"it can't be mine."

"it's not mine."

"you're lying."

he spoke hastily, his tone dark and full of anger, but not for her.

anger for himself.

how could he have been so stupid?

"get an abortion."

the girl had tears running down her cheek at this point, and she slowly shook her head.

"i...i'll raise this child myself if i must, abortions are wrong." she whispered, and he felt like he had been slapped.

his mother had always told him abortions were wrong.

he had helped create someone, and they were inside of this fragile girl.

she was a fragile thing, wasn't she? and he was the disgusting monster, no better than his father.

"i'll go now, i don't want to disturb you any more." she said quietly, hanging her head as she turned to leave, her back slumped with despair.

she had a feeling he would react this way, but it hurt, and she was hiding so much pain.

her family would kick her out of the house when they found out.

she was terrified.

he was terrified.

one night only,

a couple of drinks,

a pretty girl,

no condom,

and a child was formed.

their child.

and he had no idea what to do, if he should do anything.

"wait," he called after her, grabbing her wrist gently, silently marveling at how small it was. he could get his thumb to touch his pinky if he wrapped his hand around her wrist.

she gazed up at him with wide eyes, almost with fear, but she had no reason to be afraid.

all he wanted for now, was one thing.

"what is your name?"