Love gone wrong

Chapter 2

This is bad. This is so bad!

I yell at myself as I vomit into the toilet. Cassandra is pounding on the bathroom door, I hear her as if from a distance. My head is throbbing. "Cassandra I'm fine hold on!"

I try to yell, my voice hoarse."Are you sure?" Rolling my eyes I wash my hands and mouth. I wipe the vomit that didn't make it to the toilet, Thankful my mom refilled a cabinet with wipes. "I'll be out in a second!" Dizzy I finish up cleaning and stumble out the bathroom.I come face to face with a very worried looking Cassandra."Did you eat something bad?" She asked as she helps me to my black and white chair. It rocks back and forth soothing me.

"I think it was that yogurt I ate an hour ago," Just the thought of food makes me want to vomit again.

"Food poisoning?" Cassandra is freaking out now, wanting to take me to the hospital. We argue until finally I give in but ask to take me in a couple of hours if I don't start to feel better. An hour passes by slowly, but I don't go to the hospital. I bear with the pain and vomit. Gradually after a couple of hours i stop feeling anything, For which im thankful for.

Curled up in a ball, Darkness tugs at my vision. I let it take me, I feel myself fall into an abyss. I don't come to until much later. I blink but still can't see anything but faint shapes.I realize someone must have moved me from the chair I fell asleep on to my bed. Reaching over to my nightstand I turn on the light and catch sight of a small folded paper on the chair I was on.

Its a Note. I'd recognize Adam's writing anywhere.

                                 I came to see you but you were fast asleep, I didn't want to wake you up.

                                                                                                                                         Love you

                                                                                                                                           Adam

I grab my car keys and quickly change into blue jeans and a black tank top. Disgusted with myself I drive to the pharmacy. Two miles later I'm face to face with two pregnancy test boxes.

Wanting to cry I grab three boxes that have two in one and purchase them. I pull up to my drive way, fear and anger blinding me. I grab the brown paper bag and head straight to the bathroom. It's only been maybe four weeks? Maybe five since I've last had sex. 

Four minutes pass by, I'm waiting for all six little testing sticks to show Either two lines for positive or one long line for negative.

I don't get  a chance to look, my phone rings.

"Hello?"

"Hey," Damn it's cole. I forgot to check the collar I.D

Shaking I check the tests. I hold all six sticks in my hand. I taste blood and salt on my lips.

oh god.

"Chloe are you okay?

Am I okay? I don't know. Cole is yelling off in the distance. The little sticks sprawled around the floor.

I pull myself together and grab the phone. "Yea, I'm here."

"What's going on? your worring me!"

"I'm totally fine babe."

I throw away the sticks. Cole can't know. Adam can't know. Neither will know of this.