Sometimes the Universe Fucks You Over

Hey I'm Kay. This is a new story i'm working on. Just read it if you want. Love you.

Chapter One

"Oh shit!" I jerked awake as I heard a car door slam outside my house. I shook my boyfriend quickly. "Wake up Wyatt. They're home early." Wyatt was quick to jump out of bed and hop into his jeans. He had one sock on when the front door opened downstairs.

"Hey bug, we're home!" My dad yells. Mom says something to him and he grumbles. Wyatt's dressed now, and looking very panicked.

"You could stay here?" I offer, but it sounds more like a question. I'm not supposed to have him over if no one is home, and by the state of our... well, everything, it's pretty much obvious we just had sex. "You can go through the window!" I say. My mom ascends the stairs.

"In this neighborhood? You know what happens to black boys hopping out of windows in cul de sacs? They get shot." Wyatt deadpans.

Mom goes into her bedroom. "Go!" I whisper frantically. Wyatt grabs his shoes and kisses me on his way out the window. "Love you!" I mouth when he's on the ground. My mom knocks on my bedroom door.

"Honey, are you talking to someone?" she asks.

"No, I was on the phone with Wyatt." I lie. "I'm going to take a shower, though."

"Okay. I got you a box of tampons. It should be that time of the month, right?" I open the door and take the box.

"Thanks Mom." She leaves and I walk to the bathroom. When I open the cabinet though, there's already a box in the cabinet, unopened. What the hell? I only buy one box a month. Why would I have an extra one? The only logical explanation is that I didn't use them. I do a mental check of the date. That can't be right. My period is always regular, but i'm over two weeks late. Now that I think about it, last month was really light. I better make an appointment with my OBGYN to make sure nothing is wrong. Cervical cancer runs in my immediate family. With no urgent concern in mind, I put the new box of tampons behind the first one and got in the shower.

Wyatt usually isn't very rough during sex, but today he was bothered by an upcoming history test. It's his dream to be a cardiologist, but his guidance counselor at school said he doesn't have a chance if he fails history again. This is his third time taking American history at school, and he is more frustrated than ever. When I see the tiny bruises and love bites on my hips and collarbones, I decide to pester my mom into letting me go to his house so I can help him study. With my decision made, I turn off the water and put on my robe.

I dry off and get dressed, putting on something to cover the purple marks on my chest. My breasts don't have any marks, but feel really tender. I don't even remember him being rough with them. I frown and grab my bag, deciding to ignore it. When I go downstairs, Dad is in the living room watching some joke show, and Mom is cooking. "Hey Mama," I great in a singing voice.

"What?" she deadpans jokingly. I reach for a piece of cheese on the cutting board but she slaps my hand away. "Get out of here, beggar."

"Oh, is that permission to leave? Because Wyatt really needs help studying, and I'd love to get out of your hair for a few hours." I say.

Mom laughs. "Okay, Sabrina. The keys are by the door. Be back before six. And for God's sake, Sabrina, lock the car."

"It was one time!" I insist. The first time I ever went to Wyatt's house, I found a couple of kids in the car when I went to leave. They claimed they were playing 'rich people'. It turns out they also stole forty bucks from my wallet. She shakes her head at me, and I leave before she can change her mind.

Wyatt used to feel insecure about the financial difference between us. It was when we first started dating, two years ago now. He was guilty that he couldn't buy me expensive gifts and take me on fancy dates. It didn't make sense why he never wanted me at his house. It turned out that he lived in a much poorer neighborhood. He shared a two bedroom trailer with four brothers. His parents never came over. Over time, the gap closed, and now I'm free to come over whenever I want, but it still sucks when he apologises constantly on holidays when I get a small present. I don't care about his money, I honestly love him.

I pull in his driveway, almost running over a little kid jumping out from behind the trailer. It turns out to be Wyatt's brother Dante, who immediately howls, "White girl's trying to kill me!"

I park and yes, lock the car. "Hey Dante. How's school?" I ask.

"Psh, easy as cake." He huffs, grunting when Wyatt sneaks up behind him and grabs him in a choke hold.

"Hey babe." He greets when he finally lets his brother go, kissing me on the mouth. "I have to finish cooking, you wanna help?"

"I've got to call the doctor and make an appointment." I say. He wrinkles his nose and leans away from me. "Not that kind of doctor, asshole. The kind for vaginas."

"Oh, I don't want to know." He decides. I follow him into his house, stopping to say hello to two of his brothers in the living room. His oldest brother is at work, usually. I found out quickly that Andrew works long hours so his brothers don't have to. Wyatt would do the same, but his internship at the hospital takes up a lot of time, and someone has to be home to take care of the three little kids. I call them little kids, but they're really 7 and 13. Dante is the youngest and the other two are twins.

I look up the number to my clinic on google and give them a call. "Yeah, I need to make an appointment to see Dr. Palmer." I tell the receptionist. "My name is Sabrina Williams." She sets up an appointment for the next day and I agree happily. I had counted on a couple of days wait at least.

"Dinner's done!" Wyatt yelled, making me jump. He puts a plate up for Andrew before the twins come to ravage the jambalaya, and I fix a bowl for Dante. After the twins get at least two helping each, he makes himself a bowl. "Want some?" he offers. I shake my head. The idea of a meal I usually love is turning my stomach for some reason. He shrugs.

Kane and Alex, the twins, refuse to give up the tv without a fight until Wyatt mentions Andrew and homework in the same sentence. Wyatt puts on an old rerun of pawn stars and settles back on the couch with my legs in his lap. Here, surrounded by my boyfriend and his family in a small trailer with the sound of guys arguing over old furniture in the background, I couldn't be happier. After dinner, I drag Wyatt to the kitchen to study at the table. He insists it's a better idea to just make out, but I press the issue until he grudgingly gets out his flash cards. We study for a good hour (with maybe a little making out- we are teenagers after all) before I have to go home.

Wyatt walks me out and presses me against the car, assaulting my mouth with his. "I love you." He says against my lips. I hum in agreement. "No Sabrina, really. I can't imagine a day without you there to make my stupid little brother wash his hands or force me to study, or even just a day without you."

I kiss him harder, wishing I had more time, more words to explain how he made me feel. We are young and in love, but nothing is fake about the way I feel with Wyatt. He's almost 19, and i'm just less than a year behind. He got held back in elementary school, and I skipped kindergarten, making us seniors in the same year. I read in a book once, about how everything in the univierse happened a certain way for you to end up where you are.

Well I dare the universe to seperate us, because it's impossible.