Chapter Twenty-one - One thing after another

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TW: mentions of death, mentions of depression, mentions of mental health issues, mentions of abortion, mentions of trauma.


I sat at my desk at work as I tried to focus on the article that I was working on. But I couldn't focus on anything right now. I gulped harshly, the waves of nausea that were moving through my body getting worse as I tried to fight them back. I took a deep breath and took a sip of water in an attempt to stop the nausea, but no matter what I tried, it was only getting worse.

"Nope." I shook my head as I shot up from my desk, Robbie looking up at me as I rushed past his cubicle.

"Are you okay-."

"I'm going to throw up!" I called back, making his eyes widen as I ran into the women's bathroom. I rushed into one of the stalls and collapsed onto my knees, my hands fumbling to pull the seat up as I threw up into the bowl. I threw up again, my stomach twisting in anxiety as I wiped my mouth before sitting back on the floor with my back against the cubicle door. I gulped harshly, tears pricking my eyes as I got the worst feeling that I knew what this was. And it wasn't good.

"Y/N?" Robbie called out as the boy stuck his head around the door to make sure that I was the only one in the bathroom.

"You're okay, Robbie, it's just me." I sighed. He slipped into the bathroom and gave me a small smile as he walked towards me with a plastic cup of water.

"Here." He nodded as he handed it to me. I took a sip before spitting it into the bowl in an attempt to get the disgusting taste out of my mouth before I sat back against the wall.

"What caused you to be sick? Should we be worried about a stomach bug or something?" He gulped as he leant against the other wall.

"Should you be worried about some bug going around and getting everyone sick? No. Should you be worried about me? Abso-fucking-lutely." I scoffed and shook my head. Robbie's eyes widened slightly, his mouth falling open as he realised what I was saying.

"Holy shit...you're having sex with your new guy, yeah?" He checked. I nodded and bit my lip.

"And you guys use protection?" He checked.

"Every time, but obviously something went wrong. Maybe the condom broke or something. All I know is that I haven't been sick like this since kindergarten, and my period was meant to come three weeks ago. It still hasn't come." I shook my head. Robbie stared at me, his wide-hanging mouth telling me that he had no words.

"Holy fucking shit, dude. You have to tell Mr Jameson, he can't fire a pregnant woman." He scoffed, making me return it as I stood up and headed to the sinks.

"Robbie, stop, please." I mumbled as I splashed water onto my face.

"Why? This is your ticket to staying for at least another nine months-."

"No, it's not, Robbie, because I don't know what I'm doing yet, and I'm sure as shit not telling my misogynistic boss that I'm pregnant if I'm not going to be pregnant next month." I spat as I looked at him. His eyes widened slightly.

"O-oh...I'm sorry, I didn't realise that you were considering that as the first option." He spoke quietly. I sighed and looked down, tears pricking my eyes as I gripped the porcelain sink.

"I'm sorry, Robbie, sorry for snapping, you're only being a friend and I appreciate that. But, yeah. As much as I hate it, terminating the pregnancy is the only option that I have right now. I mean, come on, I'm not even twenty-two, I have a job where I could get fired at any second because of how much my boss hates me, I've been depressed since I saw my best friend get murdered, I...I can't have a baby. Not right now." I choked and shook my head. Robbie sighed and gently put his hand on my back.

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