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"Good morning" Wilmer murmured as my heavy eyes fluttered open. A soft smile braised my lips as I felt soft kisses trailing along my shoulder.

I bit my lip, God he was difficult to resist. "What's for breakfast?" I asked, at that moment it felt as if all of my worries didn't exist. I had a just woken up, and right now everything seemed perfect.

Wilmer sucked in a strained breath before rolling onto his back, stretching out his arms before relaxing. "You?"

A blush rose upon my cheeks, "Hmm..." I trailed off before my stomach dropped. I was screaming inside. I knew where this was leading to but I couldn't bring myself to make him stop. My breathing sped up a bit as his lips trailed across my chest. I wanted him so bad but I couldn't. I gripped his hair in between my fingers. As he was sucking and kissing on one of my boobs, one of his hands trailed itself down my side and crept it's way between my legs. Suddenly the events of the day before came back to me. I had an abortion, and Wilmer didn't know.

I visibly tensed up as Wilmer backed off a bit. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I have to get to class" I excused myself, pulling the duvet off of my body and rolling out of the bed.
I was quick to dress myself, even my tight jeans went on faster than usual as I was desperate to just get out of the room.

"Demi-"

I cut him off, "I'll see you later Wilmer, I have class."

It wasn't long before I had rushed out the door of Wilmer's house and made my way to my car before he could offer to drive me. The guilt was eating away at me. It made me feel sick to my stomach.

..

It was lunch time, and I was cramming last minute because in two hours so I had to study, and with everything going on the past few days I just haven't had time to study. Even right now I couldn't concentrate. Even with music I couldn't focus. Why is this bothering me? I thought that it will make me feel better that Wilmer didn't have to worry about this. My right leg was shaking vigorously as I was trying to read over the notes I took on William Shakespeare's, Othello.

Suddenly a tap on my shoulder made me jolt. I jerked my head in fright, only to have my anxieties worsen when I saw that it was Jeremy.

"Demi, are you okay?" I got up out of my chair and backed away from him.

"You need to leave me alone" I warned.

"Why?"

"Get away from me" I said trying not to make a scene, but somewhat hoping someone would notice my distress. He came closer to me, gripping my right wrist.

"Come on Dems, I'm sorry, please take me back." He begged, although his eyes were empty.

I struggled to get my hand out of his grip. "No"

"Baby-"

He was cut off. "Hey, what's going on here?" The headmaster said, marching his way up to Jeremy and I. Jeremy backed off and let my hand go within seconds of noting the headmasters arrival.

"Mister, we were just talking" Jeremy said as an excuse that didn't work.

"It sure don't look like it, come with me to my office Jeremy" The man of authority said as Jeremy narrowed his eyes at me.

As the headmaster turned around and started walking, he noticed that Jeremy wasn't following him, he turned back towards us. "Now" He ordered, Jeremy starting to walk away from me finally.

I quickly grabbed my stuff and rushed to Algebra 101. This was my second-to-last class of the day, thank God. I usually had the answers to ever question Ms. DeBenideto asked, but today I was to preoccupied to focus on the questions asked to the classroom of about 120 students. I was too busy focusing on studying for this stupid test before a notification came through on my phone. 'New email from wvalderrama@ucla.com.edu'. I opened it and refrained from letting out a frustrated grunt as I read the message.

'Attention everyone, today's test will be postponed until further notice and class will also be cancelled. Thank you' Was all that it read. I was annoyed at how he just cancelled after I had been stressing all day, but kind of relieved that I could just go back to his house after this class.

I texted Wilmer that I was going to be at his soon, I needed to drop in to get some pain medication as I was starting to get cramps. He didn't respond to my message, I guess he wasn't really bothered. He probably assumed I was getting pills for my cramps, and we weren't at the level of talking about my menstrual cycle yet.

..

When I arrived at his house, I took out the spare key that Wilmer had given me a few weeks ago, and opened the door.

"Hey baby" I said seeing Wilmer at the dinning table.

"Remind me again what you did yesterday?" Wilmer questioned as I closed the door behind me. My heart began beating rapidly as I tried to act casual. There was no way that he could know about this, there was no way.

I bit the inside of my cheek softly as I felt the tears rise to my eyes. My body was deceiving me, doing everything I was ordering it not to. "I had lunch with my family."

"Where?" I didn't answer, my arms beginning to shake as it felt as if my entire body was going numb. "My Choice Abortion Clinic?"

The tears streamed down my face as Wilmer looked into my soul. His eyes were blank, emotionless, and I had never seen them like that before. "Wilmer, I-"

"Get out." He said, not breaking eye contact with me. I didn't move, I couldn't move. "God dammit!" He hissed, slamming his closed fist against the wall.

I jumped. It felt like a bigger jump than it actually was. Maybe it was more of an anxious jolt. "Calm down!" I sobbed, my voice cracking as I snapped.

Wilmer narrowed his eyes, "Get your stuff. Your clothes, whatever else you have here. Get it all, and leave. Don't be here by the time I get back"

I couldn't stop the older man as he stormed past me. I thought I had done the right thing. The door to his home slammed shut before the engine of his car started. Moments later he sped away with nothing more than his phone and wallet.

There was nothing more I could do in that moment. I felt numb inside, my body dragging itself over to the closet where I kept my belongings for when I stayed with Wilmer. I pulled out my duffel bag from the corner and began pulling my clothes down from the coat hangers. Dresses and jackets that he had gifted me falling into the grey bag as the tears continued to cascade down my face. I couldn't breathe. I began gasping for air as my body shook. The sobs wrecking my body as I held a piece of fabric against my face, sobbing into it in an effort to calm myself. It wasn't working. In that moment, it felt as if I was never going to be able to fix any of this.