The bad boy saved me

Chapter 35

The days went by. He was getting skinnier. He still hasn't talked to me. He hasn't even opened his eyes. His heart beat is there. I've done a blood transfusion everyday. I've talked to him..everyday. I need him to wake up. No one knows this is happening. Everyone thinks that he is sick. I told them not to come because he is contagious. I still feel like shit, I've gotten sick 8 times in four days. I don't know why.

He's more important than me though. I have to battle through this. He's in worse shape so I know I'm fine compared to him. I walked over and looked at the time. Midnight.

"I'll be right here ok?" I whispered, "I love you. I need you. Please wake up soon."

I've gotten an hour and a half of sleep in four days. I'm tired but I want to be awake just in case.

The time went by and soon two a.m. hit. I yawned and stood up. I ran to the bathroom and got sick. I held my hair and stood back up.

Why am I doing this?

"Oh my god," I said, "it's been a month since I've been raped."

I covered my mouth and ran out the door. I went to Walmart and grabbed two pregnancy tests. I paid and went back home. I ran to the bathroom and took one. I went back to Jace as I was waiting.

"Baby please wake up," I cried, "please."

The fifteen minutes was up and I waited impatiently for the answer.

'Pregnant'

I covered my mouth and started to cry. I took another just in case. I waited.

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'Pregnant'

I sat down and cried. I looked at my stomach.

Who's is it?

Is it Kents?

Is it Jaces?

I'm terrified.

What if it isn't Jaces?

My hands were shaking. No matter what, it'll be Jaces. I grabbed a little box and wrapped it. I will surprise him at the perfect time.

I wiped my tears away. I went into the kitchen and sat down. I looked at my stomach and shook my head.

"I can't have a kid," I shook, "I'm too young. I..I can't. I don't know what to do."

Just then I got an idea. I went back to the store quickly and grabbed a box of pills. I paid and came back. I took six quickly and sat there.

I walked back in and threw away the pregnancy tests. I took two pills which was specified amount. I downed them with water and cried. I walked back in and looked at him.

"I'm sorry," I cried, "I just can't."

I grabbed his hand in mine and kissed his forehead. I stood and walked into the kitchen. I looked at the box.

'Will take action when dissolved. Should take no longer than 48-72 hours'

I took a deep breath and nodded. I walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. The bruising was gone and so were the cuts. I shook my head and then looked at my stomach.

"I'm sorry," I cried, "I'm so sorry. I just can't take care of you. It's too dangerous."

I set my hand over my belly and rubbed gently. I just can't have a child right now. It's not safe for him/her...at all. I'm not prepared.

I walked back into where Jace was and sat down. I wiped my tears away and grabbed his hand once more. I feel so horrible. I just killed an innocent baby. The guilt will carry but it's just not safe.