It takes Tate a minute to come out, but when she does she hops on the back and we coast back to her house. I prop Molly back up and give her a little love tap before we head back up to her room. She closes herself in the bathroom with that I could only imagine she's about to blow the fuck up.
I lay on her bed, dangling my head off the side and watched the bathroom door anxiously for her to come out. So maybe, hopefully we can pick up where we left off.
I still there for a good couple minutes just listening to the bathroom fan and the wind blowing the trees outside.
"I didn't know if you drank it, it would work automatically." I yell to her.
"It doesn't!" She yells back.
"Oh so your just waiting it out on the toilet? Can I at least get my chips before your shit particles seep through the bag!" I say rolling around and sitting up on the bed.
She doesn't answer me.
I walk over to the bathroom door and give it two light knocks with my knuckle.
"Tate."
Still no answer.
"It's not gonna work this time." I say smushing my lips into the slit of the door.
"Tatuuuuummmmm." I hum into the crack trying to annoy her out.
But it sounded as if she was crying.
I turn the knob lightly and the door opens letting out a squeak. I see Tatum on the floor next to the toilet, her face was flushed and she was gripping her hair with both fists and tears streaming down her face.
I rush over and take her hands down, I see she's left nail marks in the palms of her hands.
My heart sinks and makes a pit in my chest.
She tries spitting out words to me but she couldn't help but choke on her tears and saliva.
I move the stands of hair that rapped around her face out the way and I stare into her eyes.
She wriggled around trying to avoid eye contact but I try my best to keep her steady.
"Talk to me." I plead to her.
She shakes her head and buries her face into my chest.
"You can't hate me ok?" She says pulling away and wiping her nose on her sleeve.
"Okay.."
She bites her lip anxiously and her eyes glaze over.
She points at the counter and covers her mouth.
I stand up and look down.
There's a pink little dispenser thing, a tampon maybe?
But then I see the box in the sink.
I'm confused.
Then I quickly turn to look at Tatum.
She waved her hands in the air as tears pool in her eyes.
"I'm pregnant." She says letting out a nervous laugh.
"Shit."
