High School Snippets: Meagan’s Story Part II

I sat down hard on my bed and tried to comprehend what Meagan was telling me. 

This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening!

“Meagan, are you sure? “

“I’m positive.” 

There were a few moments of silence between us.

“What am I going to do?  My parents are going to…they are going to kill me.  WHAT AM I GOING TO DO?”

“Let me come over, where are you?”  I needed time to think about how to help her.  I didn’t know what to say, but I could at least be a source of physical comfort.

“No…I can’t.  I need to figure this out.  Jared is here, we have to talk about this.  Just don’t tell anyone, please?”

“Meagan, let me come to you.  I can’t just get off of the phone with you right now and know that you’re in trouble.” 

She wouldn’t let me come.  She was in a place that I’d never heard her, had never heard anyone before.  The minutes that passed after I hung up the phone seemed like the longest and heaviest of my life.  Every second brought a new realization as the gravity of my friend’s plight unfolded in my mind.

What would she tell her parents?  What if people from school found out?  Nothing in my lighthearted, silly life mattered anymore.  It seemed as if my best friend’s life was over.

 When my mom walked in a few minutes later I was sobbing and pacing the room.

“Good grief, Nicki, WHAT is going on?”  The alarm on my mom’s face was evident.  I’ve never been a crier, and for me to be losing it for no apparent reason was unusual.

“Nothing’s wrong with me, mom.  I’m fine.”

“Ok, so why are you crying?”

“I can’t tell you.”  I felt the weight of what was coming.  My mom wasn’t about to drop this.

“I need you to tell me what is going on.  This is obviously something.”  The look on her face told me she wouldn’t rest until she knew what was wrong.

She promised not to betray my confidence, and I told her everything.  After hearing about Meagan’s problem she sat quietly pondering for a few minutes. 

Then she dropped a bomb on me. She told me she wouldn’t call her mom, but she wanted to talk to Meagan to make sure that she would.  She said that as a parent she couldn’t sit back and do nothing, and if I was in this situation, she would hope that another mom would do the same for us.

She insisted that I call her back.

The phone was shaking in my hand as I dialed Meg’s number.  I waited in miserable silence for her to pick up; I was terrified.

It had been about a half hour since I had talked to her and she was much calmer when she answered the phone. 

“Meg, it’s me.”  I stuttered and stumbled through the next five or six words before she started screaming at the top of her lungs.

“YOU TOLD YOUR MOM?  WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?  THAT IS THE WORST POSSIBLE THING YOU COULD EVER DO!  WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO ME?” 

My normally calm and rational friend was swearing at me like a truck driver and would not listen to another word I said.  Before she hung up on me she told me she was never going to speak to me again, and by the tone of her voice I knew she meant it.

I sat shocked, staring straight ahead at the wall. 

“I can’t believe this is happening.”

 

TBC