Chapter 12: Rip off the Band-Aid

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I sat in the bathroom staring at my bag lying on the other side of the room. I didn't bother to wipe my tears so I let them dry on my face, leaving it puffy. I heard my phone buzz a few times but I didn't bother grabbing my phone. I put my head back against the door to stare at the ceiling. I knew I had to get up but I had no strength nor motivation. I cried enough tears that it wore me out.  I shook my head in disbelief. Everything happened so fast that I couldn't process anything. Julia had told Hunter, but why? Did she even tell him about the bathroom incident? My eyes shot back to my bag. The test.

I gulped and reached for my bag and pulled it closer. I took the box out and stared at it for 5 minutes. I felt too weak to take this test and didn't think I had it in me to see the outcome. I squeezed my eyes shut and took a deep breath before shoving the test into my bag and finally stood up and walked out of the bathroom.

On the way off campus, I texted Nikki and asked her to meet me. If I took this test, it had to be now. The band-aid has been ripped halfway so I needed to finish ripping it off. Once I got to my building, I aggressively typed in the code to get in and swung the door open, and ran into the elevator. As soon as I got to my apartment, I swung my front door open and ran into my bathroom, and locked the door. I reached for my phone to see if Nikki replied.

On my way. I sighed and took the test out of my bag. I took one good look at it again to reason with myself and make sure this was what I needed to do.

There was no way back now.

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A few minutes later, I get a knock on the door. Finally. I let myself out of the bathroom to open the front door. Expecting Nikki, I swung the door open and my face fell. I found Alex standing in the hallway. I gulped lightly. He nodded his head once and I saw him holding a test. I look back up at him confused.

"Are you pregnant?" he asked dryly. My mouth trembled and he sighed exaggeratedly.

"Yes or no Lia?" he raised his voice which made me wince. I wanted to curl up in a ball and cry for an eternity but I was not doing that in front of him. I stood up straight and looked him in the eye.

"I don't know." I tried saying with a stern voice. He shakes his head and holds the test in front of me. It was the same one I had bought for myself. I backed up and he moved in sync closer to me.

"I'm not playing around. Take this test. I need to make sure you're not." I swallowed the lump in my throat. He was treating me like I wanted this to happen. Months ago, he was kind and sweet to me. All of that changed and I didn't know why. I wanted to know why.

"Why are you acting like this?" I said annoyed. "I mean really. I've done nothing wrong.."

"What we did was a mistake." He said quickly. I dug my nails into my palms.

"I know. But why are you acting like I was the only one who did something wrong? You made the decision-" he cut me off and raised his voice loud enough I was sure the doorman heard him from the lobby.

"Just take the damn test!" I scoffed and snatched the test out of hands and tried to close the door on him, but he pushed the door open and said,

"No. I am waiting here to see the results." I went into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. I hated how he was treating me. I ripped the test out and contemplated what to do.

I came out of the bathroom and found him sitting in the living room. I hand him the tests in the box. I gulped as he opened the box and revealed the results on the sticks.

He sighed in relief and said "One line. You're not pregnant." I nod lightly. He put the two tests back in the box, took them with him, and let himself out. As soon as he closed my front door, I closed my eyes and let out a sigh. I locked the front door and went back to the bathroom and put my hands, one on each side of the sink, and looked in the mirror and back down to the sink where my pregnancy tests lied reading the real results.

2 pink lines. Positive.

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