One Shots SJ & EO x daugther

34 - Teen - EO

Lucy is 16 | Lizziexdaughter

Request by: HarrperandPepper

1883 Words :) 

TW: x

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Lizzie POV

I sit on the edge of the bathtub, my fingers trembling as I hold the pregnancy test. The anticipation knots my stomach as I wait for the lines to appear, confirming what I've feared for days.

Alone in the bathroom, the silence feels suffocating. I'm hoping against hope for a different outcome, but as the lines slowly materialize, stark and undeniable, my heart sinks.

Tears blur my vision as I stare at the test in disbelief. How can this be happening? I'm just sixteen, with dreams and plans that suddenly feel like they're slipping away.

The weight of it all settles on my shoulders, the reality of the positive test hitting me like a tidal wave. I'm alone in this moment, grappling with a secret too heavy to bear on my own. The thought of sharing this with my ex-boyfriend, James, or anyone else terrifies me. I feel lost, adrift in a sea of uncertainty, with no one to turn to for guidance or support.

As I sit here, the positive test in my hand, I realize that life has catapulted me into uncharted territory. The road ahead seems daunting, filled with questions I have no answers to and a future that's taken an unexpected turn. The bathroom, once a place of privacy, has now become the silent witness to the moment my life changed irreversibly. The stark reality of those lines on the test seems to echo through the room, reverberating against the walls. I can almost hear my own heartbeat pounding in my chest, a steady rhythm mirroring the turmoil within.

Questions swirl in my mind, each one more daunting than the last. How do I navigate this alone? Can I handle the weight of this secret on my own shoulders? The future I had envisioned now feels like a fragile dream slipping through my fingers.

I glance at the test again, hoping for a different outcome, praying for some sort of mistake. But the lines remain, steadfast and unyielding, a silent proclamation of the life growing within me. A surge of fear and uncertainty washes over me, threatening to drown out any semblance of hope. The solitude feels suffocating like I'm standing on the edge of an abyss with no one to reach out to, no one to share this burden with.

I wish I could rewind time, go back to when things were simpler, when my biggest worries were about school exams and weekend plans. Now, I'm faced with a reality that feels too immense for someone my age to comprehend.

As I gather my thoughts, I realize that this is just the beginning of a journey I never expected to take. The test clutched in my hand symbolizes a profound shift in my life, a seismic change that I have no choice but to confront, to navigate, to somehow embrace.

The memory of the breakup with James still lingers, casting a shadow over the revelation I've just faced. It feels like it's been ages, but in reality, it's only been a few weeks since our relationship unraveled.

The pain of that separation hasn't quite faded. We parted ways on uncertain terms, our once-shared dreams now shattered like fragile glass. The reasons for our breakup echo in my mind—a growing distance, differences we couldn't bridge, and the weight of teenage insecurities.

In the aftermath of our split, I've been navigating a sea of emotions. The ache of losing someone I cared for deeply is still fresh, a wound that hasn't fully healed. I've been trying to piece together my own shattered heart while concealing this newfound reality of the pregnancy. The thought of reaching out to James with this news feels like reopening a wound that hasn't had the chance to scab over. I wonder how he would react, whether he'd understand or if it would only complicate things further.