Lost Boy; C.h.

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Calum

Ryan puked again and left me alone with her dad. I mean Daryl is typically a kind man... but since he knows about me and his daughter, I think, it might be kind of awkward. We kind of just sat in silence and avoided eye contact.

After the longest 10 minutes of my life, Ry and her mum left the bathroom.  Her mum slipped her shoes on quietly snuck out through the front door. I wondered where she was going, but telling my the drained expression on Ryan's face, she wasn't in the mood to talk about it. So I didn't ask.

Her dad however didn't pick up on what I did.

"What happened in there?" He asked. She shook her head no a few times and looked at her lap. I discreetly placed my hand on her thigh and gave her a light squeeze, as a signal that after whatever happened, she'll be okay.

For the next ten minutes, we all sat silently and avoided eye contact. But then soon enough, Karen returned with a small shopping bag. She kind of signaled Ryan toward the bathroom? I'm confused. Ryan looked scared but got up and followed her into the bathroom once again.

I'm alone with Daryl again.

What could they be doing?

Ryan

It's go time.

I'm scared but excited. Nervous but excited.

My mom gave me the box with my test inside. She gave me a reassuring smile before leaving the room. I locked the door, and turned the box around.

Then I realized I didn't have my period this month.

Please no.

I shook my head and read the directions on the back of it.  I carefully read the directions.

Two lines means pregnant; one line means not pregnant.

I took a deep breath and sat on the toilet after pulling down my pants and underwear. But then I had a hard time following the directions.

Just pee on the fucking stick!

I told myself those words. Eventually I did. I flushed, cleaned, and pulled my clothes back up. I placed the test on the counter and washed my hands. Now I have to wait 5 minutes.

Tick tock tick tock...

Can't time go any faster?

Then the five minutes was up. Ryan had a hard Tim actually looking at it.

You could be a mom.

She picked the rest up in her hands, then looked at the window.

Positive.