Afraid

Chapter 35

Leah's POV:

I was sitting on the couch watching tv when my phone which was beside me started to ring. I picked up and looked at the screen, to see that it was Natasha calling.

I placed my phone back down next to me and ignored it. After all Natasha had said to me I wasn't going to pick up and talk to her. I wasn't ready yet.

The ringing finally stopped but started again a couple of seconds later. I rolled my eyes and ignored it once again.

What did she want?

She called a third time and this time I knew it was important otherwise she wouldn't have called so many times. I pressed answer and held the phone to my ear.

"What Natasha?" I tried not to sound rude but I couldn't help myself.

"Look I know we're not talking but I really need to tell you something, it's important," she said, sounding flustered.

"What is it?" I asked, feeling a mixture of worry and curiosity.

"I'm at the doctors with Aubrey and oh my gosh I saw Florence she-"

"Woah slow down," I interrupted. She was talking really fast.

"I was just at the doctors with Aubrey and I saw Florence with a girl and then all of a sudden she just bursts into tears-"

"Why?" I asked, not realising I had interrupted her once again.

"Wait just let me finish," she said. "She busts into tears and starts rubbing her stomach."

"Rubbing her stomach? Why? Is she sick?" My eyebrows scrunched up.

"No Leah. I- I think she's pregnant."

My stomach dropped and my eyes widened at what Natasha had just told me.

"What?" I asked, in disbelief.

"I'm not a hundred percent sure but it just seemed like it and I just thought you should know."

"Oh my gosh," I was still shocked and was trying to let it sink in that Florence who I had known for so long and used to be my bestfriend was now pregnant.

"I know. I can't believe it," Natasha said.

"But what if she's not. What if she just has a stomach bug or something," I suggested. It couldn't be true. How could she be pregnant? She was only 17, it would ruin her whole life.

"Leah it has so be. She was crying and rubbing her stomach. She wouldn't be crying if she just had a stomach bug."

Suddenly something popped into my mind. A couple of weeks ago I had seen Florence run into the bathroom and throw up twice. I gasped, at the realisation.

"What? What's wrong?" Natasha asked eagerly.

"Natasha oh my god! She is pregnant! I saw her like two weeks ago throw up in the bathroom twice. I just thought she was sick but it was obviously cause she's pregnant!"

"I knew it!"

"What are we gonna do. Should we talk to her? She is probably so upset right now, I can't imagine what she's going through. She's only 17 and she's pregnant, can you believe it? She has to tell her parents and the father- oh my god who's the father?" I asked, still shocked.

"I don't know, I didn't even think about that. I really think we should talk to her. She needs some friends with what she's going through. I know you and her have some... differences but we should be there for her and help her out."