Teenage Tragedy(title under construction) unfinished

Jessica Woods sat in the bathroom crying. She had skipped her period. At first she thought it was just a mess up. But she feared that it wasn't. After all, not long ago, she had been attacked by her boyfriend, Ricky Andre. He had messed her up and then raped her. She had taken a pregnancy test. It was blue, positive.1

How am I ever going to tell Momma? She wondered in silence. She'll never accept me. Teen pregnancy is higher on her black list than boiling live puppies. She got up slowly and walked out of her bathroom. I can't tell Momma. I just can't. She walked into her bedroom and quietly shut the door. She could her her mother and father fighting.2

"Caroline, if you were a better mom to her she wouldn't be parading around the woods and hanging with her animals!" her father screamed. "She'd be batting her eyes at the boys and wiggling her hips!"
"Joseph! Don't you understand? She just got heartbroken! Her boyfriend beat her up!" her mother screamed back.
"Well, you're the one who made her believe that love was easy! You didn't prepare her for a real relationship!"
"If you weren't drunk every night and if you were more involved in this god damn family you might feel some sympathy for your daughter!"
"Woman, I will leave!"
"Fine! Go! See if I give a damn. You're just bringing this family down anyway! We'd do better if you were gone!"3

Jessica heard the door open and slam shut. She heard the car engine start and the squeal of tires. She twirled her fingers through her blonde hair. She looked in the mirror. Her chocolate-brown eyes were full of worry and fear. She wanted to go downstairs and tell her mother the bad news. In all of her fifteen years of life she was always letting her family down. She didn't want to let her mother down even more.4

She put her hand over her stomach.
"I guess I'll have you when Momma finds out," she whispered. "At least you'll always be here for me because I'll always be here for you." She knew it was foolish to be talking to the baby growing inside her, but she did it anyway. It was a comfort to her. She wanted nothing more than to tell someone but she couldn't. No one would think of her the same. No one would believe the daughter of Joseph Woods. He had a reputation for lying so they thought she did, too.5

"Baby, my sweet baby," she whispered. "I wish you could have come much later. After I fell in love and got married. But it isn't your fault. You're just an innocent creature." She stroked her stomach even though she knew the baby was just barely beginning to form. I will bring shame to my family. They'll find out once I start to swell around the stomach. And then there will be the morning sickness. She thought. I'm so ashamed. Maybe I could have prevented this. Yes, I could have. I was just too weak. What is wrong with me?6

Jessica went into the bathroom again. She closed closed the creaky door as quietly as she could and locked it. It made a loud click, then all was silent. She started crying again, somehow keeping it silent. There is something wrong with me! She concluded. I don't deserve to live! But I can't die while the baby is inside me. I don't want to cause the death of an innocent. Maybe I can juste ease some of the pain... She reached into the medicine cabinet. She rummaged past pills and deoderant. She finally came up with a razor. She took the blade out and just stared at it.