Esme's POV
Someone once asked me what my worst fear was. I never had an answer. Death? Nope. Sharks? Nope. Heights? Nope. Isolation? Nope. In all honesty, I never thought I would be able to answer that. However, I have my answer now.
Giving birth to an unwanted child in a fucking asylum infirmary.
Or telling Joey about it.
That boy is so scary when he's pissed. And I had to face him. Telling him that I'm pregnant because I was raped. Not nerveracking at all.
"Esme are you sure you don't want me to go with you..?" Cali asked as we walked to Joey's room.
"Thanks Cal. But he's my friend too. I need to tell him and Layla on my own. By the way, what's up with you and Layla?? She's not hanging out with you anymore. What's up with that?" I asked, trying to change the conversation.
She sighed, "That is a story for after Joey yells at you, of course. Now get in there and tell him before he hears us."
I nodded and took a deep breath. I knocked on the door and Cali stepped to the side.
"What is it?" Joey yelled.
"It's Esme. I wanna talk to you for a sec."
"Am I allowed to let you in or are you still on Cali's bad side?"
I laughed, "Yeah we're fine now. We made up in the bathroom."
He opened the door joyfully and hugged me, "Yay! I got my stupid druggie bff back!!"
I walked in nervously and he gave me a small smile, "What's up?" He asked.
I took another deep breath and I told him exactly what happened between me and and Mason. The whole time he was clenching his fists and turning red with rage.
"I'M GONNA KILL THAT SON OF A----" He started,but I cut him off.
"That's not the worst part, Joey...." I mumbled.
"Wait what is it???"
I sighed, "He got me pregnant.."
He gasped, "Wait you're... Right now??? Are you gonna get rid of it??"
"Well, I haven't exactly thought about it. I found out 3 hours ago." I answered, holding my belly tightly. I'm not religious at all, but I don't want to go through the whole process.
He sighed, "Jesus Christ Esme. OH MY GOD. HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN PREGNANT."
"The doctor says about 5 months. I didn't notice because my period has never been consistent because of how skinny I am. " I said, looking at him curiously.
His eyes were extremely wide. He rubbed his temples, "Shit Esme..."
"What???" I asked. "What is it???"
"...how long have you been doing drugs??"
I gasped, "Oh my Jesus fucking Christ... oh god... oh my god... I... Five months..."
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