Chapter 17
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"Sorry guys," I apologize sliding out of the taxi and grabbing my luggage.
"It's okay!" They assure me.
"Don't worry about it."
"Just get better sis."
We ended up having to come back from Hawaii a day early due to my extreme sickness, but we
still got thirteen good days. I have a slight sunburn, which is why I'm not sure if my
sunpoisoning symptoms are actual sunpoisoning beneath the surface of my body, or if I caught
something on the island.
Whatever it is gives me crazy cramps and makes me throw up at the most in opportune moments.
The flight attendant brought me an egg sandwich and I threw up before even taking a bite.
Knowing the slight pink tint to my skin can't be the cause of this, I decide to go see a doctor just
in case it's some kind of ebola thing despite that being on the other side of the world.
So I'm a hypochondriac. Deal with it. It takes ten minutes to drive to the walk in clinic and I fill
out the paperwork in record time. For some reason the chemical smell of the waiting room eases
my nerves, something my mom always said was due to the feeling of being safe and getting help.
The very thought of my mother has me ready to burst Into tears. I miss her, but I find it strange
that I'm about to cry in a public space. This never happens. I always cry in private and hardly
over my parents. Maybe it's just the sickness.
I get called in very quickly and I greet the doctor happily as she asks me a series of questions.
"Allergies?"
"Pomegranates and pollen."
She nods and Jots it down.
"Any problems with latex?"
I shake my head and she puts on her gloves before ruffling through some cabinets.
"Are you sexually active?"
Just the once with Lucas lately, but maybe that will be more often now. Is she going to prescribe
me bi...
Bir...
...
...
"A small gasp leaves my mouth followed by a low moan, which has Lucas freezing above me not
a moment later.
I can feel his warmth pouring into me, soothing my tense muscles and making me sigh in
content."
I felt him come in me that day! He wasn't wearing a condom!
"Holy s**t! I'm pregnant!" I practically cry my news to the doctor who looks at me in surprise.
"Hey," she says trying to calm me down.
"Listen, we have to do a test before we know for sure. Okay? Let me just get some stuff. Lean
back and lift up your shirt."
I do as I'm told with tears rolling down my cheeks. I'm pregnant. I know it. It's just my luck.
The cold goo goes on and the doctor spreads it before smiling softly and nodding to the screen on
my left.
"You're right. It's this tiny dot. You're pregnant. Congradulations!"
I let out a sigh and close my eyes tightly. I'm pregnant. Whats it been? Eighteen days since I had
sex? What have I done? Lucas...
He's great honestly. Friend wise that is. I was never planning on marrying the guy. He's not my
type, but he's alright when it comes to s*x. Now we're going to to have a baby and I'll have to tell
him I'm thinking about abortions...
It's not for sure, but it's on the table. I don't know if I'm fit to be a mother and I certainly would
never let my kid go to a foster home or an orphanage. I know all to well the horrors that happen
there.
"You can come back in three weeks for a check-up, just to see if everything's still good. How's
the 4th?"
I nod blankly, taking the slip of paper with the date on it and thanking the doctor Before trudging
into my Audi.
I've got a bundle of molecules growing in me and if I don't do something about it, then it'll start
forming a heart and it'll start... Living.
Just wanting to seek the comfort of the man who offered it to me once before and now is the only
one can do it again, I make my way to the firehouse.
•••
I'm surprised the glass on the garage door doesn't break with how hard I'm pounding on it, but
that surprised feeling changes Into one of awkwardness as Trent opens the lift and greets me with
a huge smile.
"Hey, you're back"
I try to look past him, but only see Richard.
"Where's Lucas?"
Trent pauses for a moment before sighing.
"He's probably in the kitchen, but Annabelle- Annabelle!"
He calls after me as I dart around him and run to the kitchen where Lucas is stuffing his face
with craft macaroni.
"Hey," he says brightly through his food. Gross. It makes my sensitive stomach turn a bit, but I
ignore it and grab him, rushing him out to the parking lot for privacy.
"Hey! Belle! What's wrong? Why are we running?"
I stop behind one of the firetrucks and try to keep the panic out of my voice.
"I'm pregnant."
Lucas's face falls and he stutters for a moment.
"What?"
I raise a brow, not willing to repeat myself. Take it in sperm donor. Take it in.
"You sleep with someone else," he says trying to pin it on me.
I scoff and shove him lightly with an offended growl.
"I slept with you. It's yours!"
Lucas shakes his head and walks in a quick circle before crossing his arms and giving me a hard
look.
"You have to get an abortion."
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