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crunched with every step.  When I opened the door, I couldn’t hear any sound.  In the bathroom, I took off my pyjama top, and sniffed my pits as I lifted my arms, it wasn’t a pleasant smell.  When the water was warmed up in the shower, I stood there and just let it run down over my head and face I quickly started to feel more refreshed with every minute.  The knock on the bathroom door startled me.
    “Yeah” I called out.  The door clicked open and I saw Dylan’s face peer in through the crack.
    “Hey beautiful, you look better” he smiled.
    I smiled back at him.
    “I feel so much better” I said, and grabbed the soap lathering it up all over my body.
    He stared at me while I washed myself for a little longer, before he shut the door. I couldn’t help but smile. But I couldn’t shake the knowledge that I had to confront the fact that I was now pregnant and I had to somehow tell Tilly that her boyfriend was the father.
    When I came out of the bathroom, Dylan was on the couch, with his feet up on the coffee table; the television played a midday movie quietly.  I sat down next to him, and put my feet up on the coffee table next to his. He gave me a sly look, with a small smile.
    “Where is everyone? And what day is it?” I asked.
    “It’s Friday, Tilly has gone away for the weekend with Chantelle, and your dad has gone out for a bit, he said he would be back later tonight”
    “So we are alone then” I grinned, as I watched his eyes light up and begin to dance.
    “That we are” he laughed, as he took my hand in his. I stood up, and lead him to my bedroom. 
    In the shower I had decided that seeing as I was pregnant I wasn’t going to stop having sex with Dylan, it was too late anyway.  Our sex was fast, furious and loud. We laid there in each other’s arms.
    “Wow” he said with a giggle “where did that come from?’
    I smiled, and put his hand on my stomach.  When he looked at me he frowned, before his face softened, and he rubbed my belly.
    “You took the test?”
    “When I got sick, I threw it out in the outside bin, but it was positive”
    He continued to rub my belly; he leaned down and kissed just above my belly button.
    “What do you want to do?” he asked.
    I shrugged, I hadn’t given it any thought, I didn’t know how I could keep a baby, I had no money, no way of raising it, Dylan didn’t have a job, and he was my sister’s boyfriend.
    “I don’t know I don’t know how we could do this” I said.
    “I could get a job, we could get a house together, get married”
    I took his hand in mine; I knew that it wouldn’t work. I shook my head, and squeezed his hand.
    “I don’t think that will work. I think I will tell Tilly and dad that it was a boy from school, that way we don’t have to let Tilly know what’s been going on”
    Dylan looked hurt, but I knew he understood. He let go of my hand, and got out of bed. As he got dressed, I saw a tear run down his face. It broke my heart to hurt him, but I just didn’t know any other way.
    “Do you believe that I love you Mon?”
    I stood up and wrapped my arms around his waist, he buried his face into my neck and I could feel his tears wet my neck. I held him as tight as I could.
    “We will work it out, I’ll tell Tilly, just give me a few days” I murmured into his chest.  Dylan pulled me in tighter.
    When Dad got home that night, he seemed almost excited to see me up and about; he hugged me every time he walked past me, and would pat my hair. That night we sat on the couch and watched a movie that Dad had picked up from the video shop. But my mind kept going over the right words to tell Tilly, how to say that I was pregnant with her boyfriend’s baby.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Ten.
    When Tilly came home, she barely acknowledged my existence, she was too busy talking about her weekend away and how some guy grinded up against her in the club and that she had tried this new drug called