Broken hearted love

Sick

Emma's POV

*5 days later

Nothing has really happened. I got back on my feet, the cuts are healing, but I'm still getting sick.

"Emma why do you think you keep getting sick?" Anthony asked me.

He has been with me this entire time to make sure I was ok. After a couple days, I stopped going into work. They're all so worried about me.

"I don't know Anthony. I really don't."

"Ok well I'm booking you a doctors appointment for tomorrow so we can know. Is that ok?"

"Yeah. That's fine."

He nodded and kissed the top of my head before going and making an appointment.

*later that night

Mari texted me and said that she was coming over to see me. That's fine. I'll be happy to see my best friend.

She rang the doorbell and I got up and got it.

"HI EMMA!!" He ran up and hugged me. I said hi and I dragged her into Anthony's room.

"We need to talk." She said the second I shut the door.

"What about?" I was confused. What did she want to talk about?

"Why do you really think you are getting sick?"

"It's probably just a stomach bug. I told you. I'm fine." Really. I'm fine.

"No. The stomach bug doesn't last for a week straight." She does have a point. "Can I ask you something?"

I nod.

"Have you...'done anything' with one of the boys?"

I look at her. I promised I wouldn't tell. I promised.

I don't do anything.

"You did. Didn't you?"

I still didn't do anything.

"I'm not judging...I just wanna know."

I nod my head in shame.

"Did it ever come across you mind that you might be pregnant?"

I shake my head and start to cry.

I might be pregnant. With Anthony's baby. Shit.