𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐳:
Isadora Flores: a girl raised in captivity and brainwashed to believe she has a deadly disease that restricts her from the outside world permanently.
That was until one...
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"I don't like this," I croaked, staring at the two boxes with the words '99% ACCURATE' written in bold italic.
Snatching the small rectangular box up, Tiana began to rip it open with aggressive frustration that I can only imagine is mixing with her nerves. "I don't either.." She mutters. "But, I need an explanation to the weight I'm gaining."
"It's just the squats.. and your ass!" I protest, feeling my hands sweat with my nerves. "You're not pregnant, And I am most definitely not pregnant." I choked out, folding my arms over my chest anxiously.
Huffing out a frustrated breath when she couldn't rip through the tape, she slams the box onto the counter and spins around to narrow me with her piercing glare. "And why not?"
"Because.. I've only done it four times.. and each time we used.. you know.." I mumbled, feeling my face flame with embarrassment. "Protection.."
Tiana narrows her eyes to slits, her nostrils flaring with agitation. "Condoms aren't a hundred percent effective." Tiana protested, snatching the box containing the pregnancy tests before shoving it into my hand.
"They're only ninety-eight percent effective, meaning you could be that two percent."
Feeling my body prickle with fear, I hesitantly start to open the box, feeling my body flame with shame. "So.. how do we take the test then?" I ask, swallowing the lump in my throat.
Sighing, Tiana takes the box I had just opened and hands me the unopened one. "We pee on the stick, and then wait two minutes." She recites, reading the back of the opened box. "God, I better not be pregnant."
***
"Are you almost done?" I ask, swaying back and forth in boredom as I focus on the blackness of my closed eyes and not the sound of her peeing in the corner of the bathroom.
I hear the toilet flush and the plumbing squeak. "Yeah."
Spinning around, I drop my hands from my face and walk away from the corner I was hiding in. "Was that a nice pee? It sounded like a nice pee." I teased, trying to lift the anxiety lingering in the air with humor.
She rolls her eyes, placing the pregnancy test right beside mine that was placed in front of the sink, before flicking the tap on to wash her hands.
"That's such a weird thing to ask, Izzy." She says, sparing me a smile that makes me feel accomplished in my attempt to lighten the mood.
I shrugged, leaning on the wall directly opposite the sink. "It was a long pee."
She frowned, drying her hands on the back of her jeans before moving to lean against the wall beside me. She exhales a shaky breath, looking down to her stomach. She points a finger to her stomach, grimacing. "You better be water weight."
