chapter 2 (morning after)

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The next morning ,7 am I felt quezzy again. I thought this would be over by now it's been going on for a week. Maybe it's just mornings. I jolted to the rest room and puked in the porcelain bowl again.
I was there for a good 5 miniutes. Guess this means we will have to become Better friends. ( even though I'd rather not) I thought about what could have caused this and started thinking back. After recounting the events my mind jumped to the thought of pregnancy. The signs added up. I ran to our bathroom cubards and ransacked them for the pregnancy tests my mom had got me during the 3rd month of mine and arrons time together.
After 5 minutes of throwing things around I found them and took one. Results...positive. mixed feelings rushed over me as I stared at the addition sign on the little screen. I slowly walked down the stairs ready to tell arron and my mother the new discovery but still thought about how they would take the news.
Thoughtlessly I called for arron thinking I should tell him first. "Arron!" .... no response.
My heart dropped. Not because of the new discovery but because arron didn't respond. I mean I knew he was mad at me but he still would have responded. He was good about that even if it was just witty come backs.
I was going to apologize for the argument last night to but thinking about that added to my anxiety.
Something has happened, I could feel it. When I did run down stairs thinking it could be settled and everything would be normal again it was a short lived idea. "Arron!.... Arron!" No man in sight.
I got to the kitchen and saw mom cooking breakfast. "Mom, hay have you seen arron?" " he didn't respond to my call and that's odd for him." Mom replied," arron? "With a puzzeled look.
"Who's that honey ? I don't know of any arrons? Are u dating someone and not telling me?" It's even weirder that my mom said that because she Dose NOT have dementia and he's been living here for 3 years.
My mom looked at me confused as I rushed for my cell on the coffee table to call him. Dambit my phones dead! The charger glitches. Mom's face got more puzzled as I rushed out the door in my red and black plaid pj pants and black tank top with lace on the bottom and neck line.
I was going to find him. The car was here which means he's on foot. He couldn't have gotten far. I have to both apologize and let him know if of his lineAge occupying my insides. I ran down the street frantically screaming his name probably looking crazy and thinking I could find him.
I got half way through my neighborhood and noticed a playground that hadent been there before. It dawned on me that this whole entire thing could b a dream. I hope to a higher power that that is the case here. After looking through three neighborhoods and partially down our main road I felt my legs weeken, my breath turned into a pant and then I fell to the ground.
tears firework from my eyes and then everything went black.

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