A/N: I haven't said a proper word in a while and I'd appreciate it if you guys hear me out for a sec. If not just skip the bold part. I would like to just remind you all that, and I don't mean to sound ungrateful, I don't write to please, I write as a way of mind-relief. I'm really thankful for almost 3K reads and I honestly did not expect to reach out to this many. Personally I'm in love with the characters and I'm loving where are they going with their plot. I know I sound like I'm just writing some people's story and not mine, because that's what it is. The story is happening in my head whether I write it or not. It sounds crazy but hey that's me. Thanks to anyone who read this I appreciate it. Read on :)

"What's that what does the note say?" I asked a shocked, wide eyed, barely breathing Zac. He didn't speak or blink or do anything. He handed me the note.

I'm really sorry for doing this. I thought I could manage. I thought I would be able to do this on my own independently, but it wasn't something I was capable off. Take good care of him.
                               Cindy.

The baby on the floor was crying loudly. We were too shocked to pick him up.

"Who is it?" Mom, who appeared behind us asked. "Oh dear God" she gasped when she saw what was before us. She picked the baby up and started rocking him.

"Liam!" she yelled to Liam, who emerged from the end of the hallway.

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Zac//

"HOW STUPID ARE YOU!" dad roared. I was barely registering what was  going on. Dad was going bat shit crazy on me, Evan was sitting on the couch staring at the floor, and Linda was rocking the baby back and forth so he'd stop crying. The baby that was mine. My son. The thought scared me more than dad's yelling. "I TOLD YOU TO NEVER HAVE UNPROTECTED SEX"

"But I didn't!" I yelled back. We only had sex once and I was wearing a condom. I don't know how did it happen.

"Then how did she get pregnant!?"

"I don't know! I swear I used protection I'm not that stupid"

"You can't even comprehend how stupid I think you are right now"

"But it wasn't my fault the condom broke or something"

"And how exactly do you intend to deal with this situation huh?"

I was too close to breaking. I couldn't take it anymore. He was yelling, the baby was crying, and Evan was doing nothing at all. I didn't know if I should be worried or scared or anxious about the whole thing. How could someone abandon their own child on a doorstep?!

"I can't believe you would get yourself in such a situation you're 16!"

"I didn't mean for this to happen!" my voice cracked halfway and crying was imminent.

"STOP YELLING AT HIM!" Evan's voice broke the tension.

"Evan don't you dare raise your voice on your stepfather!"

"He's breaking him more than he's already broken!" he turned back to dad "He said he didn't mean for it to happen. It was just how things were meant to be" Evan finished. I had never been more thankful for Evan's existence more than I was right then.

He said those words and stormed out the living room and up the stairs.

Dad rubbed his temples, with the veins there looking as if they were about to pop. "This is not happening" he kept repeating more and more angrily.

I decided to ignore him for the moment being and check up on Evan whom I never seen this explosive.

"Ev-"

"No! Just because I'm defending you doesn't mean that I approve of this whole thing"

"What do you mean?" I didn't like where Evan was going and the look on his face scared me shitless. Evan was supposed to be the calm soothing one.

"You fucked up big time! This," he waved towards his mom and the baby "this is not something we just adjust to. This is a human being, an alive soul that needs to be taken care of" he apparently was continuing dad's lecture and it was starting to get on my not so well tuned nerves "Zac you are now one of those teenage parents we read about in Awareness Magazines. The ones they always tell us not to be them because we could not hold such big responsibility. We can barely take care of ourselves!"

"AND YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW THAT?" I finally snapped back, regretful nonetheless. "You think I don't know what kind of a fucked up situation I got myself into? Of all the people I expected to fire at me, you were the last one I thought would be on my tail about it"

"And I just sit down and applaud your hard work?"

"boys"

"And appraise your great fertility, and congratulate you on your macho efforts you successfully managed to have a baby" he continued.

"boys"

"It's not entirely my fault! You're literally doing what you told my dad to stop doing"

"BOYS! ENOUGH" Linda finally screamed rendering both of us silent. The baby, however, was anything but silent.

"Fine then, I'll leave you all to do whatever the fuck you are going to do with this" He was scaring me because he was actually getting up to leave.

"Evan where are you going?" his mom asked, in which he replied with "Does it matter anyway" and the last thing I heard was the door slam shut.

What the fucking hell did I get myself into?

I wasn't going to ask why are things happening anymore. I figured it out. God just hates me. I don't know why and I don't know what I did. Maybe for hiding who I am for the most part of my life. Maybe for not hiding it anymore and sinning for being gay. Maybe he thought my relationship is incestuous like the other kids at school. Or for all I know he could've just hated me because my face annoyed him. But whatever the reason was, it was breaking me apart. If Evan wasn't by my side, I got none.

And to top all that I was expected to raise a son on my own. That's if dad doesn't throw it in an adoption house, or worse, throw me there too. From the looks of it, he was definitely debating it.

After a few minutes, an extremely worried Linda took the baby upstairs after it apparently fell asleep. Dad was still on the couch with his head in his hands. I not only broke myself, I broke him too and it killed me.

I fell down to the floor and started sobbing into my knees. I did not know what to do. How was I going to raise a child and I'm not even strong enough to hold back my tears. I was a sobbing mess and it didn't help my situation.

A short period of crying passed until I heard dad's footsteps move. He went to the cabinet at the edge of the room and opened the first drawer. It was the drawer where he kept his box of cigars.

He pulled out one of them and lit it up. I felt my heart clench at the scene. He never smoked unless he felt tied up by not knowing what to do. The only other time I remember him doing it was when mom was at an advanced stage of her illness.

Mom.

If she were here she would've known what to do. She would've soothed me. She would've pat my shoulder and told me everything will be okay. She wouldn't let me cry in the middle of a room on the cold wooden floor. She was always there to hold me if I fell, but now there's nothing to hold me back. If I were to trip, a fall was imminent.

I needed mom.

I picked myself up, wiped my face with the back of my hands, and went out to the backyard. I passed the swimming pool and the patio to the flower patch at the end.

The white lillies seemed to glow in the dark. She grew them one by one, and she used to come out here whenever she felt sad or angry. They were her remedy. I wanted them to be my remedy too. But it just wasn't working and I was watering them with my tears.

"I really miss you mom" I sobbed into one of the lillies. Did she hear my voice? Did she know I was here on my knees at her favourite spot in the house? Did she know that I needed her by my side so badly right now?

A drop of water fell from the sky and landed on my cheek. I closed my eyes and turned up. Another one. And another. And soon it was raining and I think I got my answer.