What's Done is Done

Chapter 7

************1 WEEK LATER*************

I sat down on the toilet and peed on the little stick. 

As soon as I was done, I set the timer on my phone for 3 minutes. My heart was beating out of my chest and my hands were shaking. 

The timer rang. My chest felt constricted and I took a deep breath. I looked down. I saw a plus. I started hyper-ventilating. I broke down and started pacing the bathroom. I ran into my room and grabbed 3 water bottles and downed one on the way to the bathroom. The next one I chugged a little slower, and then pretty much had to  force myself to drink the third. I almost choked about 3,000 times. 

I went into my room, forgetting the box and I looked at myself in the mirror. I lifted up my shirt to reveal my stomach. I pinched the fat and rubbed my hand over my muffin top. As I said, I was not skinny.

There might just be a baby inside of me. That was a scary thought. That I might be responsible for another life. Soon enough I had to pee. I grabbed the box of pregnancy tests off my bed. I ran to the bathroom. While peeing on the stick I realized I had more than Dylan to tell. 

Sharla. Crap. She'll think I used her just for help with the baby. 

While the timer was counting down, I called Sharla in tears.

"Hello?"

"Sharla?" I said sobbing now.

"What's wrong Carly?"

"I did something.Something I really regret." I sobbed into the phone.

"Carly, I can hardly understand you...I'll be home in a few minutes, we'll talk then." And she hung up. The timer rung and I checked the stick. Another plus.

I sank down to the cold floor and put my head in between my knees. My shins were sticky against the cold tile. I shut off hte light letting the shadows fill the corners once again. I ran a hand through my hair and let shivers run down my spine when it touched the cold wall. A few minutes later, I heard Sharla's car pull into the driveway. I put the pregnancy tests in my pocket, put the box in my room, and ran down stairs. 

Sharla grabbed me and gave me a hug. She pulled out 2 chairs from the kitchen table and told me to sit. 

"What's going on Carly?" 

"Sharla, I did something. S-something I'm not really proud of." 

"Carly... what did you do?"

"Listen, let me just tell you this happened a week ago. One week to be exact. I don't want you thinking other wise."

"Okay...Carly tell me now. I'm getting nervous."

"You know Dylan?"

"Yeah..." She said suspiciously.

"Well last Saturday...we...we..."

"SPIT IT OUT CARLY." I was startled. I didn't know she could be so loud.

"Me and Dylan had sex and I don't know if he wore a condom." I blurted out like rapid fire. I immediateyl broke down into my hands. 

"What?!" Sharla stood up. I reached into my sweater pocket and threw the pregnancy tests on the table. Sharla sat down again.  "Carly... how could you do this? After everything I've given you. After everything I've done for you."

"I'm so sorry Sharla." 

"Carly...you have a freaking baby inside you. Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"As I said, it happened a week ago. But when I missed my period, I got suspicious and bought a test. I'm so sorry Sharla." Sharla took a deep breath in and out.  She statred pacing the area behind her chair, my eyes following her.