*****MATURE AND SEXUAL CONTENT WILL BE PRESENT IN VARIOUS CHAPTERS OF THIS STORY*****
Adalynne Marie Rivers- Friends call her Addie, 19 years old, living in LA, has a sister named Madalynne (Maddie). Lives on her own in an apartment, is kind of a lo...
I stare at the plus signs in front of me, before sinking down to the floor and crying into my knees.
"Sis, is everything okay in there?" Maddie yells from the other side of the bathroom door. "No Maddie, my life is over! I'm fucked, they are all positive!" I yell back through my sobs. "Open the door for me Addie" she says in a whisper.
I find the strength to pull myself up off of the floor and slowly scoot my way to the bathroom door. I unlock it and let Maddie in.
"Oh sis, I am so sorry! I'll be here to help you the whole way through, no matter what you decide to do. We're in this together Ads" Maddie speaks, embracing me in a hug. This only makes my sobs grow louder as thoughts swirl around in my head.
"What do I do? How do I tell Justin? Do I tell Justin? This will ruin both of our careers!" I say through my tears as I rest my head on my sister's shoulder.
"It's completely up to you on what you do from here on out Addie. You can keep it, abort it, give it up for adoption. Whatever you think is best for you. I personally would tell Justin, but that's your decision too. No one but you can decide what's best for you" Maddie comforts me.
After an hour of wallowing in the bathroom on Maddie's shoulder and her rubbing my back and comforting me, Maddie gets up and leaves. Once she's gone, I pick myself up off of the floor and decide to post a picture on instagram to let everyone know that I'm okay.
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adalynnemarierivers: My clubbing day turned rough, but I'm alive and things will get better! Much love to my sister @madalynneraynerivers for coming over and taking care of me when I had to leave the club early! Love you to the moon and back <3
After posting the picture on instagram, I decide not to stay online and wait for the comments to pour in. Instead I grab a tub of ice cream and curl up with a blanket on my sofa, eating my sorrows away and trying to ignore the churning in my stomach. As I sit and eat my peanut butter cup ice cream, I debate on whether I should tell Justin about my pregnancy.
I mean it is his baby, there's no other possibility. But in all fairness, I don't even know what I'm going to do with the baby yet and I hardly know Justin at all. I've literally known the guy for only a few days. GOD I'm such a slut! I begin to cry again, thinking about the situation makes me so emotional.
Eventually I fall asleep, still drowning in my tears and sorrow..
