Mattie's P.O.V.:
It had been five weeks since the incident. I hadn't told anyone for fear that he would hurt someone I loved and not to mention I felt like shit for not defending myself or avoiding the situation.
Anyways, it was during chorus class, my last class of the day, when, in the middle of singing, I felt extremely nauseous. I fell to my chair and clutched my stomach and Dalia helped me to the nurses office. I hadn't patched things up with Sasha yet.
The nurse sent me home; my mom came to get me and dropped me at the house before going back to work.
Fuck...
My stomach hurt like a bitch and I looked down sadly. I had gotten a bit heavier within the time and had slight nausea quite ofte-
Shit.
No way.
I went into my mom's room and found a few dollars before rushing to the corner pharmacy. I made up some elaborate excuse for why I needed what I bought before rushing home and peeing on a strip.
After a minute I looked at it.
Oh my god...
I fell to my knees, already in violent sobs.
"...I-I'm pregnant..."
Before I knew what I was doing, I had texted Sasha.
I need to see you asap.
I threw the strip in the trash and went to my room to cry it out.
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A Racer's Heart
Dla nastolatkówBut I said it out of frustration! She's the one who called my girlfriend a slut. Does Mattie really look like the type of person to spread rumors? I don't care. My girlfriend is not a slut. I never said that, sit your defensive ass down. This is all...
