FuR (Royce)

-31-

Tapping my pencil nervously, I listened to Mrs. Jones do attendance.

Gosh I hate Biology!

Chres hasn't came back to school in weeks and I haven't been speaking to any of his family.

He left me some crazy voice mails, which made me scared, not only for myself, but for my life period.

"Jacob, call me back please."

"Please pick up Jacob, I'm sorry."

"Pick up!"

"Your making me go insane, PICK UP THE PHONE!"

"I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU, PICK UP THE PHONE!!!"

"I didn't mean it...."

"Jacob Perez, pick up the GOD DAMN PHONE!"

"I will fuck you up, don't play with me!"

"I'm outside your house."

"Don't make me fucking break in, I'm not playing!!"

"ANSWER ME!!"

"I can't live without you speaking to me, please call me back..."

"I've been crying 12 hours straight, please pick up."

"Don't hurt Riley, I never meant it."

"I'm running away."

"Take care of our child for me."

"I love you Jacob. I'll miss you."

This shit hurts so bad, I don't even know what's going on with him.

I feel like I'm torn, where am I suppose to go?

What am I suppose to do?

No one even knows about my pregnancy, and I really wanna keep it that way.

My mom had been asking questions on what happened, but I can't tell her.

I'm just stuck in a rock and a hard place.

I have no idea how long it's been, but it feels like ages.

Is there a way out?

What now?

"Chresanto? Chresanto August?" My teacher called out. "Anyone spoken to him?"

"This is the fifth week he hasn't shown up, has anyone talked to him?!"

Five weeks huh? Damn, time flys by so fast. I'm three weeks pregnant now.

I sighed, feeling tired and nauseated.

It's like this vomit thing won't go away!

Filling out the notes that were now on the board, I felt myself getting more and more light headed.

"Mrs. Jones, may I be excused?" I felt my stomach churn, out of nausea and nervousness.

"Sure honey." She opened the door for me as I ran down the hallway to the bathroom, only to be pulled once again, into a supply closet.

Adjusting to the dim lighting, I eventually focused on two faces:

Zonnique and Aubree.

"Hand me a bucket-" I managed.

They passed me a fairly large bucket, while I emtptied my insides out into the huge plastic piece of shit.

"What happened to Chresanto?!" Aubree worriedly asked. "We haven't seen him in two weeks."