She's Kind of a Disaster

26- Don't Tell Jesse

In the next 24 hours, I take ten more pregnancy tests. They all come up positive.

I don't know what my next step is. I don't know where to go from here. All I'm doing is spending a hundred dollars on pregnancy tests and I will keep buying them until one of them tells me that I'm not pregnant. Eventually, Bella stops letting me leave the apartment to go back to the convenience store for more tests.

"Listen, okay, let's move on to the next steps here," Bella suggests after blockading the front door for me to leave. "Wren, you are pregnant. We have to deal with that now. You have to go to a doctor. You schedule an appointment with the health center and I'll go get us some lunch. Will you be okay on your own for just half an hour?"

I nod and walk over to the kitchen table where my laptop is sitting. "Yeah."

"Good. So make the appointment," She instructs me. "Your parents will get a bill but just tell them that you went for the flu or something."

"Okay."

"Okay," She sighs. "I'm leaving now. Does Chinese sound good?"

"Yeah."

"Alright. Call me if you need anything," Bella adds just before she leaves the apartment. Just as she told me to do, I look up the number to the health center and I call them.

"Student Health Center, how may I help you?" The lady answers the phone.

"I need to make an appointment," I tell her in a soft, tired voice. I couldn't sleep at all last night so today, I'm absolutely exhausted.

"Okay, sure, can I get your name?"

"Um. Wren Bishop."

"Why are you scheduling an appointment with us today, Miss Bishop?" Is her follow-up question.

"I, uh, I think that I might be pregnant," The words feel slimy coming off of my tongue and they leave a disgusting film in my mouth like I just vomited up garbage.

"Okay, so we have an opening on Tuesday at one o'clock," She informs me after a little bit of typing on her end.

"That works," I say. I have stats at two on Tuesday but this is more important than that. "Thank you."

"Be sure to bring your student ID and health insurance card with you for your appointment," She reminds me. "Is there anything else that I can do for you today?"

"No. Thanks," I say again and then I hang up the phone. That was quick and now what do I do until Bella gets back? I should go get another pregnancy test. The next one could be negative. Maybe it's just something with my urine, I'm sick or something and that makes the pee turn the test positive even though I'm not actually pregnant.

With my laptop right here though, I search it up and turns out, false positives on pregnancy tests are extremely rare.

I know that in the end, I only have three options here. Raise a child, adoption, or abortion.

Bella thinks that abortion is the best choice here because there's no way that I can go nine months without my parents finding out that I'm pregnant. And then how would I pay for the doctor visits, the hospital time, without them finding out? I can't pay for it without their health insurance.

Raising a child is completely out of the picture too. Not only because I don't want a child right now (or ever) and I would be a terrible, unstable parent, but because the thought of spending the rest of my life with either one of the possible fathers makes me feel even more sick to my stomach.

At the doctor's office on Tuesday, they'll draw my blood and be able to tell me how far along I am which means that I'll be able to figure out which one really is the father but I wouldn't want either one of them raising my child. Somebody as selfish as Clay or somebody as brute and crass as Shaw.