The Empty Desk

Chapter 1

 I tapped my nails into my computer way too fast. Desperately, tears escaped my eyes and slid down my temple. I felt a knot in my throat. I stood up from my bed and started pacing around. Slowly, I ran my shaky hand through my long, chestnut hair. I covered my mouth with the back of my hand as I threw myself on my bed. I hugged one of my silver cushions tightly to my chest.

I took a deep breath and slammed my hand on the bed, knowing well my phone laid there. As I brought it before my face, I noticed my inability to admire my background picture because of my blurry vision. The tear globs were distorting my vision. With shaky fingers, I unlocked the phone and shortly began browsing through my directory. I came upon the all-too-familiar name, glaring back at me. I tapped it carefully, so carefully. My hand automatically brought itself next to my ear, making a click sound as my ear-ring tapped the glass screen of my phone.

"Hello." I heard brightly from the other side of the line.

"Joshua..." I said with a broken voice. My crying state was more than obvious to him, reason to why he stood silent for one second.

"Are you okay? What's the matter?" He asked calmly. He never altered over anything. I tried to stay calm for him, but I couldn't help myself. I pressed my eyes and bit my lip.

"I'm pregnant." I muttered.

I was more shocked at my confession at first. But, immediately, I started paying attention to his reaction. There was a loud, audible sigh that lasted so long. I could sense the tension. I was able to hear his heavy breaths. But, I knew him enough to know he wasn't furious, or nervous.

"Are you sure?" He inquired softly. It was comforting to know he wasn't mad at me. He couldn't be! We were in this together. But, I'm 18 and he's 27. And, he is my teacher.

"I-I took a p-pregnancy test..." I stuttered. He didn't respond for a while. "I feel horrible! I-I didn't want to text you, so I called you!" I whispered with a tone. It was past mid-night and my parents thought I was asleep.

"It's fine..." He reassured. I bit my lip once again. I don't want him to feel like it's his fault.

"I don't know what to do, Josh." I said as more, heavy drops of tears fell down my cheeks.

"Don't be scared. I'll figure out something tomorrow, okay?" He said with one of his many voices, the one that I personally loved the most; the soothing one. It made me feel safe. But, this time I wasn't. I was not okay, at all.

"Mh-hum" I agreed. Still, you could notice my broken, altered voice.

"Rest assured. Sleep tight." He said after noticing my worry.

"You, too" I wished him back. The line hung dead. Even after he was so supportive, I felt like Ive entered the deepest and darkest hole.