Summer Nights (RE-WRITTEN)

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A:N This story includes themes of mental health and eating disorders, please only read if you feel ready too, you are beautiful always x

I narrow my eyes as I hear Sammy bark out laughter from our facetime call, he had earphones plugged in as he sits in an airport with a tired look.

"You promised, you wouldn't laugh!"

"But you also told me that you built a desk and I'm no builder but honey that is not a desk, I don't even know how I'd describe that."

I pout as I look at the poorly put together wood in-front of me, "I don't know how it happened, I followed the instructions word for word."

"I really don't think that you did."

I roll my eyes before grabbing my phone and sitting down on the sofa, "So, where are you now?"

"I'm currently about to board onto a flight to Singapore."

"Oh Singapore, sounds fancy."

"And fucking expensive according to some of the people I've met out here. But I'll survive. How have your classes been?"

I refrain from wincing at the question, "They've been great, I've learned so much already."

"How are the people? You replaced me yet?"

How are the people? Well I spent the first week aimlessly attempting to make any form of human connection, the second week I discovered that even the French have their own version of American mean girl bullies. One of the girls in my class decided it would be hilarious is she poured red paint over my white pants. I went home and cried for the rest of the evening. We're currently at the end of week three and it's safe to say it isn't getting easier at all.

"Like I could ever replace you Sam. You're my soul-husband forever."

"And don't you forget it."

"What about you? Have you found someone better whilst travelling?"

"They will never be anyone better than you Scarlett Summers."

Tears well up in my eyes, "I miss you so much!"

Sammy gives me a concerned look, "I miss you too. Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, I'm okay. I'm just an overly emotional person, you know this."

He wrinkles his nose, "Is this when you tell me that you're hormonal?"

I roll my eyes, "No, it isn't and I'm not for your information."

"It's nothing personal but I appreciate living my life without knowing about your menstrual cycle."

I force out a laugh as a deep panic erupts inside of me, I frantically go onto my period tracking app. My fingers begin to shake when I see that my period was meant to start three days ago.

Oh fuck.

No, no, no.

I'm sure it's just the stress of moving and starting a new school. It's all going to be okay. There is nothing to worry about, nothing to worry about at all.

"You okay? You look a little pale."

I nod mutely because I don't trust myself to speak right now.

Sammy's head snaps up at an announcement blasts through the airport, "Oh shit. That's my flight, I'll let you know when I land. Love ya!"

"Have a safe flight, send me lots of pictures! Love you more."

The second our call disconnects, I begin pacing up and down of my apartment as my panic worsens by each second. Logically, the only thing I can do right now is to grab a pregnancy test, so I can put my mind at ease. I grab the jacket that is thrown onto my kitchen table and shove it over my body, not caring that I'm still in my silk pyjamas.

The walk there and back to the pharmacy was painful, somehow a ten minute walk felt like ten hours. I could barely look the cashier in the eyes when I went to pay.

I swallow harshly as I rip open the packet and follow the instructions as carefully as possible. I look up with tears prickling the corner of my eyes, clutching the white stick desperately.

Please, please.

I flinch wildly when my phone alarm echoes throughout my bathroom, indicating that it was time.

It was time to look at the result that could potentially alter my entire future.

My breathing is shaky, it mirrors my hands as I look down on it.

"Fuck!" I cry out as I slap the sink beside me.

There it was staring at me as if it was some cruel joke, two bright pink lines.

I clutch my hair when I think about the implications of whatever is going to happen next. I'm eighteen in a foreign country all on my own, I don't currently have a job and I'm barely able to make any ends meet, none of my family are close by, the father is thousands of miles away putting his life on the line and we're not even in an established relationship. I don't even have a way of contacting him right now according to Luke he only has access to contacting loved ones, every few days.

I truly have no idea on what I'm going to do. I can't even comprehend the choice that I'm going to have to make. And it isn't even my own choice, Rocky deserves to have a say as well, this could also potentially change the entire course of his life.

My eyebrows knit together when my phone begins to vibrate aggressively, my confusion increases when I notice that it's a withheld number coming from the U.S.

I hesitantly answer the call and place it to my ears, "Hello?"

"Is this Scarlett Summers?"

"Yes it is. May I ask who is speaking?"

"I'm Captain Rodgers, I'm calling you as you've been listed as Robert James, emergency contact. Unfortunately, he has been hurt in action."

My stomach drops violently as I lower myself onto the bathroom floor with tears cascading down my cheeks, "W-What? Is he okay?"

"He has sustained quite a dramatic injury to his leg whilst protecting a fellow solider but the doctors have informed us that he should make a full recovery. As you are his emergency contact, we were wondering if your listed address is where he will be staying while he is recovering?"

I answer without thinking fully, "Yes?"

"And that residence is in Paris, correct?"

"Yes."

"Robert will be flown over there within the next twenty four hours, would you like a driver to drive him to your residence or will you be picking him up?"

"A driver please, I don't have a car here."

"Very well, Miss. Summers. I'm sorry to call you with bad news. We all wish Robert a speedy recovery, he's a good man."

"He's the best."