I Didn’t Understand Why My Teen Daughter Was Acting Strange until I Saw a Message on Her Computer – Story of the Day

Karen is shocked to find out her only daughter is pregnant. Karen is religious, so there is no other way than to raise the child, but her beliefs are put to the test as she discovers details of her daughter's personal life.

Karen paced the living room, her brow furrowed with concern. The clock on the wall ticked away, echoing in the silence of the afternoon. She glanced toward Lisa's room, the door closed, a barrier that seemed to grow thicker with each passing day.

"Lisa used to be so chatty, so full of life," Karen muttered to herself, recalling the days when her daughter would bound into the kitchen, her stories spilling out faster than she could catch her breath.

But lately, Lisa had transformed into a shadow of her former self, retreating into a cocoon of silence that Karen couldn't penetrate.

Each morning, Karen would knock gently on Lisa's door, offering a cheerful, "Good morning, sweetie!" only to be met with a muffled "morning" from the other side.

At breakfast, Lisa would pick at her food, her eyes downcast, lost in a world of her own.

Karen tried to engage her in conversation, asking about school, friends, anything that might spark a flicker of the old Lisa, but her attempts were met with shrugs or monosyllabic responses.

The transformation was startling. Lisa, who once bubbled with laughter and energy, now seemed perpetually under the weather, a pallor to her skin and a dullness in her eyes that sent waves of worry through Karen's heart.

"What's wrong, honey? Are you not feeling well?" Karen would ask, her voice laced with concern.

"I'm fine, Mom," Lisa would reply, her voice barely above a whisper, avoiding Karen's gaze.

But Karen knew it wasn't fine. Mothers have an instinct about these things. She noticed how Lisa's conversations were limited to Sam, her stepfather.

Sam, with his easygoing nature and knack for listening, seemed to be the only one Lisa was comfortable opening up to these days.

Karen watched them sometimes, from the kitchen window, as they tended the garden together. Sam would say something, and a brief smile would dance on Lisa's lips, a rare glimpse of the daughter she used to know.

But when Karen would join them, that smile would vanish, and Lisa would become a closed book once again.

"I just don't understand," Karen confided in her friend Joyce over the phone. "She used to tell me everything. Now, it's like I'm talking to a stranger."

"Teenagers go through phases, Karen. It's probably just a part of growing up," Joyce offered, trying to be helpful.

But Karen wasn’t convinced. This wasn’t just a phase. Something was wrong, and the maternal alarm bells in her head wouldn't stop ringing.

It was more than just teenage moodiness; it was a retreat, a withdrawal from the world, and more pointedly, from her.

Karen’s fingers hesitated above the keyboard of her daughter’s laptop. The silence of Lisa’s room pressed in around her, filled with the echos of a relationship that used to be open and trusting.

Now, as she sat amidst her daughter's personal belongings, Karen felt a chasm of disconnect between them. Lisa, once a vivacious and open-hearted girl, had retreated into a shell, leaving Karen grappling with a sense of loss and confusion.

The decision to delve into Lisa's private digital world weighed heavily on Karen. She had always been a protective mother, her conservative and deeply religious beliefs guiding her parenting style.

But she had never before breached the sanctity of Lisa’s privacy. Today, however, the worry that had been gnawing at her heart refused to be ignored.

Karen recalled the countless Sunday mornings when she and Lisa would attend church together, singing hymns and sharing smiles.

Those memories seemed distant now, replaced by the sight of her daughter's withdrawn demeanor, her forced smiles that didn't quite reach her eyes. Karen's heart ached for the bond they once shared.

With a deep breath, Karen clicked on the folder marked 'Photos'. Images flickered onto the screen – Lisa with her friends, snapshots of school events, candid moments of laughter and joy.

Karen’s heart twisted; the vibrant girl in these photos was so starkly different from the quiet, introverted teenager who now walked through their home. Where had she lost her daughter along the way?

Scrolling through Lisa's social media, Karen felt like an intruder in a world she barely recognized. The posts were typical of a teenager – music bands, quotes, pictures with friends.

Yet, as she delved deeper, the façade of normalcy did little to quell her rising sense of dread.

Karen sat motionless, staring at the computer screen, the words in the email piercing through her like a sharp blade. Her hands trembled as she read and reread the message from her daughter, Lisa, to a college teacher named Nathon.

The reality of what she was seeing seemed too surreal, too painful to accept. Lisa, her only daughter, was pregnant.

The room felt colder, the walls closing in around her. Karen's mind raced with questions, fears, and confusion.

The email was brief, yet each word carried a weight that pressed down on Karen’s heart. Lisa had written to Nathon, seeking guidance, expressing her fear and uncertainty about the pregnancy.

The tone was one of desperation, a plea for help from someone she thought she could trust.

Karen’s eyes filled with tears as she read her daughter’s words. “I’m scared and I don’t know what to do,” Lisa had written. The vulnerability in that confession broke Karen’s heart.

She had always seen herself as a pillar of strength and guidance for her daughter, yet now, Lisa was reaching out to someone else in her time of need.

For a moment, Karen felt a surge of anger towards Nathon. Who was he to be involved in such a personal aspect of her daughter's life?

But as quickly as the anger came, it was replaced by a deep sense of sorrow and failure. Why hadn’t Lisa come to her? What had driven her to seek solace in a teacher rather than her own mother?

The silence of the room was overwhelming, filled with the echoes of a reality that Karen was not prepared to face. She closed her eyes, trying to shut out the world that seemed to be crumbling around her.

