2 Lines // Calum Hood

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"Cass, are you okay in there?" Yasmin yells, banging on the bathroom door loudly.

"I'm fine," i managed to choke out, holding onto the toilet bowl for my dear life. 

My stomach was all washed out, sweats are breaking down my face, my hands are shaking and all i can feel like food from the past week coming out. 

I've been feeling like this for the last 5 months. Feeling like a loser, and a sad mon. All i have been doing is moping and puking. My daily routine.

I wash my pale face and open the lock door to Yaz's worried face. 

"Cass, i think you need a pregnancy test," she said slowly as if i was going to throw a fit and deny everything but I was calm or exhasted from the constant puking. I thought about it and it could be possible. My period did not come on time. For fuck sakes, life is just not on my side this year. 

"Can you get me one, i can barely walk," i exasperate as i lied on the couch, massaging my temple. 

"I'll be back."

-

2 minutes. After that 2 minutes, my life could change forever. I kept pacing back and forth breathing heavily. 2 minutes felt like 2 years. 

"Cass, its time." 

I stare at Yasmin and walk towards the stick. Halfway and i completely stop. It felt like i forgot how to walk. I start to hysterically cry out of no where.

"I c-can't do t-this," I whimper.

Yasmin looks at me dolefully and picks up the stick instead of me.

Her face soon drain all the emotions out and it was just all pale and stressed. She holds the infront of my face. 

"2 lines?" 

"Cassia, you're pregnant." 

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"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, SHIT!" I yell. "I'm only 23, i have a fucking life a head of me and now i'm not because theres a fetus growing inside me and the father is off fucking whores, i think i'm going to faint." 

"Cass, calm down, you can do this. I'll be with you every step of the way. You got this," Yasmin said sympathetically. 

"No i fucking can't, Yasmin. Thank you for everything but I can't. i can't just raise a child when i can barely handle myself. Who will provide for it, i don't have the money, well shit, i can't even provide for myself. I did just get fired. Oh and how am I going to raise my child? My parents are fuck ups, so do i just abandon and hit it everyday? What even is the first rule of parenting? I don't have a partner who can mess up with me and be the father and i can't be a successful lawyer like i always wanted to be. I can't i just simply can't," 

"i need some air ," i sigh, grab my bag and stormed out. There was just too much emotion in me and it might also be because of the hormones but i was furious and desolated.

Might be why I'm out in the freezing February air at 3 am. 

I didn't know what got into me but as soon as i step out from the apartment, i immediately hail a cab to calum's. Took about 5 mins to get there. I went up the elevator and towards his 39th, grand apartment. I was knocking and banging the door from the pure rage built up inside me. He was the one who did this. I kept on yelling, hitting everything on his door until the door opens, revealing a topless, sleepless calum. 

"what the fuck, you psychotic bitch!" That sentence just made it all even worst. Flames is practically flaring out my nostril and ears. Next thing i knew my right palm was throbbing and calum was yelping and clutching his left cheek in pain. 

Vexation turn to dejection and all the hormones starts to kick in my make me cry.

"You ruined me, you fucker. You ruin my life. I hate you, i hate you, i hate you." I hit his chest with all my might as tears trailed down my cheek. 

I realized how pathetic i look knocking on a guys door at 3 am ranting at them and i just ran to where the lift was. I just want all my pain to end. I heard calum run after me. I kept pressing the close button but it was too slow. Calum managed to sneak through the closing doors. 

"What was that about," he pants. 

He sighs when i don't reply. 

"You know it's not my fault," 

"It's not your fault? Excuse me did you just say that its not your fault? You do not get to fucking say that. It is all your fucking fault you asshole. I'm so mad at myself for even- i just, no. I hate you, i should have never stayed. The part that hurts the most is you ruin everything for me. You told me you love me and u manage to make me love you back and you throw me away like a rubbish. Why? You're my first and last love, calum, i hope you're fucking happy." 

"I did not ruin everything for you, cassia, i gave your life purpose and adventure. You should thank me otherwise you wouldn't have experience heart break or unbelievably good sex," he smirks. 

The lift comes to a stop and i did not have any energy left to defend myself. 

"Bye calum, I hope you have a great fucking life," 

I walk across the street to the other side but before i could reach, i saw a bus coming towards my way and instead of moving i was paralyzed. I physically can't but inside me something told me i'm much better of dead.

The light blinded me and next thing i knew i was thrown to the other side of the road and blackness overcame. 

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