Mixed Emotions (Ray Ray Love Story)

Chapter 30- Karma's a Bitch but Fuck Everything

Léannah'sPOV

I held the paper from the clinic that I got in the mail this morning in my hands. I stared frozen as I looked at the sentence; Congratulations, you're pregnant!

This would be a joyful moment for most people but not for me. I'm 15 and either my boyfriend or my stepbrother can be the father of this child. This was so messed- I'm so messed up. This is karma, I just know it is. But what did I do that was so wrong that I deserved this. I needed to do something about this and telling the possible fathers was not on the list.

Calling Chresanto is.

I picked up the phone and dialed his number. He picked up on the 3rd ring. "Hello?" He sounded like I just woke him up but at the moment I didn't care. If I did then I would back out on telling him about this.

"Chresanto I need someone to talk to." 

"Whoa, Léannah are you okay? Why are you crying?" I didn't even notice I was but I should've known. Crying seems to be all I do now a days.

"Just please come over." Then I hung up on him before he could ask anymore questions.

Right when I was about lay down on my bed there was a knock on my door. "What?" I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone besides Chresanto. 

"Its me Léannah open the door." The sound of Aloura's voice made me sorta relieved. I didn't want to put on an act for Ray, Layla or even Justin.

"Its open."

She walked in and took a seat next to me on my bed. "Its positive, isn't it?"

I nodded and handed her the paper while more tears ran down my face. "Léannah, everything is gonna be okay. I promise." She said pulling me into a hug.

I cried into her chest, unable to say anything. I wanted to believe her but I couldn't. Everything wasn't gonna be okay and she knew it. "I'll take it from here." I knew that voice.

Aloura let me go and got up off my bed. After a few moments I heard my bedroom door close and footsteps coming towards my bed. Soon a felt my bed sink and a strong pair of arms wrapped around me and pulled me close. I could already tell by the built body and delicious scent that it was Chresanto. "Léannah, tell me whats wrong please." He was concerned, I could tell.

I pulled away from him and wiped my tears. I reached for the folded piece of paper behind him and handed it to him without making eye contact with him. After a few moments of silence I heard him speak. "This is legit, right? Like, you're not fucking with me?"

"No Chresanto I'm pregnant," I said and started crying again. "I'm 15 and pregnant and my stepbrother or boyfriend can be the father. I went to far this time and I'm about to ruin three bright futures. I feel like a whore! I should've never started anything with Ray! None of this would have happened if I wasn't being such a damn attention whore. I fucked up and there's nothing I or anyone can do to get out this situation! I miss my mom. Everything was fine until she died. If she never died I wouldn't be here and stuck in this situation. I miss her. She would tell me everything and I'll believe her cause she's never lied to before. She'd let me know how disappointed she was but she would also let me know she'll be there every step of the way. I just miss her! I want everything to back to how they were before she left." 

I was fed up of keeping everything in. I just blurted out everything and it felt hella good. Chresanto pulled me into another hug and I sobbed quietly. I honestly felt like a big weight has been lifted off my shoulder but I still had a few burdens to deal with- like for instance, this baby growing inside of me. 

"Shh," Chresanto said rubbing his hand up and down my back for comfort. "Just calm down."

"I'm scared Chresanto," I sobbed while clutching onto his shirt like my life depended on it. "I don't know what to do."