Oh my gosh, my best friend is the father of my baby

Oh my gosh, my best friend is the father of my baby....ch_2

Mike was still sleeping, when I carefully got out of the bed, sheathed my slip over my hips and went to the sofa. I grabbed the cigarette box, took one out and lighted it. After the first puff I looked to Mike, who was sleeping like a little kid.

"What happened yesterday??" I asked myself again and again.

I tried to recall the last night so I closed my eyes and saw the scenes of yesterday night. I went to that party of my friend Alan, but unfortunately the party was a real flop. It was so boring that I nearly went home, but then Mike came with some other guys. They've brought some bottles of vodka and so the mood went up. The last thing I remembered was that Mike and I went to a separated room, because we wanted to take some new pills that Mike got from an "acquaintance"

"Shit, they were too strong; I can't remember anything that happened after that.", I said and looked to Mike. He hasn't waked up.

Again I stood up, went to the window where a bottle of vodka was lying. I wanted to take a sip, but when I remembered what the alcohol and the drugs brought me I put the bottle away.

"Damn it. What were we thinking?"

I looked again to Mike, while thinking about our friendship. He was the only one who understood me, who really cared about me. I began to remember how it was when we met the first time. We were at the kindergarten and he helped me, when some guys were teasing me.

Since this day he always said:" I'll protect you no matter what, we'll always be friends."

I started to cry and went quietly to the bed, sat down and run my hand over his brown hair.

I hunkered over his head and whispered: "I'm so sorry."

And then this happened of what I was most afraid: Mike woke up. He slowly opened his eyes and looked in my tearstained face.

"What's wrong Flora? Did something happen?"