Okay, okay. Calm, Krissy. Calm. I said in my head, over and over. Tom squeezed my hand.
"Don't worry. This is going to be fine. So what, they're going to be a bit disappointed for a while, but they'll come round. Come on, let's go downstairs and do this." Tom stood up off of my bed and convinced me to follow him.
"I'm so scared." I say to Tom as we walk downstairs.
"Me too." He looked very uneasy.
"Tom? Do you not want to do this?" I looked at him expectantly as I waited for a response. He shook his head.
"Of course I do. I think I hear them in the kitchen. Let's go." We entered the kitchen, hand in hand.
"Mum? Dad?" They were both getting tea ready. Dad was chopping vegetables as mum was making a sauce of some kind.
"Yes?" They chorused.
"Me and Tom have some news." They both stopped dead in their tracks. They turned around to look at mine and Tom's sheepish faces. Their facial expressions were not a good sign.
"What is it?" Dad asked. I swallowed, getting ready to speak. Then I swallowed again, planning to speak, but no words seemed to come out. I looked down and squeezed my eyes so tightly. Tom saw this.
"Me and Krissy are..." Tom took over. He peered at me. "Well, we're going to have a baby." The piercing sound of silence wounded my ears. I loosened my eyes at looked up at my mum's face. It had crumpled up and tears had began to roll out of her eyes. Dad came running over to Tom.
"You did this to my daughter?" He shouted so loudly, grabbing hold of Tom's jacket.
"No! Get off him!" I pulled my dad away from Tom. I expected Tom to be shook up. Instead, he said: "You have no right to do that to me. We are both responsible for our own actions."
"Leave it, Tom." I said, holding him.
"No." Tom looked my dad straight in the eye. I knew he wouldn't hurt him though. I looked at my mum again. She was leaning over the sink.
"Mum." I called. I walked over to her, with Tom still clutching my hand.
"Krissy, go. Leave." She said quietly, she didn't sound so upset. She sounded very angry. I reached for her shoulder. She shrugged me off.
"Mum, you don't mean that." I say.
"Oh yes I do." She looked up at me and Tom. "You're a teenager. A teenager and you're pregnant! You've brought shame upon this family. You both clear out of my house. I don't want to see neither of you again." She turned to look out of the window. Snow was beginnnig to fall on this forlorn day. I loved snow, but now, I just wanted it to stop. I wanted everything to stop. Life itself.
"Mum, I love you!" I began to cry.
"She's right." My dad joined. "Just pack a bag and go somewhere."
"But I'm your daughter!" Tears began to flood from my eyes.
"It's okay. You can live with me." Tom adds. I keep on crying enclosed in Tom's arms. Tom takes me upstairs and I pack all my things into a suitcase. We don't say a word. Tom wraps me up in my scarf. He gently places my winter hat on my head. I literally had no intention on doing anything but crying and pleading. When we got downstairs, Tom holding my suitcases and me holding onto my bump, mum and dad don't look one bit hurt. And that hurt me. They just didn't care anymore!
"Mum, dad, I love you. Please let me stay here. This is your grandchild!" I look down at my bump. Then I look up to see my parents' disgusted faces.
"How could you have been so stupid as to get pregnant? You've ruined your life." Dad mutters.
"Me and your father have had a talk. You can stay here." Mum speaks.
"What? Really?" I shriek in excitement. But their faces don't give me that impression.
"On one condition. You get rid of the baby." My heart shrinks. Tom steps forward and glares at me. He shakes his head.
"No Krissy, we're not going to stop a life."
"Let her decide!" Mum shouts. I look up at Tom who stares at me with yearning eyes.
"Please Krissy." He whispers.
"I'm not going to get rid of our baby. I'm sorry, mum and dad, but you're not going to bribe me into staying in my own home like that. No way." Tom looks relieved. I open the front door and walk outside. Tom follows shortly.
"I love you both. Just remember that." I stop the tears creeping out of my eyes. I walk out onto the driveway. Tom gives me a kiss on my cheek. I smile softly.
"Time to tell your parents." I turn round to look at his face.
"Let's do it." We walked to the bus station, but without saying anything. We always had something to talk about. But we were completely speechless. Inside, I felt like I'd been cut. I'd expected my parents to be ashamed, disappointed, but at the end of the day, I thought they'd support me. Then I remembered who I had to stay strong for. My baby, Tom and I.