"What's the result babe?"
"Positive."
Silence.
"I'll call the doctor."
She swiftly rises, the test she bought from a pharmacy falling on the ground. She grabs his arm to stop him from grabbing the phone.
"Please no," she begs.
He shrugs her off and dials the number to the abortion clinic. Heartlessly, he schedules an appointment while she begs him not to.
He leans down and hugs her sobbing form when the deed is done.
"Don't worry, my love," he whispers into her hair, "It's not alive."
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A/N
Just to make this clear, I DO NOT support abortion. I don't care what bullcrap some doctors say, a child in the womb is alive and getting an abortion is murdering an innocent child. If you don't want the kid, give him/her up for adoption.
I'm not going to elaborate more. If you want to argue with me about it, by all means, go ahead.
The only reason that I used abortion in this story is bc this scene is going to be important to the story later on.
~Christie
(PS. Sorry this seems aggressive, but I'm actually quite passionate about this topic. I'm sorry if I offended you, but 8m not going to change my opinion.)
