A Mess Waiting To Happen || Cake [DISCONTINUED]

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Tirza's POV
"We've got a big problem, Clifford."

"That would be?"

"I'm pregnant. And it's yours."

"No. No it's not. I used protection, T. I can not be a father."

"Well, you're going to because I am not getting abortion."

"Well, I'm not raising it."

"Don't call our baby an it."

"Don't call it ours," and with that, he hung up.

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A few days after the call with Michael, I was up in my room watching YouTube videos. Just as I clicked on a video of Connor Franta, I felt a sudden pain in my abdomen. I stupidly decided to ignore and continue watching the video.

That is, until I suddenly felt the pain again. "Mum!" I had yelled out in pain.

"What is it, baby girl?" She hurriedly asked, her eyes filled with concern.

"It hurts," I whimper out.

"Where?" I pointed in the general direction. "Oh gosh. Okay, can you go to the bathroom and check for any blood?" I nod and do as told.

Fuck. There's blood. Maybe it's just spotting? That happens when you're pregnant, right?

Not this much.

"Mum, there's bleeding!" I hear her mumbled curses.

"Get in the car we're going to the hospital!"

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I had a miscarriage. My unborn child will never get a chance in life. What did I do wrong? How did this happen? Why did this happen? No matter how many times I think it, it doesn't process. I had a miscarriage.

"I had a miscarriage," I whisper, sniffling. I didn't realize that I actually wanted this baby until I lost it. I lost it. I call Michael so I can tell him the news.

"I'm not helping with that baby," he stated right off the bat.

"No need. I had a fucking miscarriage. You don't need to worry about child support or whatever the hell you were worried about. Because the baby is gone. You're probably ecstatic right now, right? You don't have to be a father anymore, but you know what? Think about what I have to go through? I had a dead baby in me, a baby that I thought I didn't want, but God, was I wrong. You probably don't even care. Whatever, go throw a fucking party." Once I finish my rant, I hang up on him.

I take three deep breath, count to 10 and cry. Damn did I cry. I cried and I cried until it felt as though I ran out of tear to cry.

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"I thought I'd never see him again and I certainly didn't expect that you were his friend. Even less did I think he'd ever talk to me, but he did. Three days after you tried introducing us. You know what he said? He apologized. He told me that he, too, realized that, hey, a baby wouldn't have been so bad. So, you know what Calum? He'll come around."

A/N: This the 3rd or 4th time I've had to write this chapter. I hate this chapter for that reason. It probably sucks as it's nearly 3 am as I'm writing this. But look, Michael isn't a complete asshole.

Do you think he'll come around?