So Don't Be Scared || Brooklyn&Jonah
Brooklyn was shaking as she quietly left her bedroom and made her way downstairs. “Mom?” she called, hearing movement in the kitchen. She walked around the bend and stood in the door of the kitchen awkwardly. She was wearing jeans and an oversized sweater, rubbing her arm gently. “What is it?” her mother asked in a clipped tone, her step-father eyeing her. “Can I… Talk to you for a minute?” she let out. Her mother turned to Edward, concern on her face, while his face stayed stone. “Sure, Brooke,” she let out, her voice clearing showing nerves, “Come sit down.”
Brooklyn did as she was told, walking to the table and joining her mother and step-father there. “What’s on your mind?” Edward asked, his voice clearly guarded, having not trusted her since Christmas. “Uh…” she let out quietly, her eyes on the table as she fiddled, “I, um… I have some news. I… I made another shitty mistake, as I tend to do often in my life…” As she spoke, she saw her step father go on guard very quickly, fearing the worst. She knew whatever he was conjuring up in his mind was probably true, but she wasn’t going to let them know that. Wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction of knowing that, and not going to put Jonah on the line like that.
"I, um… I’m pregnant," she let out, her eyes staying on the table, "Uh… I was at a party the other week, and… And I got with my ex. It was a one time thing, we knew it at the time, and we were both drunk. But… We were being stupid about it and we… Yeah, we didn’t use a condom. So… Yeah…" She knew she was lying, but she hoped her uneasiness just came off as nerves, nerves of telling her mom this, nerves of telling her step-father this.
There was silence for a few moments, before she could feel her mother blowing up. “How dare you!” her mom screamed, standing up from the table, “It better not have been in this house, bringing that kind if sin home here. You… You little slut! How dare you disgrace this family like this?” Tears were in Brooklyn’s eyes as she stared at the table. “I’m sorry, mom,” she let out, her bottom lip wobbling, “I… I know… I know I’m a disgrace or whatever, I just… Mom, I’m sorry…”