Her lips moved in a silent prayer, seeking calm and guidance in the midst of the storm that was brewing in her heart.

“Dear Lord,” she whispered, her voice quivering with emotion, “give me the strength to face this challenge, the wisdom to guide my daughter, and the compassion to understand her.”

Karen paced back and forth in the living room, her eyes flicking to the clock every few seconds. The hands seemed to move too slowly, amplifying her anxiety.

It was late afternoon, the time Lisa usually arrived home from college, driven by her stepfather, Sam. Today, that routine felt like an eternity to Karen.

The house was unusually silent, the kind of quiet that presses in on you, making you aware of every little sound – the ticking of the clock, the distant bark of a neighborhood dog, the faint rustle of leaves outside the window.

Karen clasped the small silver cross hanging around her neck, its cool metal a small comfort against her warm, trembling fingers.

"Please, guide me through this," she whispered, her voice barely audible. Her prayers were a mix of pleas for strength and guidance, a ritual that had always brought her solace in times of uncertainty.

Karen's relationship with Sam had always been one of mutual respect and understanding. He had come into her and Lisa's life when they needed him most, filling the void left by Lisa's biological father.

Over the years, he had become more than just a stepfather; he was a confidant, a mentor, and most importantly, a friend to Lisa. Their bond was something Karen cherished, grateful for the positive male influence in her daughter's life.

But today, that bond was a source of worry. Karen knew that Lisa confided in Sam, possibly about things she hadn't shared with her. The thought made Karen's heart race with a mix of jealousy and fear.

She tried to shake off these thoughts, reminding herself of the trust she had in both Sam and Lisa. Yet, the gnawing feeling in her stomach wouldn't subside.

Karen had always prided herself on being an open and understanding mother, but the revelation of Lisa's pregnancy had shaken her to her core.

As the minutes ticked by, Karen found herself reflecting on the past. She thought of Lisa as a little girl, her bright eyes full of wonder and curiosity. Back then, Lisa would run into her arms after school, sharing every little detail of her day.

Now, as a teenager, she was more reserved, more guarded. Karen missed those days of innocent chatter and unbridled affection.

The sound of a car pulling into the driveway snapped Karen out of her reverie. She rushed to the window, her heart pounding in her chest. Through the lace curtains, she saw Sam's car, a familiar sight that now brought a surge of mixed emotions.

The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the driveway as Karen watched anxiously through the window. Her heart pounded in her chest as she saw Lisa and Sam’s car pull up.

Something about the way they talked to each other, their heads close together, filled Karen with a sense of foreboding.

Lisa got out of the car first, her movements hesitant, like every step was a struggle. Sam followed, his face etched with concern. As they walked towards the house, Karen could see the tension in Lisa's body, her hands wringing together nervously.

Karen's mind was racing. The secret she had uncovered was now a tangible reality, walking towards her, embodied in her daughter's apprehensive form. She felt a mix of anger, fear, and heartache churning inside her.

As Lisa and Sam entered the house, the air felt heavy with unspoken words. Lisa avoided her mother's gaze, her eyes fixed on the floor.

Sam gave Karen a brief, sympathetic look before excusing himself, murmuring something about giving them space to talk.

Karen, unable to contain the turmoil inside her, confronted Lisa immediately. "Lisa, what is this I saw? Tell me it's not true!" Her voice was louder than she intended, her emotions spilling over.

Lisa flinched at her mother's tone, her eyes filling with tears. "Mom, I... I didn’t know how to tell you..." Her voice was a mere whisper, trembling with emotion.

"Is it true? Are you pregnant?" Karen's voice cracked, a mixture of fear and desperation lacing her words.

Lisa nodded, her tears now freely flowing. "Yes, Mom, I am... and Nathon, he... he left me after he found out." Her confession hung in the air, a painful truth that shattered the last hope Karen had been clinging to.

Karen felt as if the ground had shifted beneath her feet. Her daughter, her little girl, was facing a reality too mature for her years, alone and scared.

The revelation about Nathon, a trusted teacher, abandoning Lisa in her time of need, added a layer of betrayal and anger to Karen's turmoil.

"Why didn't you come to me, Lisa? Why did you keep this from me?" Karen's voice softened, the anger giving way to hurt.

"I was scared, Mom. I didn’t know what to do or how you would react..." Lisa's voice broke as she struggled to articulate her feelings.

Karen's mind reeled with disbelief and anger. The revelation about Nathon, a figure of authority and trust in Lisa’s life, exploiting his position, left her horrified.

Her daughter, barely of legal age, was entangled in a situation no parent ever wishes for their child. "How could he?" Karen whispered to herself, her voice shaking with a mixture of rage and despair.

She looked at Lisa, her daughter's eyes downcast, a visible struggle playing across her young face. Lisa was just seventeen, her life ahead of her, now facing a decision that carried a weight too heavy for her years.

"Mom, I... I think I want to have an abortion," Lisa said quietly, almost inaudibly. The words hung in the air, a stark, painful reminder of the reality they were facing.

Karen felt a jolt of shock at her daughter's words. Her conservative beliefs, her faith, all she held to be true, stood in direct opposition to the path Lisa was considering.

"Lisa, do you understand what you’re saying?" Karen’s voice was laced with a mixture of concern and disbelief.

Lisa nodded, her eyes meeting her mother's for the first time since the conversation began. "I've thought about it a lot, Mom. I'm not ready to be a mother. And with Nathon out of the picture, I... I don't know what else to do."

