Your Fault

"This is all your fault!" Ashka screamed bloody murder at her parents as tears fell down her silky cheeks.

Her parents sat on the couch will the look of sorrow and pain. "Baby we didn't know this would happen."

"Shut up Mom just shut up. If you would've just let us see each other this wouldn't have happened! You killed him mom you killed Damien."

Three days prior....
"Damien?" Ashka grabbed his hand and pulled him behind a tree.
"Whoa ash you can't do that to me! You about just gave me a heart attack."
He brushed his brown hair from his eyes and looked down into her green eyes. "What's up baby? You look.... anxious."

"Damien before I tell you this I want to ask you one important thing."

He gently took her hands in his and squeezed gently.
"We've known each other for how long?

She smiled and giggled. "Since I kicked your butt in kindergarten."
"And how long have we been in love for?"

Ashka smirked. "Since I understood what it meant."

"Then you should know what I see in my future baby. I see you."

Tears began to fall down her face and Damien became more nervous. "Tell me baby, tell your Dae-Dae what's wrong. I can handle anything baby, you know this"

"I'm pregnant." She blurted out suddenly.

Damien stood there for a minute of two processing what she had just said then leaned against the tree for support. "You're pregnant? But - I don't understand."

She hugged herself in fear he would walk away from her. "It's ok if you want to be part of its life but I'm not getting an abortion Damien."

Hearing that word he grabbed her by her shoulders and shook. "No abortions. I want this baby but we have to tell your parents."

One hour later....
"Mom. Bill. I and Damien have something important to tell you."
Ashka looked into his eyes and he squeezed her hand in support.

"I'm pregnant and abortions are out of the question. Were having this baby whether you agree or not."

The looks on her parents face were ones of distress and dissatisfaction.

"You're pregnant huh? Can't say I'm surprised."

Her mom gasped at her husband's words. "Bill how you could say that is beyond me!"

"You knew it was coming to Denise don't act so ignorant of the fact that your daughter is a whore."

Damien took a step towards her father. "She is not a whore! You take that back you fat bastard.

Ashka gasped."Damien it's ok"

"No it's not ash it's not ok! What kind of step father are you Bill?"

"The kind who can sense a whore a mile away."

Ashka laid a hand over her stomach. "You guys are supposed to be guiding me not crushing me!"

Her mother smiled. "Baby I will help you with the baby"

Bill cut through the rest of what she was going to say. "But under one condition you never see this boy ever again."
Back to the present....

"If he wasn't sneaking over to see me then he would have never been in that car accident."

She walked over to Bill and leaned over so she was all in his face. "How does it feel Bill?"

He huffed." How does what feel?"

She whispered in his ear."Knowing that you killed an innocent person of course."

The look in his eyes was one of regret and pain and she smirked. "You don't even understand the pain Bill you never will."

She grabbed the suitcase she had packed. "I'm leaving. I'm almost 19 I'm old enough to take care of myself. I hope you both enjoy your lives and mother."

Her mother stood up waiting for her daughter's last words to her. "Grow a fucking back bone and stop letting this prick walk all over you. I love you but I hate your guts."

Her mother ran to the door and watched as her pregnant 18 year old daughter left her roof. Left her life and her friends. "God bless you baby and your right I'll grow one of those things one day."