Evie's POV
I heard my phone vibrating from my shelf. I tried to ignore it but it wouldn't stop.
Who would even call me at this time?
I looked at the number and it was unknown.
"Hello? Who's this?"
"Evie it's me, look. Remember the other day with Peter?"
"Yeah what abo..."
"Well I was really ill this morning and it's probably nothing but I'm just so paranoid I mean what if it's his baby? What the fuck am I going to do?"
I heard her voice beginning to break over the phone. "Okay, would you like me to come over? Would that help in any way"
"Yes, it would thank you. I'll text you my address."
"In a bit."
I ended the call and sighed. Why am I involved in this? I barely know the girl and honestly I can't be bothered with drama.
I tied my hair in a loose bun and walked to her house a few blocks away.
Before I even touched the doorbell, the door swung open. There she stood, with tears running down her face holding a pregnancy test.
"I'm pregnant."
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Mummy's Little Girl
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