Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 32934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
And it was because of her.
She was my peace. My home. And I was never letting her go.
11
Elizabeth
Can’t wait to see you later, baby.
I swallowed thickly at his message, my eyes flickering to the positive pregnancy test sitting on my bathroom counter. My period was late, but I was hoping it was just an emotional thing and it would show up. Yet, days and days passed with no sign of my period.
Then I got sick this morning, and I couldn’t ignore the signs any longer. I had to take a stupid test, and it confirmed all of my fears.
I was pregnant. Drake was going to be a father.
My hands began to shake, tears burning in my eyes. How in the hell was I supposed to do this? God, what if my parents found out?
Nausea burned in my throat at the mere thought of them finding out I was pregnant.
The front door opened, and I almost dropped my phone in fear. Stepping out of my room, my heart knocked around hard in my chest at the sight of my parents. I’d forgotten they were coming home. Their business trip was over. I knew they would leave again soon, but shit—I wasn’t prepared to deal with them, too, on top of what I was currently dealing with.
I had to figure out how to tell Drake he was going to be a dad. I had to figure out what I was going to do now. I had to come up with plans in case I ended up being a single mom. And them being home on top of all of the stress currently—and suddenly—piled upon my shoulders… I couldn’t deal with it.
But none of this was about me anymore. Now, it was all about my baby, and every decision I made from here on out had to be with him or her in mind. The thought of being responsible for another human being almost dropped me to my knees.
“Move. I need to get in the bathroom,” Mom said, heading toward me.
Oh, no.
Oh, God, no. Please.
“Um, I wasn’t—”
She shoved past me and then stopped right in the doorway, her eyes landing on the counter. On the positive pregnancy test.
I squeezed my eyes shut, vomit quickly rising in my throat. I managed to swallow it—just barely. Getting sick right then wouldn’t help anything. It would just make everything worse.
She turned to look at me, anger simmering in her eyes. My hands shook, my skin turning clammy. “What the fuck is this, Elizabeth?” she demanded, snatching up the test and waving it in my face, almost smacking me with it. I took a step back.
Tears glittered in my eyes. I couldn’t force my mouth to open and say anything. Besides, what the fuck could I say? The answer was plain as day in her hand, and there was no one else in this house it could possibly belong to.
“Is that a pregnancy test?” Dad demanded, storming over. He gripped my arm and wrenched me around to face him. I screeched in pain, his nails biting into my arm and drawing blood. “You little whore!” he yelled, his spit hitting my face. Tears slid down my cheeks. His fingers tightened even more, his blunt nails digging further into my skin. “Are you fucking pregnant?” he roared at me.
I sobbed, fear making my heart knock painfully against my breastbone. He shoved me against the wall, releasing me. “Get in your fucking room until I figure out a way to deal with this.”
I rushed into my room and shut my door before sliding down it, sobbing into my hands. I could barely breathe.
What in the hell was I going to do? They knew, and I wasn’t sure if I could stop them from doing something to me that I didn’t want.
My parents took my phone five minutes after I got in my room, and immediately, I had sorely regretted not texting Drake to let him know what was going on. It wouldn’t be the way to break the news of our baby to him, but what choice did I have? I should have texted him. He deserved to know.
And not even then minutes after that, Dad had dragged me out of the house and slung me into his car, making me knock my head on the roof. I silently cried all the way to wherever he was taking me, and when I saw the sign out front of the building he parked in front of, I wanted to scream. But fear lodged all noise and protest into my throat.
Dad gripped my arm and wrenched me from the car at the abortion clinic. How he found one open on a Saturday, I had no idea. But he had, and here we were. My choices were about to be stripped from me, and I couldn’t stop crying. I was a fucking mess.