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𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔞 𝔖𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔓.𝔒.𝔙 📍Ocho Rio's Scheme || Thurs, July 11 @ 10:21 AM ||
i decided on visiting my bestfriend taelynn since it has been awhile since we actually spend any time together. I miss her some much lately i have been a bit emotional and part of it was missing my bestie.
Now settling on taelynn's bed, my fingers nervously fidgeting with the lace on my shorts. I haven't been able to shake this weird feeling for days. I feel different, moody, like I've been carrying this heavy weight in my chest that I can't explain. Lately, I've been lashing out, snapping at Jalen and pushing everyone away.
Something isn't right. I can feel it
Side yiy... Maybe your pregnant for demar
Thats not possible we used protection
Shouldnt have cheated...
Gosh it was one time, just wanted to spin the block one last time
Taelynn leans against the dresser, watching me with that concerned look she's been giving me all morning since i've arrived. She's been my closest friend since high school, and she knows when something's up before I even do.
"You sure you're not pregnant?" she asks, her voice almost too casual. Like she's testing the waters.
I laugh, but it's shaky. "Pregnant? Nah, it can't be that." Even as I say it, my stomach knots up because... what if?
Murda tbclt pon samantha
Shut up im not...
She raises an eyebrow, not buying my dismissal. She disappears into her bathroom, and I hear her rummaging through her medicine cabinet. When she comes back, she's holding a pregnancy test, her face serious.
"Just take it, Bri. For peace of mind."
I stare at the test then at her as if she is crazy.
Is this really happening?
It is indeed sweetheart
But at the same time, there's a part of me that's been thinking about this-wondering if maybe, just maybe, all the weirdness I've been feeling has an explanation.
"Fine," I mutter, snatching the test from her and heading into the bathroom.
Might as well get it over with.
The bathroom feels too quiet, too small. I take the test, my heart pounding in my chest, and place it on the counter. Ten minutes. That's how long it takes for your whole life to change, apparently. I avoid looking in the mirror, not wanting to face whatever version of myself this test will confirm.
