"I got a call from the school today...so you were not feeling well." He grabs a beer out of the fridge and pops the tap open for some of it to spew out down the can and onto the floor. I know he will be wanting me to clean it later.

I shake my head no. "Sorry daddy...I just had an upset stomach that's all."

"Yeah...well they say I have to take you to the clinic to have you checked out...I guess they don't want to have any other kids getting whatever it is you have."

I don't say anything. We eat and then I go straight to my room of course after washing the dishes and cleaning up the mess he made on the floor. The good thing is...he doesn't come to my room.

However he wakes me up early and tells me to get ready. I'm not going to school...instead I am going to the clinic. And he is not happy due to missing work.

The nurse checks my weight and all that other stuff they always do. My dad goes in the room with me and the doctor is talking to him asking him questions and then looks at me to ask me questions. Do you have any idea how embarrassing some of the questions are when your dad is in the room?

"When was your last period?"

I shrug.

"Do you know about the last time you had one...was it a few weeks ago...a month ago?"

I shrug. "I don't know...it's been a while."

"So they are not regular then...we could put you on a pill to help with that if you want."

My dad looks up... "Maybe we should do that...just in case you never know."Of course he would say that...but dear daddy...you don't know that it is already too late.

"Cali...do you mind peeing in this cup." She hands me the cup and I look at it and back up at her like she has got to be kidding. "The bathroom is in the next room...just pee in this and leave it on the sink alright."

I get up and take the cup from her and head out. I don't understand why I have to pee in a cup. I go to the bathroom and try really hard to pee in the damn thing, only to pee on my hand in the process...how freaking gross. I sit the cup on the sink and wash my hands...double wash to make sure I get all of it off of me. Before opening the door I see this ad on the back of the door about getting help if you are pregnant. I take out my cheep phone and snap a picture so that if I need to I can walk there and talk to someone...I need to know what to do...especially when he kicks me out of the house.

I head back to the room and my dad is sitting there in the chair looking at a magazine on fishing, like he has ever fished a day in his life.About fifteen minutes later the doctor walks in and I see the look on her face...I know she knows the truth she doesn't need to tell me."So...Cali...do you know why we have you pee in the cup?"

I shake my head no.

"We have to test to see if you are pregnant before putting you on birth control...and...well..." She looks over at me dad and then back at me. "Looks like you are already pregnant."

My dad's face goes ghostly white...I so wished I had my phone out just to take his picture because it is freaking priceless...yes daddy...see what happens when you want to play. He gets very upset and bellows, "She is only thirteen...she doesn't even go anywhere...the test has to be wrong...do it again."

"I had them check twice Mr. Perkins."

"No...do blood work...it's not possible." He argues with her.

"If you want...we can but I'm pretty sure it will tell us the same thing...Cali...can you please lay back and let me take a look at your stomach."I start to lay back but my dad jumps up out of his chair and grabs my wrist... "Get up...let's go," he barks.

"But Mr. Perkins...I need to che..."

He doesn't waste any time and pulls me hard out the door, so hard that I feel my shoulder pop out of place. He continues to drag me to the car and opens my side and pushes me in to sit down. I watch him walk around the driver's side and get in. His face is beat red...not sure it's from the heat...or storming out of there...or the fact that he realizes this is all his fault.

He is talking under his breath and I don't comprehend half of it. All I heard was... "We will fix this...I know a guy...no one will ever know..." and all that was mixed in with numerous cuss words. We get home and I just sit there too scared to get out and go in the house.

He walks around and opens the door for me. "Get out Cali."

I get out and he walks me into the house, grasping my arm so hard that I know it will leave a nice bruise to show off later. Of course I will make sure no one ever sees it...I wear long sleeves all year long just for that reason alone. "How can you let this happen...HOW!!!" He screams at me once we are inside. "Daddy...I...I..."

"No....just shut the hell up...I will take care of this. Just go to your room."

I don't argue with him. I turn on my heals and walk down the hallway to my room. I leave the door open because I just know he will be there to comfort me...to sooth me telling me that it will be alright. I hear him on the phone with someone and then the cling of the phone hitting the kitchen counter. Then footsteps come to my room but he just stands in the doorway. I look up at him with tear filled eyes.

"Don't you worry...I made an appointment...it will all be taken care of alright."

I nod my head in agreement...even though I have no clue what he is even talking about. I learned a long time ago just to agree with him...don't argue...that only causes another bruise or a broken bone...that is how my left arm got broke a year ago...so just nod...say yes...and shut up.

When my dad leaves the room to go off to work, I pull out my phone and pull up the picture. Classes are only on Tuesday nights so I will have to wait until then. Hopefully he will have to stay after work so he won't know that I am out. I need to know what to do. I am freaking thirteen...I'm scared...I'm confused...in a way I wish I was just dead and then I won't ever have to face him again.