Freak Like Me - Katya Zamo

Part Sixteen: Unexpected

The question you had been avoiding the most now echoed in your head. You just hoped this was all a nightmare, and not even your break had happened. That you'd wake up the next day, texting him normally, come over later, probably hook up and then sleep peacefully next to him. You looked at him, he went through a whole range of emotions, his bright eyes seemed darker somehow, filled with panic and worry. You leaned against the wall, unsuccessfully trying to process the fact that Brian had found out about your supposed pregnancy. You started feeling your throat tightening up again.

"I'm not-" You were cut off by your own realisation, once again puking, only this time there wasn't anything left inside you besides water basically. You took gasping breaths, you didn't know how much more of this you could take, emotionally and physically. You would normally come to Brian for comfort but at the moment, he was the last person you wanted to see. However, you knew you needed the help, you weren't even capable of standing up and taking a look at the tests with your own eyes, the headache was much better, your stomach was still hurting, but then, of course it was, you had barely eaten this week.

"I need food, I'm one step away from passing out"

You started to stand on your legs but failed, Brian took your hands carefully, slowly pushing you up but still holding you just in case. You laid eyes on the tests but went limp again, only feeling a tight grip on your torso before it all went dark.

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Brian's POV

"(Y/N)!" He shook you, sweat dripping down his body, he was freaking out. You didn't respond, looking deep in sleep and even then, your expression still held worry. Brian carried you to your bed, laying you carefully and waiting for you to come back from it. He looked at you, petrified. He then remembered that the tests for sure had finished processing now. Back in the bathroom, he didn't even look at the results, the shock of seeing the tests was already enough for him. Sighing, he went back there, taking one of them in hand.

Two coloured bands appeared, he grabbed the instructions... positive, fuck.

He took another one, still hopeful that it was an error. Only one coloured band... negative? He sighed, shakily grabbing the last one, time for the truth.

Two coloured bands appeared, only this time the second one was incredibly faded, he didn't even know if it was there or if it was a reflex of the other. He decided that it was safer to assume it was positive.

Brian went back to your room to check on you, but you hadn't moved a finger. He assumed it'd take a while, not only were you exhausted from all the vomiting, he knew this was much heavier on you than on him. Sliding open the glass door of your patio, feeling a chill breeze, the sky full of stars as he looked up, almost as if he was searching for help. Sitting down in one of the patio chairs, he pulled a cigarette and brought it to his lips, finding a second of peace before his focus came back to the moment. He needed to think things through but he wasn't able to do it alone now, so he called the only person who would be able to help him. The phone rang two times before Trixie picked up, Brian thought it was a little unusual for him to pick up so quickly.

"Do you guys think I'm a telemarketer or something?" Trixie joked but there wasn't room for that now. Brian didn't answer, the other line was silent. "Brian?"

"Did you know?"

"Know what?" Trixie was growing concerned now.

"-That she's pregnant" Brian answered, taking another drag of his cigarette.

"Oh shit. Holy fuck, Brian" By his tone, Trixie knew this wasn't another one of their jokes.