Stay With Me

chapter four

One week later
Eva

I lay in bed with a trash can next to me, I feel like I'm going to throw up again.

Yep it's coming up, I quickly sit up and lean over the trash can, throwing up stomach acid damn near.

I've been so sick for the last few days.

All my friends went back to LA about a week ago. I haven't talked to any of them, and I miss them so much.

Brittany comes into my room and quickly hands me some water and medicine.

She also give me a small cup of mouthwash.

I wash out my mouth and spit the mouthwash into the trash can and throw away the cup, drinking the water and swallowing the pill.

She looks like there's something on her mind, "What's up Brittany?"

She cringes and says, "When I went to the store to get your medicine I picked something else up, actually a few things up."

I noted my eyebrows and waited for her to get to the point. I get really annoyed fast when I'm sick.

She hands me a magazine. Teen Vogue to be exact. And right on the cover of it is me and Cameron.

The picture is really good but it makes me sad that this was the day I made the worst mistake ever.

I never should've even hung out with him. I haven't spoken to him since then. I don't plan on talking to him for a long time, maybe never again.

I throw the magazine into the trash can, along with my puke. That's where it deserves to go.

I look back over at Brittany and she looks at me intimidated.

She hold up a small box, a pregnancy test?

"Brittany with the hell? I'm not pregnant" I roll my eyes and look away from her.

She sighs and pleads with me, "please just take it and we will know for sure. If your pregnant this changes everything, if your not then I'll never bring it up again, promise."

I snatch the box from her and walk into my bathroom, sitting on the toilet and open the package.

I read the instructions and then pee on the stick, I cap it and sit it on my counter.

I stand up and flush the toilet and wash my hands.

A part of me is really scared to see a positive sign on the stick. I mean the only person I've had sex with was jack.

I haven't slept with anyone else since we broke up, and he was definitely the last person I had slept with.

We were drunk as fuck, of course we didn't use protection. I stopped going in and getting my birth control shots when I moved here to New York.

Jesus, I'm only 20. I don't want to have a child, I especially don't want to have a baby with someone who I'm not with.

I glance down at the stick. Still nothing.

I'm getting anxious. What will I say? Who will I tell first, well obviously Brittany will be the first to know but still.

This makes me extremely irresponsible. Like irresponsible as fuck. Fucking around and accidentally getting pregnant is one of the scariest things ever.

My music career just took off I can't be pregnant, God please tell me I'm not with child.

I glance back down at the test and I see blue.

I quickly pick it up, 2 lines represents that I am pregnant and 1 line means I'm not pregnant.

I look down at the color again and I see...