Finding Myself

Damn

We make it home after five or more stops at gas stations. I had to throw up a lot, I think I'm sick or maybe even more. "Are you sure you're okay?" He asks grabbing my arm to keep my balance and sitting me down. I nod my head and give a thumbs up basically saying I was peachy. "I-I think you sh-should take test," he says. I could tell he was just as scared as I was. I get up and walk to the bathroom saying nothing more. I grab the test and it all begins. These five minutes feel like five hours! Gosh I'm so stupid for not using protection with Tommy. I knew better than to go sleeping with him in the first place. I guess I was just so happy that I got the guy of my dreams and I could call him mine. I look down towards the test and just stare for seconds. I am honestly kind of in shock! I'm fucking pregnant! I don't say anything but tears roll down my eyes. I walk out the bathroom, test in hand. I look at Tommy who is sitting on the bed watching tv and just stand there. "So, how's it looking?" He asks sitting up. I throw the test on his lap and he picks it up. It looks like he isn't registering it just yet then it hits him like a truck. He stands up and looks at me in disgust, nothing more. "I can't believe you're pregnant," he says still staring at me but getting closer. "How can you not believe it? We had fucking sex without protection! What did you think would happen?" I ask angered that he wasn't responding in a responsible way. "I don't know! We can't have this kid I'm not ready!" He yells at me, spit flying. How could the guy of my dreams, Mr.Perfect, the star of it all be walking out on being the father of my child. Maybe we shouldn't have this kid! Maybe we shouldn't even be together! "Fine! If that's what you want!" I yell back, and with that I pack my clothes and leave. I honestly don't know where I'm going to go me and Shay don't talk that more anymore, GiGi is my only option. So that's where I head. She's honestly my only hope in this situation.