Prologue

I don't really know what I was thinking at that point in time. I had really thought that I had loved Patch. I still do, but I don't know what in the world possessed me to think that he loved me. Looking back on it all of the times that I had said that I had loved him he would say I know or thanks.

Now I know that I am three weeks pregnant with Patch Cipriano's baby. To bad he left me for that not in a good way whore Marcie Millar. Well here goes nothing.

I can't do anything about it. I don't know whether to keep it or to have an abortion. I mean here I sit staring at a tiny piece of plastic that could change my life forever. Do I really want to give my childhood up? No. Could I take a life? No!

I'm a child that might have a child.

What do I do?

Should I give birth to it?

Should I keep it?

Should I give it up for adoption?

Do I get an abortion?

Should I tell Patch?

These are all questions that are running through my head. There is really nothing I can do. I take a shakey breath and pull my phone out. I dial in the number and wait for it to ring

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Then they pick up.

"Hello?" i hear them say. One more breath, and then

okay people this is my first fanfic. please review. who do you think it is? Patch? Her mom? Vee? Scott?

Should she get an abortion?

Should she tell patch?

R&R