Ally (lostnotfound007) wrote in trading_novels,
Ally
lostnotfound007
trading_novels

Type of writing: Novel (currently unfinished)
Genre: Teen/Romance/Drama
Rating: PG-13  (it'll be R later, probably but what I'm posting really only counts as PG-13)
Approximate length: About 2,500 words

I have more written, but this is just the prologue and first chapter.  I love feedback.

Prologue – January, 2005

Riley Chase was in love.

She knew the cynics in her life didn’t believe it; after all, she was only seventeen. She knew her parents didn’t believe her. But how could they, when Riley doubted they loved each other. Sure, they put on a good front, they certainly knew how to act as they both had been theater majors in college, but was there love between them? Riley doubted it.

At seventeen, she and her boyfriend, Trevor Scott, were already planning their life together. The last year and a half they had spent together had been more than memorable – it had been magical, lovely, incredibly sweet and romantic. Trevor was everything she had ever wanted and hoped to find in a man.

Her head realized it was impractical to be making life plans at seventeen. She hardly knew what college she was going to or what to major in, so how could she possibly know how to plan her future.

Her heart had always battled with her head and most times, it was her heart that won – a secret only one knew; a secret only shared with Trevor. The practical, responsible, intelligent Riley Chase was a romantic at heart.

Her head told her that taking the next step in their relationship was risky. At seventeen, Riley Chase was the only virgin in her core group of friends, having more morals and values than all of her friends combined. Riley knew the risks of having sex: pregnancy, STDs, psychological changes, the risk of getting her heart broken. But Riley’s love-blinded mind wouldn’t go back from the choice that she was about to make. She knew exactly what she was doing, exactly what was going to happen.

“Is it going to hurt?” Riley whispered to Trevor, anxiety and nerves making her voice shaky and quiet.

“A little. Don’t worry, Riley. I love you,” Trevor whispered back.

“I’m –”

“I know you’re scared,” Trevor interrupted. “Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you.”

Riley wrapped her arms around Trevor’s neck, pulling his lips down to hers. Together, they fell backwards onto Trevor’s bed, both knowing what they were about to do. Riley shivered as Trevor slid his lips up and down her neck, resting a bit, to suck on her weak spot in her neck, the only part on her body that he knew of that could make her go weak in the knees and forget everything:

Slowly, the couple shed shirts and jeans and slowly their underwear until nothing stood between them, until they could feel the sensual rub of flesh on flesh.

“I love you,” Trevor said as he took Riley’s virginity in one smooth stroke.

Later, they lay together, cuddling under the soft covers of Trevor’s bed. “I love you, Trevor,” Riley said, between yawns.

“I know, baby. I have to get you home,” he said, pushing back the covers.

“No you don’t. My parents are at my grandparents’ house for the night. Bad weather in Oregon and the flight was delayed. They won’t be home until tomorrow afternoon, at the earliest. I’m all yours tonight,” she said, taking Trevor back into her arms.


Chapter 1 – April, 2005

Three months later, Riley sat on the lid of the toilet seat, silently praying. “Please be no, please be no,” she whispered quietly to herself. The kitchen timer that sat on the sink buzzed. Startled, Riley paused before flipping over the at-home pregnancy test.

Riley stared at the pink lines, her worst fear coming true.

She was going to be an eighteen year old mother and the father didn’t want anything to do with her anymore.

Riley and Trevor were no longer holding hands and making plans and whispering sweet nothings in each other’s ears. They were the farthest thing from friends or lovers anyone could possibly be. They were, in the simplest and most concise terms, exes from hell.

The split had been anything but amicable. Trevor accused Riley of being too needy and Riley had accused Trevor of cheating on her, one month after they first had sex. And now Riley was pregnant and she knew it was Trevor’s baby. There had been no one else in Riley’s life since their breakup besides her friends. No boy to cry on his shoulder, no one to tell her how special she was.

Now, when she most needed to talk to that special someone, she was alone.

How was a seventeen year old girl supposed to raise a baby, especially a seventeen year old girl as alone as she was? Riley felt the tears slid silently down her cheeks. “What am I going to do?” she asked herself aloud, her voice ricocheting off the tile. Giving into the urge, Riley buried her face in her hands and sobbed.

***

“You have to tell them, Riley,” Riley’s best friend, Carrie, told her. They sat on Riley’s bed.

“I know,” Riley said, playing with the fringes on a pillow. “I just don’t know how… I mean, am I just supposed to go down and say, ‘Mom, Dad, I’m pregnant’? I would be so dead.”

“No offense, but I think you’re dead either way.”

“You’re not helping Carrie Simonsen. I know I’m dead. I’m just trying to not be dead so quickly.”

“You just have to tell them, Riley. Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.” Riley was pretty sure what the question was going to be.

