Bulletproof

The Domino Effect

*The Next Morning*

Emily POV

I woke up the next morning in a hospital bed. What the heck? How did I end up here?

Last night, Alison and I had a huge fight. I cummed in her, so the main focus of our argument was a possible baby.

I know that I may only be 16, and not ready for parenthood, but I don't believe in abortion either. Alison claims that she doesn't either, but she's not too happy about having a baby either.

*Flashback*

"Really Emily?! You think I'd kill my unborn baby?!"

"Our ba-"

"I'm twenty-fucking-two! I'm supposed to be out exploring the world, doing things, meeting new people. Of course I would love to have a baby...once I'm settled down and married and oh, I don't know? Financially stable! How the fuck am I supposed to find the time to raise a damn baby?! I'm fucking jobless and housing your retarded free-loading ass!"

"Glad to hear how you really feel about me. I guess I'll just take my retarded ass somewhere else where I'm not in your way," and with that I ran out of the condo, with nothing but the clothes on my back, a lighter and half a pack of cigarettes.

*End of Flashback*

"Help! Somebody please hel-," I began to call out for help and someone immediately rushed in.

"Hello Ms. Fields, I am Dr. Ryan"

"Call me Emily and what am I doing here?"

"Oh you don't remember? Your friend brought you in last night with a pretty deep cut on the side of your head. She wasn't too sure what happened, but I have to come to the conclusion that you passed out and hit your head on some glass. Am I correct?"

"Yea sure. Umm, where is my friend at exactly?" I asked as I looked around the very white room.

"She went for a quick coffee run, but she hasn't left your side since you've been here. You are very lucky to have someone like her," as he wraps up his sentence, there is a knock at the door. Dr. Ryan goes to open it and in comes "my friend" as Dr. Ryan leaves.

"Oh thank God you're awake, I thought I'd lost you!" She says  as she runs over to me and hugs me. I immediately push her off of me.

"Get the fuck off of me! I don't even know who you are!" I yell and she immediately has a look of worry on her face.

"It's me, Alison. Don't you remember me Em? I'm your gir-"

"Stop! Just stop it right there! Do not call me Em! I know exactly who the fuck you are and you are not my girlfriend, because my girlfriend would never call me retarded!"

"...Emily I am sincerely sorry about everything that I said last night. I didn't mean any of it, I was just really-"

"Angry? Yea, I know the feeling. How did you find me anyway?"

"I figured you would come back home at some point, but, after a couple hours, I decided to drive around looking for you. I found you passed out in some alleyway. Did you drink yourself to that state?"

"No, but it's good to know that I'm not only retarded, but I'm also an alcoholic. Great, just great," I scoffed.

"I said I was really sorry Emily. I'll probably sorry about that for the rest of my life. I don't think you're retarded at all babe," She walked over to me and caressed my cheek with the pad of her thumb. Despite my pure hatred and anger towards her right now, I couldn't find a single muscle in my body to move her away from me.