The Road We Took

Chapter 14-Adam And Eve's Fashion

Chase POV

This twinkie obsession is getting out of hand. I just ate two twinkies, inside a hamburger; which had the burger, sloppy joe, and jelly. And the worst thing is that I actually loved it. Jesus, I think I'm sick. I went through my mind and put all the symptoms together, and the two things I can think of are ovary cancer and pregnancy. Now, I know I don't have ovary cancer; I don't have ovaries. But there is the possibility of being pregnant. My mom told me she had a cousin who was raped and got pregnant. Thing was, the cousin was a male. I must've got it from my mom's side; though it would have to be at least a recessive gene from my father's side. Guess we'll never know. 

So just to confirm I'm pregnant I went to the pharmacy and got 2 tests. The cashier was a creep. He kept on looking at me in the way you would look at something deja vu. Even when he was charging other people. I was glad when it was finally my turn; he never stopped looking at me. 

"You too huh? Well then you must not be from around here" h-how did he know that? Has he been stalking me or something? Oh my God! Has he been to the house?! He must've realized I was suspecting him of something for he just let out a chuckle and sort of explained. 

"Two days ago another guy came here and bought the tests also. And I say that you're vacationers because no one in this carries the gene or has had the surgery. This all sweetheart?" I thought for a second he was a decent guy after the explanation, but after that second he returned to being a creepy fucker,  looking at me like a piece of meat.

"No that'll be all. How much?" hurry up hurry up hurry up. I don't like it when you look at me like that. 

"5.02" I put the exact amount on the counter and quickly gathered the bag. I'm seriously taking the long way back to the house. I don't know if that guy was lying or not, but I don't want to take the chance. 

After a long 10 minutes of aimlessly driving around, I finally made it back to the house. Traffic's a bitch. The house was silent; I suppose they're upstairs taking a nap. We seem to be doing that a lot; I'm not complaining it's amazing being snuggled up to our man and everything, his muscles all bare and firm for our eyes. The first time Adam took a nap with us without his shirt I failed to fall sleep due to the fact that I was staring at his abs, nipples, and happy trail; I even found a cute little birthmark right under his nipple. It's adorable. Back to the task, I went into my bedroom bathroom not wanting to be disturbed just in case. I opened the box and read the instructions. 'Remove the plastic casing on top of the strip. Urinate on the strip then wait 3 minutes for your result. If the strip turns green then you are pregnant; if the strip turns red you are not pregnant; if the strip turns blue you have an STD. Simple enough. 

I did my business and checked my watch for the time. OK, three minutes is short. It'll pass quickly anyway. What happens if it's green or blue? I'll die of one and lose my boyfriends to the other. Surely they wouldn't want children ay this age. They'll leave me. Completely abandon me and my child. O Jesus please let it turn red. Please, I just got them; I don't want to lose them. I wiped away the tears that ran down my cheeks. I could be sick for all I know. This is just a precaution; just to confirm that I'm not pregnant. If this keeps up then I'll have to go to the hospital, and there I'll tell them I'm not pregnant when they ask. This is just for confirmation. 

Checking the time I saw it had already been four minutes. Let's get this over with. I picked the test up then set it bak down; scrambling to get the other test out of the box, I peed on the strip and thought about the results of the first. I am going to die. I am absolutely going to die. I must write my mother a letter and my grandparents must be alerted, they need to put the capital on the will for another member of the family instead of myself. This cannot be occurring it is impossible! I put my elbows on my knees and my head on my palms. Dear God, please, let this be a mistake.