• Chapter 5: That Summer

    Christy spent almost her entire summer with Isaac. She never did tell her friends about the coming baby. She figured they’d just have to see for themselves. Her parents decided not to go on a vacation because they didn’t want to keep her on her feet for too long, or take her on a drive since sometime during the summer, she would start having to use the restroom more often. When one of their families were busy, they didn’t want to let them 2 together alone in fear of coming back and their house being trashed because of them inviting some friends. When this happened, they would just call each other. As the summer went on, Christy started to worry about her parents, so she called Isaac.
    “Isaac, I’m scared about my parents.”
    “Why?”
    “They’ve been arguing more and more lately. What do I do? What if they separate?”
    “Don’t worry about it. I’m sure they’ll be fine. Your parents love you and each other. They wouldn’t leave you while you’re pregnant. They know you need both of them.”
    “But what if they start hating each other more than they love me?”
    “I doubt that would ever happen. They love you an awful lot.”
    “Their little arguments have become screaming almost every day. My mom keeps having to buy new plates and cups because they get broken all the time.”
    “You worry too much. You thought they would treat you different when they found out you were pregnant, and did they?”
    “Well, they won’t go on vacation because of me.”
    “Because they care about you. Both you and the child. If they never would have loved each other, they wouldn’t have gotten married. There’s love for each other somewhere inside of them, you just have to give them time to find it.”
    “How come you’re so much smarter than me?”
    “I’m not smarter; I just can remain calm when you can’t because it’s about your parents.”
    “See? You’re being smarter than me again. One day, I’m going to outsmart you and you’ll be jealous of me!” Christy giggled. She knew it probably wouldn’t happen because Isaac always had been much smarter than her. It wasn’t anything new to her.
    “Did you know we only have 2 weeks until school starts again?” Isaac said.
    “Great, let’s start explaining the baby now so there’s less people to tell when we actually get there. This will have to be the worst year of my life. People will look at my stomach instead of my face, and then call me a whore.”
    “It won’t be that bad. Oh, you can go to the park with me tomorrow, right?”
    “Yea, I told you I could. I haven’t lied to you yet, have I?”
    “I’ll pick you up at noon, Ok?”
    “Ok. I have to go, sorry. I love you.”
    “I love you more.”
    “No you don’t”
    “Yea I do, bye.” Isaac said, hanging up the phone quickly so Christy couldn’t argue with him any more.
    Christy looked over at the clock. 9:30. Why was she so tired? Was it because she was 3 months pregnant? Isn’t that a little early to start getting tired? Oh well, she didn’t care she just knew she was tired and needed a little rest.
    Christy didn’t wake up until 11:30. She got ready as fast as she could, and got finished with 2 minutes to spare. 5 minutes passed, and then 10. Did she get stood up? Why would Isaac do that? He’s always on time within a 2-minute range. 15 minutes passed and the phone started ringing. She answered as fast as she could, hoping it was Isaac with an explanation.
    “Hello?”
    “Christy?” it sounded like Isaac’s mother.
    “Yes?”
    “Isaac was on his was over when a drunk driver crashed into his car and he died at the scene.”
    “What?” Christy asked, knowing exactly what was just said to her. Her eyes filled with tears, but she wouldn’t cry. Not on the phone.
    “Could I speak with your mother?”
    “Of course,” Christy answered, handing the phone to her mom, then going to her room and turning on the stereo.
    Christy played the stereo loud enough to drown out any sound that could possibly come her way. She bawled her eyes out on the fuzzy pillow that Isaac gave to her for her birthday. How could this happen? He was supposed to be along side of me during this! Christy locked herself in her room and only came out to eat and use the restroom. The tear-stained pillow could never be used as a representative of what she felt inside: the pain was much worse. She wouldn’t talk to anybody. She never answered calls. She never replied to texts she got on her phone. Actually, she never looked at the texts in the first place. Why bother? The only person I want to talk to is dead, were the bitter thoughts that raced through Christy’s mind.
    “Christy,” her mother’s voice came through the door, weeks later, “don’t forget that you do start school tomorrow.”
    She had totally forgot! She thought about what school will be like without Isaac and with her “closest” relative always in front of her (literally). The thought of starting her junior year of school sickened her.