Jay’s POV
I sat on the bench after Aniyah was gone, my head spinning, I was going to be a father. I had created a baby with the black haired girl that had haunted my every waking and sleeping moment since the party.
My mind zoomed back to the morning when I woke up, the few spots of blood. How had this happened? I wore a condom, right? I always cover up, it’s my number one rule, I’m not insane. I tried to envision the room, and see if I had noticed the trash can, or an empty wrapper as I tidied the room up, but I couldn’t remember anything.
I gripped my hair, resting my elbows on the bench in front of me. I needed to talk to someone about this. I couldn’t deal with it alone. My first thought was my father, but then I realised that I would also have to tell Cassidy’s mum and that was a c
