Mr Blue and me...

It's my fault

The rest of the week passed by quickly, but most importantly, quietly. Anthony and I saw each other 2 times, each one in his office.

The next week came and I was a little down. I assumed it's because I'm waiting for my period so I wasn't worried, but today is the third day I'm late and I'm freaked. It's always on time, I never had trouble with my period before. I decide to call the doctor and arrange an appointment immediately. Luckily, he has time for me this afternoon. After the last lecture of the day, I go to the doctor...

After a several minutes we're done and I go to his office to learn the diagnosis

"So, miss Cara, everything is good!" the doctor says when he sits down

"Yeah?? So why is my period late? I never had any trouble..." I ask confused

"Well, u have a tiny human growing inside u"he answers smiling and I freeze

"What?"

"U're pregnant, miss Cara!"

"How?"

"I think we both know..."

"Yeah ok, but I mean...we use condoms and if not, I take my birth control!"

"Sometimes neither of these work...It just happens!"He explains and I start panicking

"Can I have an abortion?" I ask

"Of course! U've been pregnant for only 2 weeks, so u have plenty of time to think about it. We're legally allowed to perform an abortion till the first trimester, but there are other options too

"Yeah ok...well thank u, I'll call u when I'm be ready" I say and get up. He gives me a copy of my blood test and the diagnosis, and I get out of his office. I pay at his secretary and I leave the clinic

I get into my car and stare in front of me. My first thought is to call my dad, but then I change my mind and call Anthony

"Hey babe, how did it go?" he asks when he picks it up

"Where are u?"

"On my way home. Everything okay?" he asks worried

"We need to talk..."

"Tell me!"

"Not now, in person..."

"Alexa tell me what the hell is going on now!" he demands, sounding scared

"I'm pregnant..."I blurt out and the last thing I hear is a big crush

"Anthony??" I ask but I don't get an answer

"Anthony?" I ask again shouting. When I don't get a reply, I realize what happened. I immediately call the police and tell them his phone number so they can trace him. After that, I start driving to the nearest hospital to wait for them. On the way, They call me from the hospital to tell me I'm his emergency contact and that they're on their way

"I fucking know that! I was the one who called the police and I'm coming too!" I reply and then I throw my phone on the back seat. After a couple of minutes, I arrive at the emergency room and so does the ambulence

"Hey Hey! Is he ok?" I run to the paramedics and ask them

"Please, step away ma'am!" A paramedic tells me

"Don't fucking tell me to step away! I'm the one who called the police! I'm his emergency contact! I deserve to see if he's ok!" I yell with tears falling down my cheeks

"We have it under control" He continues as he tries to hold me back

"Anthony?" I yell as I try to pass through him