Chapter 1
"My life seems so bright,
The world looks so fucking beautiful
And its all thanks to these damn street pharmaceuticals
Yeah, this feels so right, just what the doctor prescribed
Right from the place where
Everything is available for the right place"
-Amphetamine Dreams by Redefine Sin
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[Blaze's POV]
I looked at my calendar, and just stared trying to breathe past the lump now forming in my throat. Shit Syn's going to flip, I think picturing my older brother's reaction.
My period. Late. Not just by a few days. That's normal. No, I'm almost two and a half weeks late. And I haven't even told my boyfriend, and possibly baby daddy, of nine months, Sin.
FUCK!
Okay, I have to tell him. He has every right to know. That's what I keep chanting to myself, over and over, my own personal mantra, as I pull out my cell and press two to speed dial his number.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
Okay, maybe he won't answer, and I can put It off for a few more hours---
"Hey beautiful!" Sin's voice breaks into my cowardice. "How are you?! Guess what!! Last night Syn and I got a new song layer out! But Lacie was being such a major bitch, so she totally ruined my awesomeness!"
"Sin…" I say quietly, chewing my bottom lip.
"I swear, she needs to get a boyfriend, cause she is always so fucking grouchy and ruining the bands fun!" He continues in his hyperactive way, not hearing me.
"Sinclaire." I say, louder, and edge of panic seeping into my smooth composure.
"What's wrong, baby? Are you okay?" He asks, his worry clear in his voice.
I felt a tightening in my chest, and I had to bite back tears. How can he already be so worried? I shouldn't tell him. I could make up some stupid reason for calling, and he'll laugh at my quirkiness, and everything will be fine in his world. I could just handle it on my own.
"Blaze?" He asks uncertaintly.
I take a deep breath. No, I can't lie to him, clearing my throat, I force the words out. "Sin, I think I'm pregnant." Even to my own ears, my voice sounded choked, as if by saying the words out loud I'm strangling myself. I guess, in a way, I am.
There was a loud crash on his end of the line, and I smile as he curses at whatever he's tripped over again, for the thousandth time.
"Blaze, baby? I'll be there as soon as I can. I love you." He rushes, and I can hear his feet stomping on his stairs.
"Alright, I love you too." I reply, then hang up, sighing deeply. I toss my phone onto my futon bed, and then lay down on the deep blue comforter. I stare up at the mural of stars that my brother and Sin had painted on my ceiling when I was nine. I trace the multiple constellations, trying to calm my breathing.
Six minutes and forty-three seconds later (not that I'd been counting or anything. Honest.) Sin's tires screeched into our driveway. I roll my eyes, laughing quietly. Sin's a maniac driver. I don't think he could drive under sixty-five mph, even if his life (or license.) depends on it.