“Didn’t you and Trevor use protection?”

“Yeah, and that’s what’s killing me. Yeah, I wasn’t on birth control, but we had condoms. I guess I’m that statistic: the one percent where condoms fail. Lucky me.”

“Well, whatever you plan on doing, I’m here for you. No matter what decision you make, I’ll always stand by you.”

“Thank you, Carrie, really. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Get killed by your parents?”

“Ha, ha. I guess there’s no time like the present, right? Can you come with me?”

“Of course. But if things get bloody, I’m out.”

Together, the girls crept down the stairs, the boards creaking and groaning from old age under their weight, reminding Riley of the countless nights she had crept down the stairs as a girl. Whether it was for a midnight snack or extra TV time or sneaking out to be with Trevor, Riley had learned what stairs to avoid that would make the least amount of noise possible. They paused at the bottom of the steps and Riley took a deep breath, preparing herself for the onslaught of emotion that was to come.

“Mom, Dad?” she called out.

“Family room, honey,” Rebecca Chase called back.

“It’ll be okay, Riley,” Carrie said, giving her friend a strong hug before heading into the family room.

Riley walked into the brightly lit room and sat down on the couch silently.

“What’s up, girls?” Rebecca asked, glancing away from her crocheting. David Chase was reading the paper, half-listening to the news, half-listening to the conversation going on less than two feet away from him.

“I need to talk to you about something,” Riley said, her nerves catching up with her. Her heart thudded loudly in her chest and she wondered why nobody noticed it. “Something serious,” she added.

“And what’s that?” her father asked, setting aside the folded newspaper.

Riley took a deep breath and Carrie squeezed Riley’s hand. “I’m pregnant.”

The silence in the room was deafening. Riley knew how to react to screaming and yelling. What she didn’t know how to react to was the silence.

“Are you positive?” her mother asked.

“I took a home-pregnancy test a few hours ago. The box said something about a false-positive, though, but I think so.”

“We’ll take you to the doctor tomorrow,” David said, breaking his silence.

“What are you going to do if you are pregnant, Riley?” Rebecca demanded. “Have you thought of that? How are you going to finish high school, go to college, get a good job? If you don’t finish high school, you won’t go anywhere.”

“Who said I wasn’t going to finish high school? If I am pregnant, I am going to finish school. It’s the least I can do for the baby.”

“What about the father? Who is he?” David asked.

“Trevor. He’s the only one I’ve ever had sex with.”

“Have you told him yet?”

“No.”

“Are you going to?”

“Well he’d find if I showed up to school after summer vacation pregnant. I don’t have a choice. He has to know he fathered a child. What he does after he finds out is his choice. I can raise the baby alone. I can,” she insisted before anyone could interrupt. “It’ll be hard, I know it will. But I can do it.

“I think if anyone can raise a baby alone, it’s you,” Carrie said. “But who really wants to raise their child alone?”

“Carrie, I don’t want my child to know his or her father’s an asshole. If Trevor doesn’t want anything to do with the baby, then I won’t push him. I’ll just take his money. Either way, he’s going to help support the baby. That, I know I can’t do on my own.”

“So you’re going to keep the baby?” Rebecca asked.

“Yes. I don’t know how to explain it, but even though I’m scared out of my mind about what I’m about to do, there’s just a connection I felt when I found out. A feeling, that even though the next nine months, or however long until I give birth, are going to be hell, it’s all going to be worth it. I know everything’s going to turn out right in the end. I already feel a connection to the baby.”

“I felt the same way with you, Riley.” Rebecca moved from her spot on the couch to the one next to Riley and gathered her into her arms. “It’s all going to be alright. We’re here for you.”

“I’m going to go make that appointment. Rebecca, will you come into the kitchen with me?” David asked.

“Go on upstairs, girls. Let your father and me have some time alone.”

Rebecca followed David into the kitchen where David was pacing the tile floor.

“‘It’s all going to be alright’? ‘We’re here for you’? What the fuck are you on, Rebecca? Our only daughter – our seventeen year old daughter – is pregnant. Pregnant,” he said, stressing the syllables. “As in, having a child. As in, we’re gong to be grandparents.”

“Oh, stop being overdramatic, David. We’re not in college anymore.”

“Overdramatic? I’m being overdramatic? You’re the one who’s just accepting it. What should we be doing, Rebecca, patting Riley on the head and saying ‘Congratulations, you’re going to be a 17 year old mother’?”

“Well, it’s better than you wanting to yell at her. It’s too late to do anything about it besides supporting her decision, whatever it may be.”

“Our daughter – our seventeen year old daughter – is pregnant. And she doesn’t even talk to who I assume is the father anymore. How is she going to raise a baby alone?”

