I turned around to see the band of the broken condom around his cock and immediately my panic mode hit. All I kept doing was saying "No" over and over. Today was supposed to be my high school graduation! A celebration! Now I might have gotten knocked up?? I was enrolled in college, had big plans for myself and my future. I messaged my best friend who had been sleeping with her boyfriend for a while now and she suggested the Plan B pill. She said it was expensive, but D said he had some money and would pay for it.

We got to the drug store and I was dreaded running into someone in my ward. Most of the people who worked there were in my ward, and all of them were in my stake, including the stake president who owned the store. My bishop dad would not have been impressed if he found out from any of them. We walked toward the counter and sure enough, one of the ladies at the front was in my ward and my aunts neighbor; safe to say we knew each other. We made up some story about how it was for D's mom, but I figured there was no way she bought it. I took the pill and he went to school and I went to graduation practice. I was expecting my period in the next couple of days, but I couldn't take any chances. Most of the morning went through in a blur except one moment we were lining up in our chairs and I almost passed out. My heart started racing as I stood next to my best friend and her bf and then I felt lightheaded. Thankfully the chairs caught me, but I was not in a good place. I had lunch and felt a little better.

The afternoon passed just as quickly and before I knew it my mom was taking my pictures in front of the school before the ceremony. At one point I almost broke down and told my mom everything, but decided against it. The ceremony was about to start and my mom called me over before I went inside the gymnasium. She took me over to a lady and said, "This is Vicki, your birth mom." I froze. My invite to her had slipped my mind until this very moment. We hugged and the irony wasn't lost on me. I could be pregnant as of the next few days, and here I am meeting the same woman who had the same situation happen to her with me. The chat wasn't long and I went into the gym for the ceremony.

After graduation and all the pictures, I went home to change so I could go to a party with friends. Vicki was talking with my parents and I didn't say a lot. How do you talk to your birth mom when you could be in the same situation as her? I went to my party and made sure to stay extra late so I wouldn't have to look her in the eye anymore.

A few days later, I ended up getting my period. D and I were very grateful and we didn't have our first child until more than a year after being married. I wish I could've talked more to Vicki, she died the next January and the next time I saw her was in a coffin. Moral of the story: don't trust condoms (this wasn't our last incident with one!) And spend time with the ones that matter before the time has passed.