One of the most depressing days was the day that I took the pregnancy test at Bridget's house. It had been over two months since my last period and I started to get worried. I had missed periods before from stress and depression that Kevin caused me, but I had never missed two in a row. Bridget was the only person that I trusted, so on one of the nights that Jillian let me go to Bridget's house, we decided to get a pregnancy test from the drug store around the corner and take it. Of course, Samantha was out somewhere getting high or partying as usual, so we did have to explain to anyone where we were going.

Once we came home from the drug store, I went to the bathroom alone and took it. Those couple minutes waiting to see what the stick would turn were some of the most anxious moments of my life. When I saw that it was positive, though, I didn't realize it could get any worse. I burst into tears without even telling Bridget. I couldn't tell Bridget. How do you tell someone, even your best friend that you are pregnant with your father's child. I couldn't. But I didn't have to, Bridget heard me and came in the bathroom and held me until I settled down. She told me it was ok and there were options.

The next day, after a sleepless night, Bridget started talking to me about the options. Luckily Samantha never came home that night. I did not want to have to explain to Samantha why I looked ten times more depressed as I usually did. I did not want to have the child in me at all. I couldn't. I just wanted to get rid of it. Bridget explained there was adoption, but I did not want any part of that. I decided I wanted an abortion. Bridget said she would go with me. I was glad cause I didn't want to go alone, but I didn't want to tell anyone else. I was already ashamed enough that Bridget knew, but Bridget didn't care. She told me it wasn't my fault, I didn't know if I agreed with her or not.

We went to Planned Parenthood that day together. It was a rainy day, which made getting an abortion even more depressing. The process did not take very long and was not very painful. They asked me a bunch of questions before it. I lied to them so they wouldn't call the police or anything like that. I didn't even know that there was anything in me till the pregnancy test came up positive, but I was glad they had gotten it out. It made me feel like there might be some hope for one day being clean from Kevin's dirty body.