FORBIDDEN TIES {My brother's best friend}

Chapter 35

"I don't understand what you mean... you missed your period?" Cyrus's voice was filled with a mix of confusion and concern.

"I haven't seen it this month. Like... I am five days late," I exclaimed, looking at him, panic evident in my eyes.

"Five days?" he echoed, his worry mirroring mine.

"Yeah," I cried out. Oh Lord... please let this be something else, and I promise not to ever have sex again.

"I thought you were on the pill," he said, looking at me with a hint of accusation.

"I was... but I stopped because I felt like I wasn't going to have sex anytime soon. But then you fucked me the whole camp," I said, my eyes hard on him.

"Stop acting like it's all my fault," he said, sighing heavily.

"I didn't tell you to explode inside of me," I pointed out, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on us.

"What the fuck... you enjoyed every time I did that," he shot back, making me sit down on the bed and bow my head.

"You think blaming each other is going to solve anything?" I asked, feeling so distressed I could barely think straight.

"So what are we going to do? I can't be a father now, and you can't be a mother either. You're just 19," he said, and I nodded, tears welling up in my eyes.

"And my brother is going to kill you," I added, and he nodded too.

We both sighed at the same time, looking at each other with a mix of fear and uncertainty.

"But... what if you're pregnant?" he asked, and we both gasped at the thought.

"We can't do it. We have to take the baby out then," I said, looking at him, though the words felt wrong even as I said them.

"Killing it?" he asked, looking at me with a mix of disbelief and horror.

"Do we have a choice?" I asked, even though deep down I knew how wrong it sounded. But what choice did we have?

"Yes, we do... give birth to it secretly and give it up for adoption," he suggested.

"Oh, Lord... I don't even know if I am pregnant... oh God," I said, biting my fingers anxiously.

"Should I get the test?" he asked, and I suddenly looked at him.

"You want to find out?" I asked, and he nodded.

"Well, I don't want to know now. Let's just pretend everything is okay for now. I might get it any day," I said, hoping for some miracle.

"It would be better if you find out now and it's negative, rather than having it on your mind for days," he reasoned.

"But what if it comes out positive? I will go crazy," I said, and he nodded, understanding my fear.

"We fucked up," he said, sitting beside me, both of us falling silent, just breathing in and out.

"But..." I trailed off, touching his hand. "If I am pregnant..." I trailed again, looking into his eyes. "Will you leave me?"

He looked at me silently, the weight of the question hanging between us.

"You would," I said, removing my hand from his, feeling the sting of betrayal before it even happened.

"I won't," he said firmly, and I looked at him, searching his eyes for the truth.

His words were a small comfort, but the uncertainty of our situation loomed large.

"After school tomorrow, we are going to get the test, and you will take it," he said. I nodded, feeling a knot tighten in my stomach.