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•MISCARRIAGE // BOBBY•

Your Pov (you're 19)

It was never supposed to happen like this.

I had a plan for my life, I was supposed to graduate, get a job, then focus on my love life, But some plans change, and unfortunately it's not up to me.

Bobby and I had known each other since we started high school, but I can honestly say that I trust that boy with my life. He's been there with me through thick and thin, so I genuinely believe that I got incredibly lucky to have met him.

We were now both freshly graduated, and ready to start our adult lives, but not before we partied our faces off. The night of graduation, Bobby and I were invited to a party hosted by one of the girls that was in my home room. It was a shock to be asked to come, but it was probably the last time who would see most of these people, so why not make the most of it.

The night started slowly, with Bobby handing me a new solo cup every few hours, the night seemed to become more fun as I drank more.

I was on my 6th cup of the mixture that He gave me, and at that point, I could barely see straight.

All I remember from that night, is being taken to a room that was upstairs, and then I was out of breath.

I woke up in the morning, alone in the room of the girl who hosted the party. I had somehow taken off my dress, and thrown it across the room. I got up quickly and made my way back home, before messaging Bobby to make sure that he's okay.

~~~~~a week after the party~~~~~

I still haven't gotten a response from Bobby.

When I woke up alone, I felt like I had been abandoned for someone else, which is okay, but not when he's been ignoring me for a whole week. Bobby is my best friend, and I love him more then anything, so if he just gave me a heads up, I would be fine, but he's completely left me in the dark.

It was a couple days after I gave up on trying to contact Bobby, when the nausea started. At first I thought I had some kind of food poisoning, and would get over it in a few days, but it seemed to never stop. Eventually I had begged my mom to take me to the doctor, just to make sure that everything was okay. Unfortunately they didn't seem to have the answers straight away, so they took a few vials of blood to send off for testing, and said that they would have an answer for me within the next few days.

I spent my time in my room, mostly because I was scared that my diagnosis would be terminal, but I also had nowhere to go now that Bobby is MIA.

It was a Friday afternoon when I heard a knock on my bedroom door, thinking it was one of my parents, I yelled for them to enter. Soon enough I realized that it was definitely not one of my parents, but instead it was Bobby. Instantly I get up and run toward him, engulfing him in a hug. When reality hits me, I pull away from him, and thump him on the head.

"Why didn't you answer any of my texts." I shout at him. He looks down at his feet, avoiding actually answering the question.

"How can you stand there and pretend like it never happened?" He says, just above a whisper.

"What?" I ask him, confused over his shy and embarrassed demeanor.

"I'm talking about what happened at the party." He says with a slight growl in his voice.

"I don't really remember specifically what happened, but yeah it was a good party, left me with a nasty hangover the next day though." I laugh slightly, trying to avoid a fight.

"Oh my god." He gasps, "you really don't remember, do you."

"Is there something that I was supposed to remember?" he laughs anxiously.