- Messages
- 4,055
- Sexual Orientation
- Heterosexual
- Wand
- Spanish Cedar 14" Core of Werewolf fur and Phoenix feather.
- Age
- 2/2009
Abigail Lurken had suspicions since three weeks after she had many odd symptoms of morning sickness, cramps, backaches and headaches. She often did not sleep well at night either. She had recently ordered a pregnancy test from a friend in England, and she had gone to the Prefects bathroom and taken it. Now, it read clear as day on there. Pregnant. Abbey was pregnant, and not even graduated from school. In fact, she had another year to go. Abbey ran from the Prefects bathroom, discarding her box and test carelessly, and she ran to the antiquated lavatory. On the way there, she just dodged the students, and did not bother stopping for anyone or anything. Her Slytherin robes flowed behind her as her feet pounded the stone floor. Her flat and straight brown hair gently waved in the air as it flowed by her. It was not very often that someone would see a Slytherin Prefect zoom by them, and not say anything to those that were causing even the slightest trouble.
Crashing through the door of the antiquated lavatory, Abbey saw that it was completely empty. Abbey stared into the mirror, and she removed her robes and had on a white shirt and a green skirt. Abbey saw the usually cold amethyst eyes filled with emotion. She placed a hand on her flat stomach where a child was developing. A child that was formed by one act of sin, a single act. Though it made her and Luciano even closer than ever before. Abbey broke. She could not handle a child now. What would Luciano think of her being pregnant? He was the only one able to be the father. What would Millard and Noelle think? What would her mother think? She was starting out having children so early. Abbey felt moisture build in her eyes, and she backed against the wall. Her hands clinched her head and she fell to the floor. Abbey pulled her knees up to her chest and she muttered, "I can't be a mom this young. I can't do this!" Abbey felt her tears run down her cheeks. She could not do anything except cry. Her hormones were out of whack anyway. She could cry if she wanted to.
Crashing through the door of the antiquated lavatory, Abbey saw that it was completely empty. Abbey stared into the mirror, and she removed her robes and had on a white shirt and a green skirt. Abbey saw the usually cold amethyst eyes filled with emotion. She placed a hand on her flat stomach where a child was developing. A child that was formed by one act of sin, a single act. Though it made her and Luciano even closer than ever before. Abbey broke. She could not handle a child now. What would Luciano think of her being pregnant? He was the only one able to be the father. What would Millard and Noelle think? What would her mother think? She was starting out having children so early. Abbey felt moisture build in her eyes, and she backed against the wall. Her hands clinched her head and she fell to the floor. Abbey pulled her knees up to her chest and she muttered, "I can't be a mom this young. I can't do this!" Abbey felt her tears run down her cheeks. She could not do anything except cry. Her hormones were out of whack anyway. She could cry if she wanted to.