Karen struggled to process her daughter's words. Her mind raced with conflicting thoughts - her instinct to protect and support Lisa, and her deeply ingrained beliefs about the sanctity of life.

"But Lisa, you're so young, and this... this is a big decision," Karen stammered, her own convictions clashing with the urge to support her daughter's choice.

"I know, Mom. But I feel like this is the only option I have," Lisa's voice was firm, yet Karen could hear the underlying tremor of fear and uncertainty.

Karen's heart ached as she realized the magnitude of the situation. Her daughter, at a tender age, was facing a crossroads that would alter the course of her life.

And as a mother, Karen was torn between her desire to guide Lisa according to her beliefs and the need to stand by her daughter’s side, regardless of the choice she made.

The practicalities of the situation also weighed heavily on Karen's mind. "Lisa, even if... if we consider this, you know it requires money, and my permission since you're not eighteen yet." Karen’s voice faltered as she spoke the words.

Lisa nodded, a silent acknowledgment of the hurdles they faced. "I know, Mom. It's two thousand dollars. I've looked into it."

Karen felt a pang of sadness at the thought of her daughter having to research such things. Lisa, her little girl who used to come to her with questions about homework or friends, was now navigating decisions that bore consequences far beyond her years.

The air in the room grew thick with tension as Karen firmly shook her head, her decision unwavering. "No, Lisa. I can't allow it. It's against everything we believe in, against the will of God. We just can't do this."

Lisa's face crumpled, the last flicker of hope in her eyes dimming. She looked down at her hands, twisted together in her lap, a silent symbol of her turmoil.

"But Mom, I'm not ready for this. I can't be a mother," she pleaded, her voice a mere whisper, laden with fear and desperation.

Karen felt a pang in her heart seeing her daughter so vulnerable, but her beliefs, her very faith, stood firm against the option of abortion. "I know this is hard, Lisa. But there are other ways. We can find a way through this that aligns with our faith."

At that moment, Sam stepped into the room, his expression one of concern. He had overheard the conversation and could no longer remain silent.

"Karen, maybe we need to consider what's best for Lisa right now. She's just a kid, and this situation with Nathon... It's complicated."

Karen turned to Sam, her eyes flashing with a mix of hurt and resolve. "No, Sam. There are some lines we just don't cross. We have to think about what's right in the eyes of God."

Sam ran a hand through his hair, a gesture of frustration and helplessness. "But Karen, what about what Lisa wants? What she needs?" His voice was gentle yet firm, trying to reason with his wife.

Karen's jaw set stubbornly. "The father of the child will take responsibility. That's the right thing to do. We'll confront Nathon. He needs to marry Lisa and take care of his child."

Lisa looked up, her eyes wide with disbelief. "Marry Nathon? Mom, you can't be serious. He doesn't want anything to do with me or the baby."

Karen’s expression softened momentarily as she looked at her daughter. "Lisa, sometimes people need to be pushed to do the right thing. Nathon made a choice, and now he has to face the consequences."

Sam interjected, his voice tinged with worry. "But forcing a marriage? Karen, that doesn't sound like a solution. It sounds like a recipe for more problems."

Karen turned to him, her eyes filled with determination. "It's the only way, Sam. We have to protect our daughter and her future. We have to think about the baby, too."

The discussion continued, with Karen adamantly opposing the abortion and advocating for confronting Nathon.

Lisa sat quietly, her mind swirling with fear and uncertainty. The thought of marrying Nathon, a man who had already abandoned her in her time of need, filled her with dread.

Sam tried to support his stepdaughter, offering alternative solutions, suggesting they could raise the child together as a family. But Karen wouldn’t budge. Her faith, her beliefs, dictated a path that she saw as the only moral course of action.

As the evening wore on, the conversation went in circles, with no resolution in sight. Lisa felt trapped in a situation that was spiraling out of her control, her own desires and fears overshadowed by her mother's strong convictions.

In the end, the room fell silent, each person lost in their thoughts. Karen, steadfast in her beliefs, Sam, torn between supporting his wife and his stepdaughter, and Lisa, a young girl facing a future that seemed to grow more daunting with each passing moment.

The weight of the decision lay heavy in the room, a palpable force that threatened to divide a family already struggling to navigate the stormy waters of a situation none of them had ever imagined they would face.

Karen's steps echoed through the empty halls of the college, her heart pounding in her chest with a mix of determination and apprehension. The corridors were lined with bulletin boards and lockers, a vivid contrast to the turmoil brewing inside her. Students bustled around, absorbed in their conversations, oblivious to the storm that was about to unfold.

As she approached the main office, Karen's eyes darted around, searching for any sign that would lead her to Nathon. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions – anger, fear, and a desperate need for resolution.

A woman at the entry desk looked up as Karen approached, her expression one of mild curiosity turning to concern. "Can I help you?" she asked, her tone polite yet guarded.

"I need to speak with Nathon," Karen said, her voice firm, leaving no room for negotiation.

The woman's eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "Do you have an appointment? It's college policy that meetings with faculty are scheduled in advance."

Karen’s patience was wearing thin. "This is urgent. I need to see him now," she insisted, her voice rising slightly.

The woman hesitated, clearly torn between following protocol and responding to the urgency in Karen's voice. "I'm sorry, but I can't allow you to just walk in. If you'd like, I can try to schedule an appointment for you."

