Faith
''Oh my fucking God!'' I scream.
I lift the covers, as if to confirm the truth, only to find my own naked body.
"Dylan !" I scream again, ignoring the horrible pain in my head as I whip over into my side.
A lump in the covers beside me only makes my head hurt even more.
"Dylan." I screech for the second time, as last nights events flood into my mind. I panic, this is not what I wanted, this is not how you get your boyfriend back.
There's groaning and mumbling coming from the lump and I can suddenly feel acid rising in the back of my throat.
I can only presume the lump underneath is Dylan or my hungover mind is playing games.
Fuck.
I can't see any of my clothes anywhere around the bedroom so I just cover myself with the nearest piece of material.
This is sounding like those films where the couple have sex and then the girl puts on the guys shirt and then makes coffee. Shit.
''Faith ?'' A voice groans from under the covers.
Hurriedly, I smother myself with duvet. He's waking up !
''Faith, don't look at me !'' Dylan panicked, snapping from his hungover stupor and also realising the hideous truth.
"Oh my god Dylan, what did we do ?!"
"FUCK FUCK FUCK !" Dylan suddenly screams.
I pull the covers over my head, "no no no no no no no no." I can feel the acid in my mouth now.
Dylan - the boy he grew up with
Dylan - my life long best friend.
Dylan - the boy I just slept with ...
"I'm going to be sick Dylan."
"Hold on...oh my god what did we do Faith." I can hear Dylan saying it over and over again.
"Don't look....please." He whispers.
I can hear Dylan walking across the room and I'm now swallowing the contents of my stomach back down.
No
No
No
No
A peek over the top of the covers only shows the nail marks on Dylan's back.
So much guilt, I nearly choked on it.
"Dylan, what do we do ?"
"Forget about this, never talk about this again, please." He whimpers back. There's a moment silence before he continues. "Did we use...protection ?"
"You said you had one ?"
"Uh....I--I...." He closes his eyes, trying to remember. "When did I say I had one ?"
Fuck
"I asked if you had one. You said yes ?!"
"Uh...Faith....I meant....a.....a....boner."
I jam my hands over my ears. "DYLANWHATSHUTTHEFUCKUP !" I scream, trying to remove any images from my head.
"Faith, we didn't use protection. ! Did you take the pill." He hisses.
"What ?" I snap.
"The pill ? Birth control ?"
Now I vomit...everywhere.
Ever felt like your whole world suddenly comes crashing down around you and there is nothing you can do ? Ever felt like you can never get lower than you already are ? I thought i was at a low point when I found about the Liam thing but now I am 10 times lower than that.
I didn't think it could get any worse...
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عاطفية"Chris told me what happened." He said, failing to meet my eye. "How Liam, you know, like...you know ---shagged another girl ." *** Faith is 25 years old, brown hair, blue eyes, that girl you see in the street with her arms linked with her horribly...
