Molly's Throttle: A Narrative Fiction

Kit sat in a corner chair, during one of her mother’s doctor appointments. Her mother was perched on the center exam table. Kit pointed out to the doctor that her mother was acting odd, belligerent, even though she was snippy before, her mother, was acting more childlike sticking out her tongue when the doctor tuned his back, becoming angry when she was asked questions. If the conversation wasn’t about her, she became angry and demanded they spoke only about her.

I sighed and looked at the test, and she was telling the truth, I was pregnant. It was entirely impossible, but that is not what scared me. I threw the test away and picked up my phone. I dialed Ashton’s number, thankfully he was awake. “Dals, it’s three am? What do you need?” Ashton’s raspy voice had shook me to tears. “Look, I just need to talk to you alright.” I say and went into the bathroom. “Ashton, I just took a pregnancy test, and it came up positive, I really need brotherly fucking advice right now!” I cry and he was speechless. “Isnt Michael..” He trailed off and I stayed quiet. “It’s michaels, great.” Ashton sighed. Brooklyn had stirred awake and asked him who he was talking too. The line was quiet for a moment till Brooklyn had

In the movies the only hospitals that were like this were the- the- . Mental institutions. And they only took they crazy people there, so I immediately started looking for an escape route. I couldn’t stay here, I didn’t belong here, I’m not crazy. In fact I even got an A on one of my test at Pency Prep. If I were crazy I wouldn’t- “Calm down Mr. Caulfield, your heart rate is quite high” I looked over to see this typical doctor, he had bald hair, thick rimmed circle eyeglasses, and a suit shirt and tie under his long white lab coat. “ There were two other nurses in the room, one of them was tall skinny and really resembled someone off of a movie. The other nurse was short and plump, and had on too much makeup, she reminded me of a blueberry. “why am I here, where am

I observed a young girl name Julianna at her home. As I arrived at her house and knocked on the door she greeted and opened the door for me. She was happy to see someone different other than her mother’s. Julie was full of energy even though she just got back from school. Well right away she took me to see her pet bunny named “beast”. When I was done seeing her pet bunny, I came to the dining table. I interviewed Julie’s mother to get some insight of how she was when she was a baby till now. The first question I asked to Julie’s mother was, “How was her pregnancy?” She responded, “Like any other normal pregnancy, I had morning sickness, craving for oranges.” Julie’s mother told me during her four month of pregnancy she got sick but luckily

She’s pregnant, is what I thought as I replayed the conversation that changed everything back in my head. “Sammie are you pregnant?’’ I asked, while we were upstairs in my room, away from the family BBQ. I knew the answer before she could even say it. “Yes, I am.” She whispered as tears streamed down her face. I walked over to her on the bed and wrapped my arms around her. After a minute of her crying, we released each other. “What are you going to do?” I asked her, because in my family, getting pregnant while in high school was and still is the biggest disappointment you could bring to the family. She looked me square in the eye and said, “I will hide it and see to an abortion.”

“Are you okay sweetheart? Do you need to go to the hospital? Are you in labor?” says Phil. “Calm down honey I'm fine the baby is kicking,really hard almost like making she's making her presence known hehe” said Sarah.Phil lays his head and Sarah's belly and kisses it.”Don't worry baby girl everything's gonna be alright,we know you're in there and you're scared but we need you to stay nice and healthy for mommy” Sarah and Phil both rub the belly while falling

“Here,” Molly said, and reached her hand out, and gave Cristina the phone. When Cristina saw the picture on the screen her eyes and mouth both opened wide. Molly’s eyes soon focused on Cristina and said, “What’s wrong?”

We had just celebrated the new year, a sign of new beginnings. The past fall my mother and I had a fight and were only communicating on a need to know. I had a boyfriend at the time, we had been dating for almost two years. I loved him and he loved me and I felt like nothing could ever go wrong, boy was I wrong. It was a cold morning, I woke up feeling strange but I could not quite figure out why. Jacob, my boyfriend, was the one who put the idea in my head. A couple hours later my life had went from just a normal nineteen year old, to being a nineteen year old facing being a mother. I was pregnant and there was nothing I could do to change that. Telling my parents, especially my mother was nearly impossible, “[a]nd after seeing my mother’s disappointed face once again, something inside of me began to die” (Tan 321).

