I wrote this piece back in 19 December 2007. It’s a bit confusing at first, but there’s sense in all of this. It’s also one of the weirdest things I wrote, and reading this now, more than seven years later, I can’t help but think, how in the world did I come up with this story?
Note: I left the story as-is with only minor grammatical and typographical corrections. While reading it, I had ideas on how to improve it, but I guess I leave that for another post.
Two Blue Lines
Two tiny blue lines. Positive. Should one be happy after getting such a result? It varies from one person to another. Or so, they say.
"Dammit!" she said to herself. After four years of protecting her virginity from her lover, Lyra finally gave in last night, and what good timing. She remained inside the bathroom and looked at herself through the mirror, wondering what the future brings, or what the past has brought...
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Four years ago, Lyra met an assortment of new friends. She had just graduated, and is now transferring to a brand new institution, a new chapter in her life, with new rules and new friends. One of the people there, Kent, immediately displayed signs of affection, or, at least, interest towards her. He started hanging out with her regularly. Months later, Lyra received daily gifts, regular greetings, as well as nightly phone calls. She began to develop a special longing for him, and soon enough, days were never complete without a small smack from her "friend".
Despite not officially giving Kent the sweet 'yes', Lyra considered them a couple. They started doing everything together, and became synonymous to each other to a point where it seems one couldn't exist without the other. Soon enough, Lyra found herself madly in love with Kent, her first love.
Despite this deep affection towards him, and ultimate submission to their relationship, Lyra kept one thing to herself - her virginity. She was never a conservative, but one day she explained to Kent that she was willing to give up anything and everything for a single wish, and that is to remain a virgin until her wedding. Kent loved her too much to deny her of this, and the two lived happily for the next three years.
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Lyra awoke from her trance as her towel fell from her shoulder. She looked down and found the pregnancy test she just used. It was no illusion, for the two blue lines were still there. A tear dripped from her right eye as she wiped it off and headed back to her room.
She picked up her cellphone and dialed Kent's landline number. It rang and rang, but no one seemed to be picking up. Lyra felt the deep, heavy sensation in her chest that wanted her to cry as loud as she could, but forced herself to hold it back. Just as she lost all hope, Kent answered the phone.
"Hello?"
Lyra sighed as buckets of tears poured from both her eyes. Flashbacks of everything that happened the past four years passed her like a speeding train, and when she was back to the present, she looked down at her abdomen, and smiled.
"Lyra? Are you okay?" asked Kent.
"I'm pregnant," answered Lyra.
Silence. For two minutes the line was silent...
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Three days ago, in a highly sexual discussion among her friends, Lyra felt a different urge. And when her best friend diverted the group's topic to masturbation, Lyra stood up, sweating and seemingly in disgust, and walked away from the group. She went straight to the restroom, straight into a cubicle, and pleasured herself.
After climaxing several times she sat down and stared at the ceiling, thinking about what she had done. She thought it was immoral, or it was wrong. Later, she thought it was at least better than having sex. That is, it was the lesser of two evils. But after minutes of mentally debating with her self, she stood up, finally realizing what she had been missing all these times.
She avoided sex for a reason. But such a reason does not apply to masturbation. So why did she spend all those years without neither sex nor masturbation, when she could at least have the lesser of two evils and enjoy as hell?
That night, she initiated a steamy SMS-chat with Kent, which left him sleepless.
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"A-Are you sure?" Kent finally asked, apparently too shocked to speak.
"Two blue lines," answered Lyra.
Kent groaned at the other end. Lyra was still smiling, albeit, less.
"Aren't you ha—"
Click. Kent dropped off the other line. Lyra laid down on her bed and was still smirking. "He couldn't take the pressure," she told herself. She decided to give him more time.
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Two days ago, Lyra learned about SOP, or sex on the phone. That night, she did the deed four times with Kent. At this point Kent was confident that it was only a matter of time before Lyra asks him to have sex with her.
Lyra had been bugging Kent to come with her friends the next day to a bar, have some fun and drinks, but mostly fun. And tonight was no different. She asked Kent again to come with her to the bar the night after, and after their SOP sessions, Kent finally told Lyra that he will accompany her, much to Lyra's delight.
At this point Lyra was seeing the wonders of sex, and what it can do to strengthen a relationship. It was only a matter of time before she learns how it can be bad, too.
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Her daydreaming was broken this time by the vibration of her ringing cellphone, which was caught in between her thighs. It took a while before she picked it up and answered the call. It was Kent.
"Let's meet. At the Plaza. In 30 minutes," a robotic sounding Kent said.
Lyra quickly took a bath and was at the park in 20 minutes. She never intended to get pregnant, but being pregnant meant having to get married, which meant unlimited, legal, and sinless sex. Not that she was becoming a pervert, since her father was the infamous 'ultimate pervert', but the years of longing for it was taking its toll, and she was desperate for more.