But Karen was beyond the point of formalities. Her daughter's future, her well-being, was at stake. Without another word, she brushed past the desk, her eyes scanning the nameplates on the doors lining the hallway.

"Ma'am, you can't go in there without permission!" the woman called after her, but Karen was already moving swiftly down the corridor.

Finally, she found it – a door with 'Nathon' written on a small plaque. Without hesitation, she pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Nathon's cabinet was a small, cluttered space, filled with books and papers. Nathon, sitting at his desk, looked up in surprise as Karen barged in.

"Can I help you?" Nathon asked, his tone cautious as he took in Karen’s agitated state.

The tension in Nathon's cabinet was palpable as Karen stood across from him, her posture rigid with determination. The moment Nathon had closed the door, shutting out the curious gaze of the woman outside, the atmosphere had shifted. It was just Karen and Nathon now, in a bubble of confrontation and uneasy truths.

Nathon, his face a mix of confusion and concern, leaned against his desk. “Karen, please, let’s keep our voices down. Tell me what’s going on.”

Karen’s eyes bore into him, her voice a controlled but fierce whisper. “It’s about Lisa. She’s pregnant, Nathon. And you’re the father.”

Nathon’s eyes widened, his mouth opening slightly in shock. For a moment, he just stared at her, as if trying to process the weight of her words. “Pregnant? I... I didn’t know.”

Karen felt a surge of frustration. “Of course, you didn’t know. But that doesn’t change the fact that you’re responsible. As a Christian, it’s your duty to marry her and take care of the child.”

Nathon ran a hand through his hair, a gesture of anxiety. He walked over to the window, gazing out but not really seeing anything. “Karen, these are serious allegations.

If what you’re saying is true, I will take responsibility, but marriage... that’s a big step.”

Karen stepped closer, her voice steady but imbued with emotion. “A big step? You think this isn’t a big step for Lisa? She’s just a girl, Nathon. Your student. You took advantage of her, and now she’s facing a future as a single mother.”

Nathon turned to face her, his expression torn. “Karen, I... I care about Lisa. I never meant for any of this to happen. But marriage, it’s not that simple.”

Karen’s voice rose slightly in pitch, her frustration mounting. “Not simple? You think this situation is simple for Lisa? You need to do the right thing, Nathon. You need to step up and accept your responsibilities.”

In the confining space of Nathon's office, the air was thick with tension and rising voices. Karen stood across from Nathon, her body rigid with indignation. "How can you deny it so blatantly? You know Lisa wouldn't lie about something so grave," she accused, her voice sharp and piercing.

Nathon, his back against his desk, responded with equal force, his frustration evident. "I'm telling you, Karen, I am not the father! Lisa... she wasn't faithful. It's not my responsibility to bear the consequences of her actions."

The words stung Karen like a slap. Her daughter's integrity was being questioned, and her protective instincts surged like a tidal wave. "You are shirking your responsibility, Nathon! You were her teacher, you were supposed to be a role model, not take advantage of her," Karen retorted, her voice rising with every word.

Their voices clashed in the small room, a tumultuous symphony of accusation and denial. Nathon's denial was adamant, his stance unyielding. Karen's pleas and accusations seemed to bounce off an invisible wall of resistance he had put up.

As the argument escalated, their voices grew louder, words tumbling over each other in a heated exchange. Karen pointed her finger accusingly at Nathon, her whole body trembling with anger. "You can't just walk away from this, Nathon. This is about a child's life, a child that you helped bring into this world."

Nathon shook his head, his voice laced with exasperation. "Karen, you have to understand, I can't take responsibility for something I didn't do. Lisa has made her choices, and I'm sorry, but they have nothing to do with me."

The impasse between them was palpable, a chasm that seemed to widen with each exchanged word. Karen's heart pounded in her chest, a mix of anger, frustration, and fear coursing through her veins.

She realized, amidst the storm of their argument, that she was not going to get through to Nathon. He was steadfast in his denial, and no amount of arguing or pleading seemed to shake his resolve.

A moment of clarity pierced through Karen's turmoil. She understood that this confrontation was leading nowhere, and that she needed to find another way to resolve this situation.

Her mind raced, thoughts swirling like leaves in a tempest. She had to be strategic, had to think about Lisa and the baby's future.

Karen's voice softened, but her words were laced with a steely resolve. "If you won't take responsibility, Nathon, then I will find another way. I will do whatever it takes to protect my daughter and her child."

Karen stood at the threshold of Nathon’s office, her hand on the doorknob. Her mind was a whirlpool of emotions, disbelief at the forefront.

She felt a sense of incredulity, unable to fathom Nathon's staunch denial and his accusations against Lisa. For a moment, she almost walked away, almost gave in to the urge to escape this confrontation that seemed to lead nowhere.

But then, something within her steeled. Taking a deep, steadying breath, Karen turned back to face Nathon. The determination in her eyes was unmistakable, a clear sign that she was not yet done.

“Nathon,” she began, her voice firm despite the inner turmoil she felt, “I can't just walk away from this.”

Nathon looked up, his expression one of wary anticipation. Karen continued, “If you refuse to take responsibility for your actions, then I have no choice but to make this public.

What do you think the college will say about a teacher in a relationship with his student?”

The words hung in the air, heavy with implication. Nathon’s face drained of color, his eyes widening in realization of the gravity of the situation. The threat of his relationship with Lisa becoming public was a real and present danger to everything he had worked for – his career, his reputation, everything.

Karen watched as fear took hold of Nathon. He seemed to shrink before her, the confident demeanor he had held earlier now replaced by a visible fear.