“With our help. Look, it’s too late for us to have stopped it from happening. We should’ve paid more attention to her relationship, but it’s done now. All we can do is be there for her, David. That’s what she wants us to do and that’s what we are going to do.”

“How can you be so calm about all of this?”

“Because I have to be. There’s nothing we can do now. It’s already happened. David, do you love your daughter?”

David was shocked. Did his own wife, his partner, the love of his life, doubt that he loved the only child they had created? “How can you ask that question when you already know the answer?”

“Because it’s a question I have to ask. If you love your daughter, you’ll be there for her, no matter what she chooses to do. I love you, David. I always have and always will, but we have to stand together on this. Riley can’t have her parents fighting each other when she needs them to both be behind her now.”

“I know, but it’s our baby. Our baby girl, Rebecca,” he said softly, taking his wife into his arms. Rebecca rested her head against David’s chest, taking a deep breath as the emotions she hid inside threatened to burst out. “You can let it out, darling,” David said, feeling Rebecca’s tears beginning to wet his shirt. “It’s alright.”

Grasping on to the back of his shirt, Rebecca let the storm of emotions overpower her and she wept. Wept for her baby girl and wept for the unborn baby her daughter carried inside her.

***

“How are you going to tell him?” Carrie asked Riley. Downstairs, they could hear Riley’s parents fighting.

“I don’t know. How can I tell him anything anymore? He won’t give me two minutes of his time. I can’t say hello to him in the halls, so how am I going to tell him he’s going to be dad? He’s just going to turn it around on me. He’s not going to believe me. You’ve heard the things he’s been saying about me. The whole school thinks I’m a whore.”

“Well you can’t not tell him, Riley. He’ll find out eventually.” She picked up the phone that sat next to her on the nightstand. “Just call him. And if that doesn’t work then we’ll go over to his house and force him to listen.”

“He doesn’t answer the phone for me anymore. I’m better off just going to his house,” Riley said, dreading what was to come.

The car ride to Trevor’s house was silent, except for the radio. Riley debated over which words she would say, but already knowing however she said it, it was going to be a huge fiasco. Trevor Scott was not someone you wanted to make upset.

“Wait in the car, will you Carrie?”

“You don’t want me to come up with you?”

“I have to do this alone. But thanks anyway. Just wait for me, alright?”

At Carrie’s consent, Riley took a deep breath and opened the car door. She walked up the familiar pathway to the front door, remembering how many times she had previously walked the same cement in times past. The ring of the doorbell reminded Riley of the times she had picked him up whenever his clinker of a car was in the shop or when she wanted to surprise him. She heard the steps of someone on the other side of the door and her heartbeat raced more than it already was.

“Riley. What an unpleasant surprise,” Trevor said when he opened the door.

“Cut the crap, Trevor and let me in. I have to talk to you about something important.”

“We can do it out here. Kate is inside,” he said, stepping out onto the porch and closing the front door. “This shouldn’t take long.”

“Fine. I’m pregnant and you’re the father. I just thought you should know.” Riley turned and started to walk down the steps to go to the car when Trevor grabbed her arm.

“Wait – pregnant? Are you sure?”

“No, I just thought I’d say I was so I could scare you into going back out with me. Of course I’m sure. I wouldn’t talk to you otherwise.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Keep the baby. I’ll raise him or her as my own, since I assume you want nothing to do with me or the baby. Having a baby would complicate you and your dating habits. I wouldn’t want to hinder your womanizing ways.”

“You know, that Irish temper of yours can be a turn on. Right now, it’s just a nuisance.”

“Get over it. Let’s just straighten things out quickly. I’m pregnant, you’re the father and I’m having this baby. Nothing you say can stop me from having it or from keeping it.”

“What if I wanted the baby?”

“Don’t try to be funny. You haven’t talked to me in almost three months. Why would you possibly want my baby?”

“Ours. Our baby, not just yours. You’ll damn well remember that.”

“Bite me.”

“I already have, multiple times and places, but I thought you would remember that. Listen, if you know what’s good for you, you’d get rid of that baby.”

“If I know what’s good for me?” she said, echoing his words. “Who are you to tell me what’s good for me? You’re not my father.”

“No, but if you don’t I’ll make your life, and the baby’s, a living hell.”

“Good luck. You don’t scare me, Trevor Scott. See, you always had one major flaw: you always underestimated me. If you try to ruin my or my baby’s life, I’ll ruin yours. People will listen to me instead of you – they like me better. Go back to Kate. Make sure you’re protected when you fuck her, otherwise you’ll have another life to ruin.”

Riley went back to the car, leaving Trevor standing dumbfounded on the porch. It wasn’t until Carrie had left Riley and she was alone in her room that she allowed herself to cry.

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