Runaway - A DEVIL'S NIGHT FANFICTION (PTBR + ENG)

Chapter 31 - Nini

Trigger warning:This chapter contains scenes of sexual harassment. At the slightest sign of discomfort while reading, please discontinue, take a deep breath and only return if or when you feel comfortable doing so.

Nowadays...

I was fucked.

Ivarsen had left me at home two hours ago, but his desperation was getting on my nerves and I realized that I wouldn't be able to spend the rest of the day with him.

To prevent this from happening, I put on my uniform, but prepared my backpack with other clothes and a coat, accepting Will's ride to school and when I got there, I told Mads that I needed to go to Meridian to buy something for Devil's Night. And as these celebrations were treated with importance in this town, he didn't ask too many questions, lending me his car, which I drove for a while without really knowing where I was going.

I hadn't driven for over a month and I missed it, but at that moment I could hardly enjoy the feeling as my thoughts were all scrambled.

I was pregnant. Fucking pregnant! What were the chances? And just like that? I lowered the car windows and let the wind hit me. I had parked a few minutes ago and was standing on the roadside on a street in Meridian that I had no idea what it was.

Before I even left Thunder Bay, my first call was to the nearest family planning clinic, which I found out was in New York and asked for an explanation of the process. The kind and patient attendant assured me that everything would be done quickly and safely, and that although I didn't need the consent of a relative or guardian, I did need to bring someone with me when I went there for the procedure.

The abortion.

But before she could give me an appointment, I made an excuse, thanked her for her service and hung up, because I had promised Ivarsen that I would include him in my plans. And before I ended the call, the operator made it clear how long I had to decide whether or not to have the abortion and, in a way, this put my mind at ease, because it wasn't something I had to decide immediately.

Everything was moving at lightning speed and in a matter of months, I went from being a student at a boarding school in France, training in Olympic gymnastics with no ambition to compete, to the worst kind of teenage cliché: the cheerleader pregnant by the captain of the basketball team who is in denial and doesn't want to tell her parents.

I snort in disbelief at the thought. Parents. I didn't have those anymore. And now I'd completely screwed up the opportunity to be part of a functional family.

What would my aunt say if she found out? She had let me live in her house, she was being nice and including me in her life and the life of her family, but I was sure it wasn't in her plans for her teenage niece to include anyone else in her routine.

So it was clear, I should do the procedure, right? And exhaling sharply, I hear my cell phone ring once more, seeing the screen light up with another round of messages from Ivarsen:

Can you please answer me?

I'm worried and I don't want you to do anything stupid because you think you're alone.

We're in this together.

I promise.

Please believe me.

I look up at the roof of the car and clutch my cell phone in my hands, but I decide to answer it before he and Mads come after me.

I'm fine, I didn't do anything stupid. I just need some time. I'll see you tonight.

I press send and turn off the message notifications, starting to research and read various articles, making notes and saving important information.

However, when the excess of information makes me even more nervous, I close all the tabs and start a new search, looking for a gym or studio and feeling the need to exercise to exhaustion.