With Debbie the physician assumed he knew what the patient was asking him when she made the statement, “let’s get this over with”. He thought or so we think, that she was asking for

Sitting in the waiting room at the doctor’s office, 7-year-old me swung my feet back and forth under the generic, time-worn furniture and anxiously wrung my sweaty palms. I’d been to the doctor’s before, but with each returning yearly visit the dread that sunk to the bottom of my gut never shrunk. “Jillianne Carrasco?” The nurse called. My stomach turned. I began to shoot my mother a pleading look, but she wasted no time in grabbing my hand and leading me to the smiling nurse waiting at the door, and we both followed her through the pasty white halls to a customary exam room. The nurse closed the door behind us and asked me to take a seat on the crinkly tissue paper cot. She smiled warmly, likely taking note of my nervous breathing and shaky hands.

that’s why I’ve been blaming myself for her addiction.” “Stan, we all make mistakes, I’ve done things that I wasn’t proud of, but I’m trying to change all that, so, the past is the past and you have to focus on being a better husband and father to Elizabeth and the kids, if it’s Gods will, she’ll come back to us, we just have to keep praying.” said Pam. “I’m glad you’re here with us.” said Katrina. “Thank you, Elizabeth’s my friend, she’s just like a sister to me.” said Pam. “Elizabeth’s a good woman that’s why I love her.” said Stan. “Yes she is.” “I have so much that I want to tell her, I really miss us being close, when we where kids we were like two peas in a pod and I miss that.” said Katrina. “You can be like that again, when she pulls through.” said Pam. “I just pray that she pulls through.” said Katrina. “She will.” “How long will she have to be here?” ask Melanie. “Until she gets better, when the Doctor come back out, we’ll ask him.” said Katrina. ‘The Doctor said

Throughout the family, there has been a history of teen pregnancy. Sarah’s mother gave birth to Sarah when she was seventeen-years-old, and Sarah’s father was twenty-years-old. In addition, Sarah’s grandmother, great-grandmother, several aunts, and cousins have all become pregnant in their teenage

Flashback to July 18th, 2001. A cool summer day, but not any ordinary day for the newly married Wilsons. Her name was Julia Wilson and his was Thomas Wilson. This was the day that would end up changing their lives forever. Thomas had been watching football in the living room of the apartment they could barely afford when Julia decided to take a break and use the bathroom. Meanwhile, she was taking a pregnancy test and was starting to worry. They could barely afford their apartment. If she had a child, how would they be able to pay for it? Well, the test was positive and at that exact moment, her fear became reality. She was so frightened to tell her husband that she didn’t do so for a couple weeks until their economic situation began to stabilize.

“What the hell do you mean he moved away 4 months ago?” I yelled at my mother and she shushed me. “Babe, it’s important to keep calm at this time during the pregnancy.” She said as she took me back inside. I didn’t care but I did care at the same time. This was my only child, it was a miracle I had even kept this child and not had a miscarriage. This baby kept me alive, and in return i kept her alive.

“So what did the doctor say?” I remember asking this question so simply thinking my father had just gone to a simple check up. It was late in the afternoon on what seemed like any other normal day. My parents had just gotten home from my father’s doctor appointment when they picked me and my sister up to take her to softball practice. “We’ll talk about when we get home” my mother said very softly. My sister always being the one to just go along with what my parents had said just muttered a simple “okay.” I however have not been a very cooperative child “Well why can’t you just tell us now?” I stated simply annoyed with the fact that my parents were not answering my question. “We don’t want your sister to be distracted at practice” my dad said. Instantly a flood of worry rushed through me. “If it’s so important that it would distracted Cheyenne at practice it has to be something serious.” I thought to myself. Anxiously I waited until we arrived at the high school and my sister had exited the car. “So can you tell me now she’s gone?” I asked