AMELIA
It's past eleven at night, and Jake is calling me multiple times. I'm guessing he saw my location, where I made a fuss until I got to see a gynecologist without an appointment. I anxiously asked the nurses to speed up the tests. My fingers are shaking, waiting at the gynecologist's office for the results.
"When was your last sexually transmitted infection screening?" The older woman with braids asks me while I lay on the test bench, experiencing the utmost disgrace of my life because of that pisser with a hole in his ribs.
"This is my first time."
"Have you used any form of contraception, and if so, which methods?"
"No." I shake my head, nibbling on my bottom lip to stop myself from blushing, but of course, I must look as embarrassed as I feel inside.
"How often have you engag
