23 | the truth

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"It's positive" I say dropping the two lined pregnancy test on the cold tiled floor below me

"Surely it's a false positive right? Take another one surely" miles says with a shocked expression on his face

"Miles, it's positive ok, it's fucking positive. What am I gonna do" I say tearing up

"Hey, hey it's gonna be ok, we're gonna get through this" miles says caressing me

I stood there in disbelief thinking about it there is no way that I could be a mother at this age I can barely take care of myself at this point. That's when I thought. I have to abort this child I cannot do this I'm not fit enough to be a mother.

"I'm not doing this miles I ca-" that's when I got interrupted, miles phone rang. He looks at me with an apologetic face and picks up the phone.

"Now isn't a good time" he says with a now more worried look expressed on his face

"Who is it?" I ask

Miles leaves the room ignoring me. He goes into my bedroom and closes the door behind him. who could it be? who is more important in this moment of time for miles to actually answer his phone. I stand at my bedroom door. And listen in.

"Rebecca I cant do this right now, seriously. Call me back later ok. Maybe when y/n is asleep. I dunno just not right now." He says

REBECCA. ARE YOU JOKING? I was fuming. My blood boiled. My fists turned in to balls. I could feel my nails digging into my palms.
I flew the door open. As miles hung up the phone.

"Are you serious right now miles. What was so important that you had to answer the phone at a serious moment like that?" I say pretending like I didn't know who it was that he was talking to.

"Look ok I'm sorry y/n, I shouldn't have answered." He says looking guilty as ever.

"Who was it?" I ask

"Just one of the boys, they're having a little get together tonight. I'll see you later yeah?" Miles says walking downstairs.

Are you joking. I had just shown him a positive pregnancy test, he answers his phone, goes into another room and then tells me he has to leave. who the hell does that? then something hits me. after the party I had drank so much I became drunk. could I still be pregnant or did the alcohol get rid of it? I had to tell someone else about this. I have to call Alice.

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