The Unexpected

The Stick.

Everything is ruined.

My life is ruined.

This can't be.

How did this happen to me?

How am I going to tell my mother?

All the things I said and asked myself as I contemplated my life and where I went wrong so badly to end up like this, in this situation. This is not the life my mother wanted for me, that I wanted for myself. I planned to have a future. A future that would make my mother happy to know her daughter had secured the future she wished for but couldn't have. A future she planned for me, vowing that I would never end up in her position. My future, all gone in the matter of three bloody minutes.

I starred at the stick. my eyes glued, unable to move from all the pain compressed in my heart. "me? pregnant? God Forbid." I told myself as a tear fell from my watery frozen eyes. The idea of carrying a tiny, little embryo inside of me for nine months was not settling inside of my head. I had no idea of how to look after a baby, nor even carry a baby. How am I supposed to look after a child?

I'm pregnant. Deep down I knew it, with all the throw-ups in the early morning while brushing my teeth and my boobs feeling sore, I knew it but ignored it. if I ignored it it would go away, I thought. God knows I was wrong. it never left me; it just got worse. Much, much worse that I couldn't bear it. throw-ups upon throw-ups , thinking no one will notice and no one would care. I was wrong again.

Alysha had noticed. I guessed she noticed the silent throw-ups and a change in my figure, although I thought I was good at hiding it.

"take the test," she told me.

Those three  word made my whole word  turn black and white before my very own eyes,not expecting it from someone I loved so dearly.

"just take the bloody test, Ada."

my whole world fell like a shattered glass in the matter of seconds, just seconds that were irreplaceable. "What was I to do?" i thought to myself.

*fuck with me and get some money* my phone rang as i was quickly brought back to my reality. I  peered at the phone screen that displayed No Caller ID. I picked it up with no hesitation, wondering who could possibly be calling me at this time. The wrong time.

"Yo Babes i've been calling you still, have you been airing me?"

Tyrese, of course.