For a brief moment, Karen felt a pang of pity for him, but it was quickly overshadowed by her resolve to protect her daughter.

Nathon’s voice was barely audible when he finally spoke. “Karen, please… this could ruin me.”

Karen’s expression softened slightly, but her resolve did not waver. “I’m thinking about my daughter, Nathon. She’s the one whose life is already being turned upside down. It's time for you to face the consequences of your actions.”

The finality in Karen’s voice left no room for further argument. Nathon sat back in his chair, the reality of the situation sinking in.

He was scared, and Karen could see it. But this was about more than just Nathon’s fear; it was about justice for Lisa and her unborn child.

Karen stood firm in the tense atmosphere of Nathon’s office, her eyes locked on his. The air between them was charged with the gravity of the situation, every word spoken carrying the weight of future implications.

Nathon, his voice steady but his hands betraying a slight tremor, set forth his conditions. “Karen, I want a paternity test. It’s the only way to prove whether I am the father or not.

If the test shows that I am, then I will take full responsibility. I’ll marry Lisa and support her and the child.”

Karen’s eyes narrowed, assessing the sincerity in Nathon’s words. The idea of a paternity test brought a glimmer of hope, a chance to prove the truth, but his next words made her heart sink.

“If the test proves I’m not the father,” Nathon continued, his gaze unwavering, “I will deny any relationship with her.

And if you and Lisa continue to accuse me without proof, I’ll make sure the college knows about these baseless accusations. Lisa could be expelled for this.”

Karen felt a surge of protective anger at the threat to her daughter’s education and reputation. But she knew she had to tread carefully. This was about more than just their personal grievances; Lisa’s future was at stake.

“Fine,” Karen said, her voice laced with reluctant agreement. “We’ll do the paternity test. But remember, Nathon, if you are the father, you’ll have to keep your word.”

Nathon nodded, a hint of relief in his eyes at the prospect of definitive proof. “I will. I just want the truth to come out.”

As Karen left the office, her mind was awhirl with thoughts and plans. The walk through the college corridors felt longer than usual, each step heavy with the weight of the conversation she had just had.

She knew that agreeing to the paternity test was a gamble, but it was one she was willing to take for the sake of her daughter’s future.

In the comforting yet tense confines of their home, Lisa sat across from Karen, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and pleading. The living room, usually a place of warmth and family memories, now felt like the stage of a critical crossroad in both their lives.

"Mom, please," Lisa began, her voice quivering slightly, "I don't think I can go through with this. I don't feel ready to be a mom, and the thought of marrying him..." Her voice trailed off, the unfinished sentence hanging heavily in the air.

Karen, sitting with a rigid back, looked into her daughter's eyes, seeing the turmoil that swirled within them.

She understood her daughter's fears; the idea of motherhood at such a young age, and to a man she did not love, was a daunting prospect. But Karen's own beliefs and values stood like a barrier to the solution Lisa proposed.

"Lisa, I know this is hard. I understand you're scared, but we have to think about this carefully," Karen said, her voice steady but laced with empathy. "An abortion isn't the answer. It goes against everything we believe in."

Lisa clasped her hands together, a nervous habit she had since childhood. "But mom, marrying Nathon? How can that be better? I don't love him, and after what he's done, I can't imagine spending my life with him."

Karen sighed, the weight of her daughter's predicament pressing down on her. "Marriage might not be ideal, but it's the right thing to do. It's about taking responsibility, about giving this child a family."

"But is that what's best for the child? Or for me?" Lisa asked, her voice rising with a hint of frustration. "I'm not ready to be a mother, especially not under these circumstances."

Karen reached across, taking Lisa's hands in hers, trying to offer some comfort. "I know it's not ideal, but sometimes we have to make hard choices. This is about doing what's right in the eyes of God."

Lisa pulled her hands away gently, her expression one of despair. "But what about what I feel is right? Doesn't that matter?"

The question hung in the air, heavy with implications. Karen felt torn, her heart aching for her daughter's plight, yet bound by the strictures of her faith and moral code.

"Lisa, I am trying to protect you, to guide you through this," Karen said softly, her own heart heavy with uncertainty.

Lisa looked down, her shoulders slumped in resignation. "I just wish there was another way," she whispered, the sense of being trapped in a situation beyond her control evident in her voice.

Karen felt a surge of maternal protectiveness, coupled with the torment of her own inner conflict.

She wanted to shield Lisa from the harsh realities of the world, but at the same time, she felt bound by her beliefs to steer her down a path that was fraught with challenges.

In the familiar yet now strained atmosphere of their home, Karen faced her daughter Lisa, whose eyes were brimming with unshed tears.

The pleas from Lisa had been heartfelt and desperate, but Karen, anchored by her own unwavering beliefs, chose to ignore them.

“Mom, please,” Lisa implored once more, her voice laced with a palpable desperation. “Think about what this will do to me, to my life.”

Karen, however, remained resolute, her face an unmoving mask of determination. “Lisa, I understand this is hard, but marriage is sacred. It’s the right thing to do for your child.”

At this moment, Sam, Karen's husband and Lisa’s stepfather, stepped into the room, his expression one of deep concern. “Karen, listen to her. We can’t force her into a marriage she doesn’t want. It’s not right.”

Karen turned to face Sam, her eyes steely. “Marriage is about responsibility, Sam. It’s about giving a child the family it deserves.”

