PAVEMENT | styles

viii.

i gulped before responding. "you're lying."

she giggled, looking down at her flat stomach. "just found out yesterday. thought i'd let you know. you're going to be a dad." 

i shook my head, my eyes closed. "get the hell out."

she made a pouty face. "is daddy having a bad day?" she laughed again, this time more hysterical.

"i said GET OUT!" i stammered, my fists cleching tighter. she shook her head.

"i can't do that. unless you wanna pay child support." she said, crossing her arms.

"the baby's not even born yet." i replied back, making a what? face. i stepped to the side of the door. "now can you please leave?" i asked, pointing my fingers out the door.

she suddenly dashed to the kitchen. i hurried after her. but it was too late. she had already grabbed a knife and was aiming it at her stomach.

"what're you doing?" i asked, fear in my voice. if she really was pregnant, i didn't want her to kill the baby.

"tell me you love me." she whispered. her hands were shaking.

i shook my head rapidly. "no."

"just tell me you love me or i swear to god, i'll do it." she managed. her body was shaking now, her eyes filled with tears. dark circles were under her eyes. 

"i can't do that. sorry. put the knife down." 

"NO!!!!!!" she screamed. i jumped, and i noticed the tears building and falling from her eyes.

"can someone just tell me they love me once in my lifetime?" she spoke. 

"what do you mean?" i asked, trying to reach for the knife so she wouldn't stab herself.

"i've loved several people, and they've never told me they loved me, even though i say it to them. even my parents. they ignored me. the guys i've dated. they've either cheated on me or dumped me. literally. that's why you found me on the side of the road."

it was all piecing together now.

"i don't know, i thought someone who was nice enough to take me in and give me a home would say they loved me back."

i sighed. she was opening up, telling me things i never knew about her. her body was still shaking, the knife still pointing at her stomach.

"but i guess not." she finished. she shrugged. "am i even good enough for anyone? no one loves me so....maybe they won't realize that i'm gone."

"what're you saying?" i asked, panic coating my tone. she laughed.

"thanks for being a good person. thanks for taking me in, taking care of me the first couple of nights. sorry i was such a bitch. i just wanted those three words."

my heart dropped into my stomach. no, tell me she wasn't about to -

"bye." 

and then, she stabbed the knife in her stomach. blood soaked her t-shirt and her body collapsed on the tile floor.

"no." i whispered, dashing to pick up her body. she had a smile on her lips, as if she saw something she liked before everything finished. her eyes were closed, her lashes wet with tears.

and i didn't even know her name.

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"is she okay, doctor?" i asked. the hospital room smelled of disenfectant. the walls were a soft blue. the girl lay in the hospital bed, her eyes closed. tubes and wires connected to her body, making some machines beep and blink. the doctor stood over her and tapped his clipboard.

"azalia francis. 23 years old, correct?" he asked me. her name. azalia. what a nice name.

i shook my head, my eyes closed. "uh...yeah."

"she's doing well. we stitched up the knife wound and stopped the bleeding. she'll be better in 3 days tops." he said, walking out the room.

"wait!" i shouted, grabbing his wrist. he turned back around.

"did she kill the baby?" i asked. the doctor looked down at his clipboard.

"according to her file, she was never pregnant."

and then he left me in the room. 

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