The Assistant (Chris Pratt Love story)

Chapter 39

It felt like my heart broke into pieces, as I walked out of the front door. I felt like I couldn't breathe.

The tears streamed down my cheeks, as I hurried to my car.

I drove to my hotel room. Luckily I hadn't canceled it, because it was closer to the set.

I leaned against the door, just as I locked it behind me.
My breath was shaky, from holding back the tears.

I slowly let myself fall to the floor and let it all go.

Suddenly my phone buzzed in my pocket. I looked at the screen.

It was Chris.

I couldn't talk with him. I would just change my mind.

The thought of not being with him, almost killed me. But I just couldn't handle, all the negative attention and all the rumours.

I cried myself to sleep that night. I missed Chris, by my side.

Chris almost called me a 100 times over the following days, but I never answered.

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I was walking around the set, like a zombie the next day.

Suddenly Amy walked up to me, as I was arranging the food table.

"Are you okay?" She asked concerned.

"No." I sighed, giving her a weak smile.

She returned the weak smile.

"I left Chris last night." I sighed.

"What?" Amy said in shock.

I explained everything to Amy. She was really sweet and supportive, and she invited me out to lunch.

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A couple of weeks passed.

I didn't get much sleep and was working hard to keep myself preoccupied.

I hadn't seen or talked to Chris since the day I left, but he would soon be back on set.

I had been feeling sick for weeks now, probably because of all the stress.

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I was sitting on my bed, looking through my calendar.

Suddenly I noticed that my period was late. Really late.

I had been so busy, that I hadn't noticed it before now.

I felt my heartbeat rise, as I thought about it.
No, it couldn't be.

And then it hit me.
- I had been sick for over a week, when we were on Hawaii and I couldn't keep anything down, through that period.

I tried to keep my mind calm, when I took my jacket and keys and drove to the nearest pharmacy, to pick up a test.

I was shaking like crazy when I walked back into my bedroom, with the test in my hand. Now I just had to wait.

It was the longest 3 minutes in my life.

I nervously reached for the test, next to me on the bed.
My hands were trembling, as I held the test in front of me.