Sam’s voice grew more insistent, his worry for Lisa apparent. “But at what cost, Karen? Lisa is telling us she’s not ready for this. We can’t just ignore that.”

Lisa looked between her mother and Sam, her eyes pleading for understanding. “Mom, Sam’s right. I can’t marry Nathon. I just can’t.”

Despite the emotional appeals from both Lisa and Sam, Karen remained unmoved. In her mind, the sanctity of marriage and the welfare of the unborn child outweighed the apprehensions they voiced.

“We’re going to the hospital,” Karen announced, her voice leaving no room for further discussion. “We need to make sure you and the baby are healthy.”

Sam sighed, realizing the futility of arguing further. With a heavy heart, he agreed to drive them. The car ride to the hospital was a silent affair, each lost in their thoughts.

Karen sat in the front, her gaze fixed ahead, while Lisa sat in the back, staring blankly out the window, her mind swirling with fear and uncertainty about her future.

The hospital's clinical setting was a stark contrast to the emotional turmoil Karen, Lisa, and Sam were experiencing. The three of them sat in the waiting room, each lost in their own anxious thoughts.

The air was thick with tension, and despite the closeness of their seats, an invisible barrier of apprehension seemed to separate them.

Karen, sitting rigidly, kept glancing at the clock on the wall, each tick echoing the mounting nervousness within her.

She occasionally looked at Lisa, her expression a mix of concern and resolve. Lisa, on the other hand, sat staring at her hands folded in her lap, her face pale and drawn.

Sam, who sat beside Lisa, wore a look of worry, his eyes shifting between his wife and stepdaughter, sensing the unease that enveloped them both.

Their silence was a heavy shroud, broken only by the distant sounds of the hospital – the muffled footsteps of nurses, the soft beeps of medical equipment, and the low hum of conversation from other patients.

As they waited, Nathon arrived, his presence instantly heightening the tension in the room.

He gave a brief, awkward nod to the family, taking a seat across from them. His face was drawn, the usual confidence he carried as a teacher replaced by a visible unease.

Karen's gaze shifted to Nathon, her eyes hardening slightly. Nathon avoided her stare, looking instead at a spot on the floor, clearly uncomfortable under her scrutinizing gaze.

Sam, noticing the exchange, leaned slightly closer to Lisa, offering her a reassuring pat on the hand.

The silence continued, a palpable force in the room. Nobody seemed inclined to break it, each person wrapped up in their own apprehension about the impending revelation of the paternity test results.

Finally, a nurse called their names. They all stood up almost mechanically and followed her down the sterile hallway to a small consultation room. The room was stark and utilitarian, with a few chairs and a desk where a doctor sat, a folder in front of him.

As they took their seats, the doctor looked up, offering a professional yet empathetic smile. "I understand this is a difficult situation for all of you," he began, his voice calm and measured. "We have the results of the paternity test."

Karen straightened in her chair, her hands clasped tightly together. Lisa bit her lower lip nervously, a sense of dread visible in her eyes.

Sam reached over, placing his hand over Lisa's in a silent show of support. Nathon sat rigidly, his eyes fixed on the doctor, bracing himself for the revelation.

The room seemed to close in on them as they awaited the words that would change their lives forever. The doctor opened the folder, and with the turning of those pages, the fate of their family hung in the balance.

The atmosphere in the hospital consultation room was thick with anticipation as the doctor entered, a manila envelope in his hands.

Karen, Lisa, and Sam sat in a tense silence, their eyes fixed on the envelope that held answers to questions that had been haunting them for weeks.

The doctor, a middle-aged man with a kind but professional demeanor, took a seat behind his desk. He opened the envelope and pulled out a sheet of paper. “I have the results of the paternity test here,” he announced, his voice neutral.

Karen leaned forward, her hands tightly clasped together. Lisa, pale and apprehensive, seemed to shrink into her seat, while Sam put a comforting arm around her shoulders.

The doctor glanced at the paper, then looked up. “The test results indicate that Mr. Nathon is not the father of the child.”

A stunned silence enveloped the room. Karen’s eyes widened in disbelief, her mind racing to process the information. Lisa’s face crumpled, tears welling in her eyes as the reality of the situation hit her. Sam looked between Lisa and Karen, his expression one of concern and confusion.

Nathon, who had been sitting rigidly in his chair, let out a barely audible sigh. The tension in his shoulders eased, but his face remained impassive. He stood up abruptly, his chair scraping against the linoleum floor.

“I’m sorry, but I cannot marry Lisa,” Nathon said, his voice firm. “I hope you find the real father.” With that, he turned and walked out of the room, leaving a trail of shock and silence behind him.

Karen sat frozen, her mind trying to grapple with the revelation. The man they had believed to be the father of Lisa’s child was not; the accusations, the plans, the confrontation – all had been based on a false assumption.

Lisa, overwhelmed by the news and Nathon’s abrupt departure, buried her face in her hands, sobbing quietly. Sam gently rubbed her back, trying to offer some comfort, though he himself looked lost in the sudden turn of events.

The doctor, witnessing the emotional turmoil in the room, offered a sympathetic look. “I understand this is a lot to take in. If there’s anything else we can do to help, please let us know.”

Karen, coming back to her senses, nodded mechanically at the doctor, her mind still reeling. “Thank you, doctor,” she managed to say, her voice a whisper.

Outside the clinic, under the gray, overcast sky, Karen's emotions boiled over. The revelation inside had left her reeling, and in her confusion and distress, she turned to Lisa, her words harsh and cutting.

