Unpredictable Love II

Chapter 107

Chapter 107

Karleigh's POV

When I come to, two pairs of eyes are glued on me. Dr. Pope and Mom.

"Pregnant?" I scoff.

Mom nods in confirmation and Dr. Pope looks uneasy.

"That's impossible. Michael and I have never..." I trail off unsure of how to finish my sentence. My Mom flinches at the mention of Michael. I mean, I know she doesn't like him, but you'd think she'd be glad to hear that we haven't gone all the way yet, although he's been trying to pressure me into it more often lately.

"The baby isn't Michael's." Dr. Pope says confidently.

I nearly vomit at his words, of course it's Michael's, who's else could it possibly be? "There's got to be some sort of mistake." I insist.

"Harry, is the father." Mom blurts.

My head snaps over to her, and her blue eyes are paralyzed on mine. "What?" I manage to speak.

"He doesn't know." Dr. Pope tells me.

I scoff at the two of them. "Of course he doesn't know, I didn't even know! You know why? Because I don't even know him!" My sentence gets louder with each word.

"Karleigh you must understand, you've endured some serious head trauma. You've been unconscious for three months and you've lost a lot of memory as a side effect. You can't expect to remember who you did and didn't know prior to this accident." Dr. Pope gently tells me.

"This can't be right." I whisper, still in denial.

"We've run two tests and both confirm your pregnancy." He murmurs. "You're fourteen and a half weeks along, which means you were pregnant before your accident." Dr. Pope adds.

I feel as if I could slip back into that coma at any minute. My body isn't ready for all of this that they're trying to force upon me. I shake my head slowly, not wanting to accept my fate.

"He cannot know." I whisper, more to myself but I know that they hear me. "Keep him away from me." I beg my Mom. Her eyes flash with worry over to Dr. Pope, but she nods reluctantly.

"When can I go home?" I whisper, closing my eyes.

"Tomorrow morning." Dr. Pope says assuringly.

"I want to be alone." I plea, my voice shaky and my eyes still closed. Neither of them says another word, they both just stand and shuffle out of the room, my door closing behind them.

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"Where's all my stuff?" I ask for the hundredth time since we've been preparing for me to leave.

"Honey, you didn't really have any stuff, you came straight from the accident..." Aunt Jocelyn reminds me.

I roll my eyes at her and hesitantly sit down in the wheelchair that's been placed in my doorway. Apparently they think I'm not yet capable of walking to my car? I don't fucking know, frankly, I just want to go home.

Mom comes up behind my wheelchair and starts pushing me out to the car, which is waiting out front for us. A nice young gentle man approaches my wheelchair and extends his arm to help me stand.

I scoff at him and stand on my own, just to prove how independent I am. Aunt Jocelyn giggles at my motions from nearby, and I climb into the backseat of her Prius.

The Hot Chili Peppers begins to blare from Aunt Jocelyn's radio and I cock my head to the side slightly. I'm feeling an odd sense of déjà vu that I can't really put my finger on.