APART (S.M)

Part 33

molly pov

"i think we need a break" his eyes shifted to the floor. I let go off his hands and took a step back out of anger. 

"no, no, no" i stuttered as i felt the tears well in my eye's "we don't, we can figure this out, i love you" i was shaking and the tears were now falling down my face. Shawn still hasn't looked at me.

"i'v bought you tickets back home, and when i am clear headed and know what i want to do, i'll fly you back out here" He turned around and walked out the door. leaving me sobbing on the floor. 

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present day

I lay bundled up under a dirty duvet, eyes red and puffy, hair unwashed in a messy bun and the curtains closed. It feel's like its been months, just lying in my bed, away from the world. It's only been 8 days. 8 days without Shawn, after practically living on top of each other for month's has been torture. He left me, pregnant and alone. I haven't eaten since i got back, no one over here knows i'm pregnant, i also haven't showered which is disgusting but i don't have any motivation to do anything. I have run out of tears. My Phone has been dead for at least 2 day's, why bother charging it when Shawn isn't calling. The girls in the flat have been in and out of the room checking on me but i cant be bothered talking about the situation, sam has visited, basically to tell me he told me so, which led to me chucking my shoe at him and telling him to fuck off. 

But i can not sit around any longer and mope, i have to try and at least live my life until Shawn is ready. i roll over and plug my phone into the charger, when it turns on it pings like crazy, but nothing from Shawn. I sit up in the bed and do a massive stretch, i then get up and walk over to the mirror and look at my stomach, it hasn't grown but then again it hasn't been very long, but i actually kind of look smaller. As i turn around to walk away from the mirror, a stain catches my eye, i walk back to the mirror and look at the back of my pyjama shorts... a massive red stain. i straight away start hyperventilating, this cannot be good.

I run back over to the bed and pull back the duvet and the sheet on top of the mattress is covered in blood. 

"FUCK" i screamed as i chucked the duvet back down. "FUCK FUCK FUCK" i screamed even louder that my voice started to scratch. Lucy barged open the door, rubbing her eyes as if she had just woken up. 

"so she speaks"..."but why are we screaming?" Lucy said as she walked closer to me. 

"iv had a miscarriage or something" i was basically panting trying to catch my breath.

"what? you were pregnant?" Lucy asked wide eyed, clearly pissed i didn't tell her. 

"yes, i'm sorry I didn't tell you but i need to go to the doctor" 

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"so you fortunately didn't have a miscarriage" the doctor half smiled which only led me to believe something else was wrong.. 

"ok spit out the bad news" i sighed 

"this baby will kill you Molly" she awkwardly shifted. 

"what do you mean?" i whispered in shock. 

"you will make it to delivery but your body isn't strong enough to be able to survive it, so i'm sorry to say this love, but it's either you or your baby" 

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"have you called Shawn?" lucy ask's while she drives us back to our flat

"yeah 3 times but no awnser".

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Author note

sorry for the long wait and the pretty shitty update, went travelling for a month then me and my boyfriend of 2 years broke up. next chapter will be better i promise.