“How could you not know who the father is? What were you thinking?” Her voice was sharp, each word like a dagger.

Lisa, standing there with tears streaming down her face, looked small and vulnerable. “Mom, please, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean for any of this to happen,” she sobbed, her voice barely above a whisper. She was a picture of despair, crumbling under the weight of her mother's words.

“Sorry doesn't fix this, Lisa!” Karen continued, her anger unabated. “We need to know who the father is. We need to figure this out.”

Lisa, choking back sobs, pleaded with her mother, “Mom, please, can we just... can we consider an abortion? I can’t do this, I can’t be a mother, not like this.”

Karen's face hardened at the mention of abortion. “No, Lisa. That's not an option. It's against everything we believe in. You need to think about the baby.”

The conversation was fraught with tension, the air around them heavy with unspoken fears and regrets. Sam, who had been standing a few steps away, his own face etched with concern, stepped forward.

“Karen, maybe we should talk about this at home,” he suggested gently, trying to defuse the escalating situation.

Karen spun around to face him, her frustration finding a new target. “And you, you should be taking care of Lisa and the child. That’s what a family does.”

Sam looked taken aback by Karen’s words, but he composed himself quickly. “Karen, I’m here for both of you, but we need to handle this calmly. We can't make decisions in the heat of the moment.”

Lisa, still in tears, looked between her mother and Sam, her eyes filled with a plea for understanding. “Mom, Sam’s right. We need to think this through, properly.”

But Karen was unyielding, her mind set in a turmoil of anger and disbelief. “We’ll go home, but this isn’t over. We need answers, Lisa. We need to sort this out, the right way.”

Back at home, the tension that had been brewing since the hospital visit reached a boiling point. Karen, fueled by a mix of frustration and desperation, turned to Lisa, her voice insistent and sharp. “Lisa, who is the father? You must tell us. We need to know!”

Lisa, cornered and overwhelmed, trembled under the weight of her mother’s interrogation. Her eyes, wide with fear and panic, darted around the room as if seeking an escape.

“I... I can’t, Mom, I just...” she stammered, her voice breaking, the words caught in her throat as if the truth was too heavy to release.

Sam, witnessing the distressing scene, stepped in, his voice firm and reproachful. “Karen, stop this! Can’t you see what you’re doing to her? She’s just a teenager, and she’s pregnant. You’re losing your sanity over this!”

Karen, taken aback by Sam’s outburst, turned to face him, her expression a mixture of shock and indignation. “But we need to know, Sam! We can't just leave this unresolved.”

Sam shook his head, his frustration palpable. “No, Karen. What Lisa needs right now is our support, not accusations and pressure.” He turned to Lisa, his demeanor softening. “Come on, Lisa. Let’s get out of here for a bit.”

Lisa, grateful for Sam’s intervention, nodded and quickly followed him out of the house. As they headed to the car, Karen, still reeling from the exchange, hurried after them. “Wait! You can’t just leave!”

Sam, with Lisa beside him, opened the car door. Before getting in, he turned to Karen, his voice resolute. “If we can’t get your permission for an abortion, then we’ll find another way. We have to do what’s best for Lisa.”

Karen, her heart pounding, reached out as if to stop them. “Sam, you can’t...”

But Sam gently pushed her hand away, a clear sign that he was determined to protect Lisa, even from her own mother if necessary. “I’m sorry, Karen. This isn’t right.”

He helped Lisa into the car and then got into the driver's seat. Karen stood there, a mix of anger, confusion, and helplessness washing over her as she watched the car pull away, leaving her standing alone in the driveway.

The car disappeared down the street, taking with it a piece of Karen’s world, leaving her in a state of shock and disbelief. She had pushed them away, her own actions driving a wedge between her and her family.

As Karen slowly walked back into the empty house, the silence felt overwhelming. The realization of what had just transpired, of how far things had escalated, began to sink in.

She had lost control, her fear and desperation leading to actions she could never have imagined. The future, once so certain, now seemed like a path shrouded in mist, uncertain and daunting.

Karen's heart pounded furiously as she hurried back into her home, her mind a whirlwind of panic and confusion. The walls of the house, once a sanctuary of familial love and comfort, now felt like they were closing in on her, echoing her frantic thoughts.

She paced back and forth in the living room, her hands trembling as she replayed the day's events in her head. Her daughter, Lisa, and her husband, Sam, had just driven off, leaving her in a state of utter despair and helplessness.

The need to do something, anything, to bring them back home was overwhelming.

In a state of near hysteria, Karen grabbed the phone and dialed the police. "Hello, I need to report two missing persons - my husband and daughter," she said, her voice cracking with emotion.

Her words tumbled out in a rush of urgency as she explained the situation to the dispatcher.

"They just left the house, and I don't know where they're going. They could be in danger," Karen added, her mind conjuring up the worst scenarios.

The dispatcher's calm voice on the other end of the line was a stark contrast to Karen's panicked state, but it did little to soothe her nerves.

After giving all the necessary details, Karen hung up the phone, her hands still shaking. She sank onto the couch, her head in her hands, trying to process everything that had happened.

The question of the real father's identity loomed large in her mind. If Nathon wasn't the father, then who was?

Karen's thoughts raced as she considered every possibility. Lisa had always been a responsible girl, and the thought that she might have been with someone else was almost too much for Karen to bear.

"Why won't she tell me?" Karen murmured to herself, the question echoing in the empty room.

