Breathless

Chapter 18

ERIN'S POV

It's been a year and eight months of Christian and I being together. It's June.

It's June, the snow is gone, it's summer, all the kids in town are out of school, and I'm bored out of my mind.

Christian opened his pet store here, and he's working a lot lately, and I work too, but my days off are lonely. Him and I have been together for almost two years. We're out of the honeymoon stage, but I still love him just as much, if not more.

I'm so beyond bored.

I'm sitting at the park, a big park in town, alone.

I'm just relaxing on the hood of the Jeep.

I came here after the gym, so I'm in a pair of gray yoga pants and a white sports bra.

I've not been feeling good and I've been gaining weight. I'm probably not feeling good because I haven't been eating well lately. I haven't wanted to, so now I'm gaining weight.

A group of guys that are my age pass me, whispering.

Then one of them stops.

"You're Erin, right? Erin Simon?"

I hesitate, nodding.

"I'm Tyler? Tyler Mitchell."

He's Gwen, the girl that used to bully me, he's her ex boyfriend.

"Oh. Hi." I say.

"You look really good. You're beautiful. Are you single?"

"No, I've been with Christian for almost two years."

He hesitates.

"Shaw? Zitty Christian?"

I nod. "He's not zitty anymore."

I show him a photo on my phone.

"Wow. Well, I'm happy for you."

"Thank you."

He walks away.

I've got a doctors appointment at two, and it's one fifteen, so I leave the park.

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It took them two hours after two, to actually get me into a room, and I've been sitting here for anotherhour, so it's five now, when the doctor finally walks in.

"Hey Erin." He smiles. "What brings you in today?"

I take a deep breath.

"Well, I work out, a lot, and I hardly gain weight, and I gained like, six pounds. I keep my weight at one forty with my muscle, and when it shot up to one forty six, I flipped. I've been super tired, and very achy. I rarely get sick, but lately I'm not in the mood for anything. Not even sex."

The doctor nods, writing things down.

He asks me a few questions about my diet and if I've been getting sick. He asks a lot of questions, acutally.

"Alright. Well, how about you pee in a cup, and we'll test your results and I'll call you when I get them."

So I do exactly that, and I leave.

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It's been a week. I called every single day for the results. It's Sunday, a week and one day later, and I'm at my Grandparents with my entire family and Christian's and our friends for dinner.

Mom offers me a spinach dip that I always love, and I turn it down.

The thought of eating that makes me wanna puke.