Lost Boy; C.h.

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Cal - if your sensitive to miscarriages, then maybe skip this chapter

The airbag blew up in my face, as if it was some comment my uncle would say to me about my dating life when I was 15.

I was in shock and I felt my hearing slightly going, and be replaced with a faint ringing. My face was hurting, but I swerved, even though it was way to late. I looked to my right and saw Ryan.

Fuck.

My heart was already racing, but now it might just explode. What if she's not okay? SHES CARRYING MY CHILD! I put my arm on her shoulder, and shook. My vision going fuzzy, but I managed to grunt out a "Ryan?" Before I blacked out.

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I woke up in a hospital bed. I blinked away the drowsiness. Ryan.

I looked around the room ,panicky. My eyes set on the small figure to my right. It was Ryan and she was crying.

"Ryan?" I asked her gently, before she abruptly stopped her sobbing.

"How you feeling?" I choked. She paused for a moment before bursting into tears once more. My heart hurt. Obviously, we're in a super shitty situation. But the fact she was obviously hurt deeper than the surface made this so more real. Ryan was usually so optimistic in these situations. So I guess I have to replace her this time.

"At least we're alive?" I said sounding like a question. I wasn't very good at this whole optimistic mood. "We're both okay." I said, "I mean-"

"We lost the baby, Cal." She said right below a yell, giving me intense eye contact.

If we were being recorded, you would be able to pin-point the exact moment my heart split right in half.

My heart burst.

"Wuh-what?" I stuttered, what the fuck. She just kept staring at me, her pink cheeks stained with her drug-store mascara.

"No, this isn't happening," I said, with a full hearted frown. "Fuck! This isn't fucking happening. You're messing with me."

"Why the fuck would I joke about this? I wanted this baby with my whole heart. Now it just... slipped through my fingers." She said, holding her face in her hands, sobbing even harder. I tried to get up and hug my girlfriend, but I was hooked up to things I was too scared to mess with.

"It's my fault." I said. She looked up at me slowly.

"Shut the fuck up, it wasn't your fault. They hit you, it's their fault." She told me, "don't you say it's your fault." I felt my eyes brim with tears, and the hot liquid slowly trickled down my face.
She stood up, ripping out the tube-things attached to her. She was braver than me. She wiped my tears and sat next to me on my bed. I hugged her tightly and we both weeped into each others shoulders.

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Hi guys. Really short update, but that was my first update in a long time. I'm so sorry! My excuse is, I began to grow apart from my obsession with these four idiots. But I'm tryin to shove my way back in time for this new album. I'm so fucking excited. But again, I'm so sorry. And because I don't want to keep you guys waiting anymore, I will be ending this story in the near future. Yeah, I know. But I can't have any more hiatuses, it may make some of you go insane, so this is just best. I will take my time to write it because you guys deserve a well ended story, and it will be coupled with an epilogue.

Bye friends!

Greta