She stood up, pacing again, her mind unable to settle. The uncertainty was agonizing. Karen knew that finding out who the father was could be the key to solving this entire dilemma, to bringing her family back together.

But Lisa's refusal to reveal his identity only added to the mystery and the mounting tension.

The house was eerily silent, the ticking of the clock in the hall a constant reminder of the passing time. Karen felt a mixture of fear, anger, and sorrow.

She was scared for Lisa's well-being, angry at the situation they were all in, and sorrowful for the disintegration of her family.

As she waited for any news from the police, a feeling of helplessness washed over her. The issues that had seemed so black and white earlier now were shades of gray, complex and confusing.

Karen realized that this situation was far beyond what she could control or fix on her own.

Sitting alone, surrounded by the memories of a happier time, Karen was left to ponder the fragility of her family and the uncertainty of the future.

The night stretched on, each minute an eternity, as she waited for a call that might bring her daughter and husband back home.

In a state of utter disbelief and desperation, Karen began to search through Lisa's room. The room, once a sanctuary of her daughter's laughter and dreams, now felt like a vault of hidden secrets.

As Karen rummaged through drawers and closets, her hands trembled, and her heart pounded with a sense of foreboding.

Amidst the clutter of teenage possessions - books, clothes, random trinkets - Karen's eyes fell upon an envelope tucked away in a drawer. Her fingers, now cold with apprehension, pulled out the envelope and opened it.

Inside, she found a check for two thousand dollars. The realization hit her like a wave when she saw the signature at the bottom – it was from Sam, her husband.

The room spun around Karen as she processed this information. The check, the exact amount needed for an abortion, was signed by Sam.

Her mind raced back to the conversations they had, to the moments when Sam had subtly suggested abortion as an option. It all made a horrifying sense now – Sam was the father of Lisa's child.

Feeling as if the ground was giving way beneath her, Karen sank onto Lisa's bed, the check still clutched in her trembling hands. Her thoughts were a maelstrom of shock, betrayal, and confusion.

How could Sam, the man she trusted, the man who had been a father figure to Lisa, betray them in such a way?

Before she could gather her thoughts, her phone rang, snapping her out of her reverie. It was Sam. "Karen, you need to come to the hospital right away. It's Lisa," his voice was urgent, tinged with a panic that matched her own.

"The hospital? What happened? Is Lisa okay?" Karen's voice cracked, her mind still reeling from her recent discovery.

"She's in the hospital. I can't explain over the phone, but you need to come quickly," Sam urged.

Karen stood up, her legs feeling weak. Her mind was a chaotic whirl of emotions – anger at Sam, worry for Lisa, and a deep sense of betrayal. But at that moment, her concern for Lisa overshadowed everything else.

She grabbed her keys and purse, rushing out of the house. The drive to the hospital was a blur, her thoughts consumed by the shocking revelation and the fear for her daughter's well-being.

What had happened to Lisa? Was she hurt? The questions pounded in Karen's head with every heartbeat.

As she pulled into the hospital parking lot, her hands were shaking so badly she could barely turn off the ignition. She hurried into the building, her heart racing with fear and apprehension about what awaited her.

The hospital corridors seemed to stretch endlessly as she made her way to the emergency room, bracing herself for what was to come.

Karen's arrival at the hospital was marked by a flurry of raw emotions. The sterile, brightly lit corridors of the hospital seemed to amplify the turmoil raging within her.

Her heart raced as she navigated her way to the emergency room, where she found Sam standing outside, his face etched with worry and guilt.

Upon seeing him, Karen's emotions, already on edge, overflowed. "Sam! Is it true? Are you... are you the father?" she demanded, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and despair.

Sam's eyes, filled with remorse, met hers. He nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, Karen, I am. I didn't know how to tell you. Lisa and I, we were both so lost, didn't know what to do."

Karen felt as if the ground beneath her had crumbled. The betrayal by the man she had trusted and loved, the man who had been a father figure to her daughter, was too much to bear.

"How could you?" she cried out, her voice echoing through the hallway. "You were supposed to protect her, not... not this."

"I know," Sam said, his voice breaking. "We were afraid, and Lisa... she decided to see an underground doctor for an abortion. I just wanted to support her decision."

Karen's face hardened, her eyes blazing with a mix of hurt and fury. "You've destroyed everything, Sam. Our family, her life... it's over. I want you out of our life, out of my life."

Without waiting for his response, Karen turned away from Sam, her heart aching with a pain she had never known.

She couldn't bear to look at him any longer. Sam, his shoulders slumped in defeat and regret, slowly walked away, leaving the hospital and their lives.

As Karen tried to process the whirlwind of revelations, a doctor approached her. The look on his face, somber and sympathetic, immediately filled her with dread. "Mrs. Thompson?" he began, his voice gentle.

Karen braced herself, fearing the worst. "Yes, what is it? How's Lisa?"

The doctor sighed, taking a moment before delivering the news. "I'm sorry to inform you that there were complications during the abortion procedure. We did everything we could, but... Lisa didn't make it. She was brought in too late."

Karen's world spun around her. The words 'Lisa didn't make it' echoed in her mind, a cruel, unending refrain.

Her knees buckled, and she would have fallen if the wall hadn't been there to support her. Tears streamed down her face as a profound grief enveloped her. Her daughter, her precious Lisa, was gone.

Around her, the hospital continued its usual rhythm, oblivious to the tragedy that had just unfolded in her life. Nurses and doctors moved about, patients came and went, but for Karen, time had stopped.

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