Okay, so the only reason I wrote this is because pibrain made me so please don't hate because I'm not a writer and it's not very good :p. I apologize in advance. Here you go pibrain this is for you :)
Aceline's P.O.V.
I woke up with a start, my head spinning and my stomach following it's lead. I ran to the washroom and, before I knew what was happening, I bent over the toilet and emptied my stomach of last night's dinner.
What the hell is wrong with me?
As I tried to drag myself downstairs to the kitchen, I heard my mom calling us for breakfast.
Oh God. I gripped the railing even tighter. Just thinking about food right now made me feel sick. Okay, I already was sick, but the awful stench of bacon wafting towards the staircase made it twenty times worse.
Once I was finally able to reach the bottom of the stairs, I reluctantly made my way into the kitchen.
The smell of our breakfast was so nauseating to me this morning that I had to try as hard as I could not to plug my nose.
"Good morning Aceli-" my mother chirped then immediately stopped once she turned around and took in my appearence, which, judging by the expression on her face meant that I didn't look quite like Mrs. America at the moment.
"I'm lovin' the new look sis," Ryan smirked strolling into the kitchen.
"Ya, well I'm sick, what's your excuse?" I snapped back, not realizing what I had just said, or who was right beside me.
Oh shit.
"What?!" Mom cried worriedly, slapping on of her hands over my forehead. "You're sick? Do you have a fever? Are you dizzy? Maybe you should stay home today-"
I'm pretty sure she went on like this for another ten minutes. I'm not positive though because I had spaced out at that point. This is why I never tell my mom when I'm sick.
"Mom don't worry. I feel fine." I tried to reassure her, knowing thast I'd have to do a whole lot better than that.
"I don't care," she said matter-of-factly. "You're not going to school today."
I kept trying to make her let me go, but to no aveil. I hate missing school! Sure I'd get a day of from working, but it just means that I'll get double the work tomorrow. Frowny Face.
I dragged myself back up to my room feeling a wave of drowsiness hit me in the face like a brick wall. I gave into the feeling that was overwhelming my whole body now, and lied down on my bed, instantly being engulfed into a deep sleep.
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I woke up several hours later and no more but crawled to the washroom still feeling completely exhausted and out of sorts.
Huh. That's weird. I should have gotten my period a couple of days ago. I've never missed a period. A strange feeling tried to settle in the bottom of my stomach, but I immediately dismissed it.
Being as bored as I was, I decided to check my facebook. Of course. Not one person online. Ugghh! Why am I the only person not at school today?
Having nothing better to do, I was a little curious as to what I was so miserably sick with, so of course, I turned to my best friend... Goggle. I got to the webpage and started to type in my symptoms: Nausea, dizziness, exhaustion, missed period.
Search.......
When the search results were finished loading, my eyes widened and my jaw hit the floor.................... Morning sickness.
Why would I be experiencing morning sickness? Morning sickness only happens to pregnant women, right? I couldn't be pregnant unless I had se-
I stopped as memories of that night came flooding back into my mind. The night that took place only a couple of weeks before today. The night that could possible change my life forever.....
What am I saying? There's no way that I could possibly be pregnant. I would have realized it sonner. Wouldn't I have?
I decided to dismiss the idea and go to sleep, trying to push away the part of me deep inside telling me that it was possible.
I climbed into bed and closed my eyes falling into a restless sleep of nightmares and murderous faces.
No, only one face.
The same face every time.
I found myself trying to run away from it, but around every corner, her was there. Waiting for me with that monsterous grin spread across his face. Trapping me. The guy that I thought was my friend. The guy who took advantage of me and my body that night.
Zach.
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I woke up to the blarring sound of my alarm clock. Nausea overcame me again as I got myself out of bed, but I ignored it and got dressed. I skipped breakfast and ran out of the house disregarding my mothers objections.
I made my way down our street and detoured out to the drug store on the corner. When inside the front doors, I ducked out of the view of some kids I recognized from school and quickly speed walked up the stairs to the pharmacy section and slipped into the isle that held the do-it-yourself pregnancy tests.
I knew I had to do this. To prove myself wrong, and just for a little reassurance.
Not knowing why there were so many different kinds, I grabbed the first one I saw and all but sprinted to the check out counter.
The teenager working at the cash register gave me a strange, questioning and almost sympathetic look when I handed him my 'item', but at this point I didn't really give a shit. I just paid the kid and got the hell out of there.
After suffering my first period class, I decided that it was now or never and headed to the girls washroom on the second floor. Once safely locked inside the middle stall, I took the plastic stick-like device out of my pocket.
I'm not exactly sure how these things work but I understood the basics from reading the back of the package: first you pee on it (eww, gross I know). Then you wait a couple of minutes and you will either see a plus sign or a minus sign. A plus means you are pregnant and a minus means you're not.
I knew before even using it that it would be a minus. I would know if I was pregnant! But I bought it so I might as well just use it.
I used the device as directed, and then waited the dessignated time I was supposed to.
When the sign became visible I stared at the little piece of plastic. The piece of plastic that could ruin my life.
As I gazed at it in disbelief, I lost controll of my body as I slid down the side of the stall and on to the ground. Tears overtook my eyes blurring my vision but even when I closed my eyes, I could still see it. Perfectly clear. A little pink plus sign.
