Torturer To Remedy (Short Story)

Intuition |Chapter 7|

{Vivian Green~ Emotional Rollercoaster}

FAITH'S POV🦋

I hunched over the toilet puking out last night's dinner. I had been throwing up for weeks now. At first I thought maybe I just had a stomach bug but even if I did, it should've been gone by now. A few days ago I'd started bleeding and I thought I'd had my period but it was actually pretty light so I don't know what that was.

My body had been feeling really strange lately. Certain smells irritated me making me nauseous, my breasts felt like barbells, I was eating like I belonged on My 600-Lb Life, and my emotions were all over the place.

The scariest thought had reoccurred to me today...but that couldn't be right, right? It wasn't possible, I mean it is possible but it shouldn't be. There was absolutely no way.

I could be pregnant.

That alone sent chills through my body. The only way to be certain of what my intuition was telling me, was to take a pregnancy test.

I didn't want to.

I didn't want it to come back reading something that I didn't want to see. That I didn't want to know....to be pregnant, especially knowing who the father is. I'm young, with a full life ahead of me. I just graduated from high school, I'm supposed to be attending college this fall...having a baby would throw an entire wrench in my plans.

I slowly rose from my spot near the toilet and moved for the sink to rinse my mouth and brush my teeth. After doing so, I threw my hair in a ponytail and threw some clothes on. I went to Gen's room to get her up and dressed before grabbing some leftover money I had stashed away. I ended up catching a cab to a CVS near my home and purchased four pregnancy test.

I didn't care how anyone else did it, but I needed to be absolutely sure that I either was, or was not.

We went home afterwards. I tried to procrastinate and also had a mini panic attack before taking it but I soon found myself in my bathroom peeing in a plastic cup to dip all of these sticks in.

Then there was the agonizing wait.

Why did it have to be so long? I didn't know.

And in all truth, it probably wasn't that long, but it felt that way and I dreaded the moment I had to set my sights on those instruments of doom. This could be the beginning of the end for me. What would my life look like after this? When my 5 minutes had finally passed away, I stood on shaking legs and headed for the bathroom.

My heart thumped so hard in my chest I thought it was going to fall out.

I glanced at myself in the mirror before looking down.

My eyes grew watery and I felt like dying. This had to be some sort of nightmare, one of the worst moments of my life.

All the tests had read positive. Every. Last. One of them.

I was pregnant; and with my father's baby.

I can't get an abortion. I would need parental consent, they would notify him and lord only knows what he would do.

I would never be free of him, I would always have a reminder of what he did to me—No, I wasn't keeping this baby.....there had to be a way. Maybe I could get an abortion, just ask them not to tell him....but I don't have money for an abortion....It didn't matter, I was going to find a way. There was no way I was keeping this child. Maybe if I told him he'd give me the money for an abortion, maybe he didn't want a baby either; it would surely interfere with him having his way with me. I don't care what I had to do, I was not having this baby.