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The day after the SOP night, Lyra had already submitted herself to getting devirginized, so she was excited. She had been calling her friends the whole day, making sure they would show up.
That night, as Lyra was about to leave their home, her mother stopped her. Desperate at having her wild night, she fought back for the first time in her life. She yelled and cursed at her mother, and left her sitting on the floor crying hardly. Instead of feeling sad or remorseful, Lyra felt proud at being able to stand by her own decisions and defending her beliefs.
Lyra was the first at their meeting place, arriving an hour ahead of schedule. They met at a restaurant across the school where she attended high school. Her friends arrived one after the other, but Kent was still missing.
Just when they were leaving the restaurant, Lyra's cellphone rang. A disappointed and frustrated Lyra answered, and it was Kent on the other end. He said he had a hard time leaving work but was on his way. They decided that Kent should go straight to the bar since it was closer to his workplace, and they would just meet inside.
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It had been more than 10 minutes since she arrived but there was no sign of Kent. She looked around and sighed. "He's always late."
A good-looking young man slightly older than Lyra passed in front of where she was seated, smiled, and sat next to her. Lyra looked back at the boy's familiar face and was about to speak when he interrupted.
"I'm Roger, by the way," he initiated.
"Stop. My boyfriend will be here any second," Lyra replied, proud at being faithful to her man.
Roger looked around, but, feeling uneasy, stood up and left. Seconds later, an expressionless looking Kent arrived.
Lyra was saddened by his emotionless aura. "Aren't you happy? Now we can get married!" said Lyra.
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Lyra and her friends arrived extremely late at the bar due to heavy traffic. Lyra had been trying to reach Kent but his cellphone seemed to have been turned off. At this point, Lyra was already furious, not at Kent, but at the events keeping them from having fun.
She urged her friends to move faster and enter the bar immediately. Walking five paces ahead of the pack, Lyra was walking briskly until she met trouble. Two troubles. Bouncers, in particular.
"Sorry miss, minors not allowed," one of them said.
"But--" she tried to answer but was interrupted.
"How old are you anyway?"
"Sixteen."
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"You're only sixteen Lyra! How can you possibly think of getting married?" Kent was mildly shouting. He was furious in his own right.
"What does it matter? We love each other. I'm pregnant. We're gonna be great parents to this baby."
"No!"
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Two hours have passed and Kent hasn't showed up at the bar yet. Unknown to Lyra and her group, Kent was ambushed by street thugs. He was robbed. His cellphone and wallet were stolen and he was beaten to a pulp.
Lyra was hormone-drivenly furious, and her friends knew. Her best friend stepped up, whispered in her ear, and introduced Roger. Despite initial resistance, her best friend convinced her to date Roger instead.
The group proceeded to the Sunrise Motel to spend the night.
The next day, Lyra woke up alone. She went home, stole a pregnancy tester from her mother's kit, and went straight to the bathroom.
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"YOU are going to ba a good parent. Not me. I'm not a parent," shouted Kent. "That is not my baby and you know it."
"I know this isn't your baby. Still, you are a good parent. You always have been. Since the day you left Mom, she had been having a hard time raising me because when you were there you did all the job," she said.
"Shut up Lyra," demanded Kent.
"No! I will not shut up! Mom is dead! And it's all because of you!"
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At the bathroom, before performing the pregnancy test, Lyra found her mother in the bathtub swimming in its own blood after slitting her own throat in a crazy brutal suicide. Lyra did not budge.
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"She killed herself because she couldn't take care of me. She couldn't control me. There's only one person in this world who can," Lyra continued, now in tears.
Kent approached her and hugged her.
"Only you, dad."
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Kent was never in love, romantically. Her wife left him and took Lyra because he couldn't find a better job. He was working as a janitor at Lyra's high school. One day, Lyra came, and he was so happy he couldn't leave her alone. He kept popping up, giving her daily gifts, greeting her regularly, and calling her on her cellphone nightly as soon as he managed to get her number. He never thought of them as a couple, just a loving father, and a daughter growing up, looking for love.
Years of being away from her wife had also taken its toll on the ‘ultimate pervert’, and one night, a naughty Lyra sent her a steamy SMS. He gave in and had 'sex on text' with his own daughter. The next night he also gave in to SOP. But when he noticed how Lyra was becoming much like his young self, he wouldn't dare send her to the bar without him, so he decided to come along, too.
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But now, he thought, his lineage and his horny genes have got to end. He grabbed a pistol from his pocket and shot Lyra at the back of her head. The bullet pierced her head into his, wounding both of them. Roger was the first at the scene. He carried the two to his car and drove them to the hospital.
Kent, in clear view of Roger inside the car, was horrified. "Roger, it's me," he muttered with his dying breath.
Roger looked back, nodded, and spoke without emotions.
"Dad."
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