"Her or me?" A tear rolled down Michelle's puffy cheek, "You have to make a decision."
For Michelle, life has always been about control- control in the studio, in her friendships, and even in the secrets she hides. But with an unexpected pregnancy...
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"Em!" I shout as I close the front door behind me, "Em! Em!"
I rush up the staircase towards our bedroom as I frantically search for Emily. During the drive home, my brain began to fill with dark thoughts, and I had this bad feeling that something happened to Emily while I was gone.
"Emily!" I shout whilst opening our bedroom door.
She's immediately startled by the loud thud of the door hitting the wall behind as I throw it open. She lifts her head and looks over at me with a confused expression on her face.
"W- what is it?" She asks me, panicked.
"You're okay?"
"Uhm... yeah. Yeah, I'm okay." She lets me know, "Why wouldn't I be?"
"No one came to the house, right? You didn't answer the door for anyone?"
She furrows her brows as she listens to me "No. Wait, Michelle, you're freaking me out. What happened? I was just laying in bed, waiting for you to come home."
I try to calm myself down so that I don't look like a complete maniac. "Sorry, I just had a bad feeling."
"Well, I'm fine. I've just been lying in bed since you left."
And then she questions me on what happened tonight: "What happened? Did the dinner not go well or something?"
I breathe a sigh of relief. "It was just awkward, that's all. Look, I'm sorry for acting crazy."
"It's fine."
I told Emily the truth about where I was heading off to tonight. She seemed okay with the fact that I was joining Jones's family for dinner, and I found it kind of weird. I know that if I were her in this situation, I would be jealous and paranoid. It's nice that she's trusting with me.
Although things have happened between Jones and me, I've come to the realisation that the two of us are only a fantasy of mine and it would never work out. His psycho of a father would always mess things up for us.
She shows her concern for me. "A- are you okay?"
"Y- yeah." I try to seem convincing. "Yeah, I just need to get out of this dress and let my head hit the pillow."
She smiles, "I've been keeping the bed warm for you."
"Thanks." I show her that I appreciate that.
All of a sudden, all I can focus on is the sound of Emily coughing, and I immediately rush over to her in a panicked state.
"W- what are you doing?" She asks me as I rest my hand underneath her chin, lifting her head.
