It All Started With A One Night Stand

I can't be-

After and Eddie and my first date, Eddie promised to never leave me. I doubt him, but I just nodded and kissed him. Well, things have been going good until now. Monday morning and I'm puking my guts out. I hate when I'm sick. I'm stuck on the floor of the bathroom for a week when I'm sick. But this is a different type of sick. Even when I'm not throwing up, I feel nauseous. Oh no no no no no. F*CK. No! 4 weeks of dating and I already need to tell him?! I should probably explain this. After getting drunk at 17, I hooked up with some guy (don't ask me his name, I don't remember) and found out that I can get pregnant. I did actually get pregnant and had to get an abortion. (A/U Hate on me if you, but chances are if you're reading this, you aren't a strong Christian.) That is the one secret I've never told anyone. Well, the reason people ran away was because I told them I could get pregnant. Everyone thought I was a monster from society, and left. They just don't know the whole story. I haven't been on birth control due to the fact of me being single for so long. When Eddie and I first hooked up, it was a miracle that I didn't get pregnant since drunk me and seduced Eddie didn't think to use a condom. Now, after hooking up the last time, with using a condom, I'm probably pregnant. This day shouldn't have come so soon. I should probably make sure that I am before I tell him. After the vomiting ceases, I get up and wash my face. I quickly put on a sweatshirt and beanie I told from Eddie. I leave my apartment and walk to the nearest convenience store. I grab a pregnancy test and walk to the counter.

"Girlfriend?" The clerk asks. I nod, not wanting to tell the truth. "Good luck." 

"Thanks," I say and take the pregnancy test and shove it in my sweatshirt pocket. Walking the 20 minutes back home, I'm tired and my feet are sore. Another bad sign. I remember when I was pregnant the first time. At first they didn't believe me. But when I showed them the positive pregnancy test and the doctor's note, they did. My father was so angry at me. My mother was just disappointed. After having the abortion, they never looked at me the same. Sure they already knew I was gay, and had no problem with that, but the fact that I could get pregnant probably made them think they failed as parents. I go to the bathroom, and pee on the stick. I set it on the counter and take out my phone. I call Narrator, the first person I think of who could help me with this. 

"Hello?" Narrator asks into the phone.

"If I told you something that shouldn't be real would you hate me?" I ask quickly.

"Juicy? Slow down. Say that again," Narrator says.

"If I told you something that's just plain wrong, would you hate me?" I ask again.

"No? Why are you asking me this?" Narrator asks.

"Well, the thing is that ..." I start but get cut off when a tea kettle screeches in the background.

"Sorry I have to get that," Narrator says and sets down the phone. He clearly just woke up due to the tea and being real out of it. I sit on the closed toilet, waiting for him to come back. I look down at the pregnancy test, and only one line shown back at me. I had to refrain from jumping up and down in joy. I hang up on Narrator, not needing his help anymore. The nauseous feeling has gone away, but now I feel as though I need to throw up again. Quickly, I open the toilet seat and spill my guts out. It's probably just normal sickness. Thank God. I couldn't tell Eddie just yet.

"I'm not pregnant!" I shout, joy filling my veins. Then I hear a knock on the door and my blood runs cold.

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