Song: Breathing by Ariana Grande

His family was going to come over however Kia is having a melt down so they asked my parents if they wanted to come over to their house. After debating about it they finally agreed to come over. On the way over I gave them the low down of the house so that they will not be surprised.

"He has two sisters...Kimber and Krista and they are usually always fighting about something. He also has a little brother Kia...oh wait...you met him already...ok...well..."

"Ophelia, I'm sure everything will be alright," says my mom.

I roll my eyes at her. She has no clue what they are walking into.

When we get there his mom answers the door and they all greet each other. And of course I was right the girls are in the back somewhere screaming at each other.

"I'm sorry...kids..Kimber...Krista that is enough already cut it out," she yells and then looks back at my parents. "Sorry...it's just one of those days. Please come in."

Kodiak enters the room and gradually walks over to grab my hand. He was going to take me to his room but my dad grunts under his breath and we stop and look at each other and then choose to sit in the living room. They also sit down and his mom brings in a try of finger foods.

"I hope this will hold us all over while I finish cooking."

"It will be fine," my mom tells her. They choose not to say anything until after the main meal which is alright because now the girls are in their room. Kia finally passed out from running around in circles and his dad took him to bed. So now it is just us.

"Thanks for the lovely meal and letting us come over on such short notice," my mom starts.

"Thank you and its fine. I never know about my schedule with Kia and the girls...it must be nice only having one child...you do only have Ophelia right?"

"Oh...yes...only the one." She smiles back at his mom. "Which is one of the reasons why we are here tonight. You see our daughter here and your son have been getting rather close and we just want the best for our daughter."

His mom looks at him like she is about to snap on him, "What have you been doing now?"

"Nothing mom...geez..."

Both of parents glare at him and the look my dad gives him is not the best of looks. His mom notices the look and reaches over and pops him in the back of the head. "Don't be lying...what have you done?"

"Just normal teen stuff...you know."

"No I don't know...maybe you should tell me." She looks back at my mom. "So what did he do now?"

"We found the two practically making out in our den. We don't approve of this behavior."

"Well neither do I; I'm so sorry this will not happen again."

"They are teens...we know what it was like when we were that age and we know it will happen again. We just want you to know that while he is at our house they will not be left alone and we want to make sure while she is here that they will not be left alone."

"Oh...of course."

"We hope that you have educated your son about the use of protection and we are going tomorrow to get Ophelia on birth control. We are not ready to be grandparents and I can assure you that she is not ready to become a mom."

I feel my face turning shades of red because I feel like they are all looking right at me. I wish I could just crawl up inside and die. I have never felt so embarrassed, well I have but not like this. I don't even bother listening to rest of the conversation that they have between each other.

When we get home I go straight to bed. The next day we go to the doctor's office. I have to fill out this long questionnaire and a lot of it is really personal. I'm not even finished with it when they call my name to go back to the room.

The nurse hands me a cup and I look at her like she has got to be kidding me. "I just need you to pee in the cup alright and leave it in the little door to the right in the wall alright."

I go to the bathroom and she has got to be kidding me. She wants me to pee in this tiny cup so help me if I pee on my hand I'm going to puke. I almost drop it one time and thankfully I don't pee on my hand. I set it up in the little window and wash my hands before leaving. When I get to the room the nurse comes back in to ask a few questions and checks my temperature and then hands me a gown made of paper.

"You will need to undress all the way and put these on."

"Excuse me...I don't think so," I tell her.

"The doctor will need to give you an exam...you will need to take off your close and then put these on; then sit up here on the table," she says again and leaves the room.

I touch the scratchy paper again and there is no way in hell that I am putting that on. Just not happening. Instead I sit in the one chair off to the side. When the door opens the doctor comes in.

"Oh...did the nurse not tell you to get undressed?"

"She did...I'm not getting undressed and putting that on." I point to the paper clothes.

"I see...well...I can't give you an exam with your clothes on."

"I guess you're not doing it then." I fold my arms in front of me.

"Hold on I will be right back." When she comes back she has my mom with her.

"Ophelia the doctor says that you refuse to get undressed...we need to put you on birth control therefore they need to give you an exam."

"Mom...I...I...can't put that on." I point to it.

She walks over and picks it up and right off she knows why I refuse to put it on. "Do you happen to have a gown made out of cotton?" she asks the doctor.

She walks over to the cabinet and pulls out a cloth gown. "Is this better?"

My mom shakes her head and then hands it to me. "Here get undressed."

I shake my head no.

"Ophelia...I don't have time for this," my mom says and looks back at the doctor. "I'm sorry Dr. Harris. Ophelia has been diagnosed with sensory processing disorder and I think she is more scared of what you are planning on doing. Is there any way you could walk her through the exam being her first time getting one."

"Sure..." She scoots over closer to me. "You see what I need you to do is get undressed. Then I will have you sit right here. I have these bars here for you to put your feet on and then I will have you scoot down and then insert this...now this..."

No you're not. I have no clue what she says next. I see her mouth moving but all sounds are faded into nothingness...why because all I see is this shinny metal thing that is going to go where...nope...not happening.

"So...you ready?"

"What?"

"Are you ready?"

"Uhm...uhm...no..." My eyes are still wide and focusing on the shiny metal thing.

The doctor shakes her head. "I will let you two talk this over I will be right back."

"Ophelia, I know you don't want to do this but you choose to have sex. This is nothing compared to what they do when you get yourself pregnant. She has to check to make sure everything is alright down there."

"Everything is alright."

"Ophelia I know you are scared and you don't want to do this but you are getting on birth control and you are going to do this. Now I can stay or go either way you are doing this."

"Then go...JUST GO!!!" I yell at her. When she is gone I gradually take off my clothes and put on the cloth gown. I sit down on the stupid hard exam table. When the doctor comes back in she starts talking but I don't hear her. She is talking me through all the steps that she is doing. I grit my teeth the whole time so hard that I feel that I might chip a tooth. The damn metal thing feels foreign in my body. When she is finished I jump up throwing the gown on the floor and hurriedly get myself back dressed in my clothes.

When she comes back into the room I am sitting in the chair with my knees brought up close to me and rocking back and forth. My mom enters with her and looks over at me she knows that I am fixing to lose it and there is nothing she can do to help. She sits in the chair beside me.

"It's almost over sweetheart...she just needs to go over the kinds of birth control."

Dr. Harris does go over different birth control options. I end up getting a shot that is supposed to help somehow for the next three years, however in the hell does that work. I don't bother asking questions I just want to get the hell out of there.

She tries to talk to me on the way home but I am zoned out in my own little world. Once we get home I run upstairs and straight to the bathroom. I feel so gross and disgusting. I need to take a shower to get her off of me, to get that weird feeling off of me. I feel so freaking violated. Having Kodiak touching me is one thing...anyone else I can't seem to deal. I let the hot water beat down on my skin before scrubbing my body down. I didn't realize that I was even crying until I got out to dry off and got a glance of myself in the mirror.