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- { 𝐱𝐢𝐯. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 }
THREE DAYS LATER... 9 PM
Coldness enveloped my entire body as I stared down at the little stick in my hand. "Oh no...fuck." I murmured, shutting my eyes tightly, feeling myself starting to panic. Tears stung my eyes as I opened my eyes once more and felt the world crashing down.
It was positive.
I slowly slid down the bathroom door, tears finally falling down my cheeks. Why was I so irresponsible? "God..." I murmured, as it sank in. I was pregnant. Pregnant. I had a tiny little human being growing inside me. And I found out at the worst time.
What would I tell Mom? My dads? Friends and the rest of my family? What should I tell Mister Jeon.
"Fuck!" I cried loudly, the pregnancy test falling out of my hands. It hit the ground with a resounding thump. Fisting my hair tightly in my hands, I sobbed. "No..."
I cried, sobbed until I had no tears left to shed. Sniffling and laying down on the bathroom floor; I searched for a solution. What could I do? What is the right thing to do?
"I feel so lost." I want my mom. I want Mister Jeon.
Would he be mad? Would he hate me? Would he hate our baby? Should I tell him? If I told him, would he be happy?
While I continued to lay there, my hand unconsciously placed itself on my stomach. Biting harshly on my lips, I pulled my hand away—eyes still staring where my hand had been. I stood up on my feet and doused my face in cold water, to relieve the swollenness of my eyes before leaving the room, intent on calling Dee.
She always had the best advice.
Feeling my emotions swell as I held the phone to my ear, waiting for her to pick up—I swallowed and forced myself to be calm until I finished this call. There was no need to worry her more.
