Stained

Chapter 14

He faces the front as if pretending that never happened. "Where do you live?" He asks.

"I don't live far. I'll show you. It's—."

"Just give me the fucking address." I flinch at the venom in his tone but brush it off and give him the address with a loud huff. I just want to be away from him and in the comfort of my own bed.

Less than a minute later, my phone rings again. This time I'm able to check the screen: it's Hannah, again. She never rings consistently. Worry prickling my chest, I instantly answer the phone.

"Hi." I try to keep my voice calm and low. I hope everything's ok and she's only been calling me repeatedly to tell me something stupid like wanting to colour her hair green.

I freeze when I hear a muffled sob. "Hey what's wrong? " I ask in what I hope is a soothing tone and not panic. Which is probably an understatement over what I'm currently feeling.

Hannah's always happy and never really cry's, the most I've seen her cry in the ten plus years I've known her is when her boyfriend cheated on her. "You're scaring me."

"I'm pregnant," she sobs even louder.

I gasp and bring a hand to my mouth. Her and Hayden broke up a month ago.

"Are you sure? They can be wrong sometimes." I hope it's wrong. For her sake, I hope it's wrong. She's only seventeen!

She's full-on sobbing now. "I only bought one! I can't exactly tell my dad to go buy me a pregnancy test."

I can't stand her crying. "I thought you were on the pill?" I whisper. She was very upset after her break up with Hayden and could have easily forgotten to take them because of the stress. I know because I was there when she cried her eyes out for two weeks straight and hardly ate. But, she had arguments with him in the past and always took her pills on time.

"I'm coming over and bringing some more. Ok?"

She sniffs. "You don't have to. I'll go to the doctors tomorrow."

"I'm not letting you go through this alone." I would never let her cry her eyes out alone, that's the worst feeling ever. I've been through it — still go through it — so I won't ever let her go through it when she has me.

Damien's on the main road leading to my house now. "I'll be there soon. I need you to calm down though. "

She slowly inhales then exhales and I find myself calming a little, but I know I won't fully be relaxed until she's ok ."Ok. I love you."

"I love you." I hang up, and on instinctive, put my phone in my pants. I curse myself because I know I won't be able to take it out again.

I look out the passenger window and spot McColls. "Just drop me off here, I need to go to a friend." We're past the drug-dealing street so it's safe for me now. But he doesn't stop.  "Damien?" I turn in my seat. "I need to buy something from the shop." Why am I explaining myself to him?

He shifts gears harshly. "Have you seen the fucking time? You can see your boyfriend tomorrow. "

I fix him with a hard stare, despite his focus being on the road. "Who do you think you are telling me where I can and can't go?" Wait did he say, boyfriend? He thinks I was talking to my boyfriend?

Damien shakes his head and scoffs. Are you actually kidding me?

"Damien stop the car, " I demand.

"I'll drive you to your boyfriend's house."

" I don't need you to, I'll take the bus. We're past the drug dealing place anyway." I start to gather my stuff with one hand. "Just drop me off here, I need to go to the shop first."

"Have you seen the fucking time? " he repeats like I didn't hear him the first time.

"Yes, I am perfectly capable of reading the time, Damien. " I roll my eyes. I realise I've probably rolled my eyes at him more in one day than I have in my entire life.

Damien's lips quirk up slightly, but it disappears as soon as it came, making me think I imagined it. "I'll take you to the shop. You can get whatever you need and then I'll drive you to your boyfriends." He emphasises the word boyfriend with malice.

I don't bother correcting him. I've never had a boyfriend and don't plan to ever have one either. He doesn't need to know that though. Doesn't need to know that my scars run deeper than the ocean.

"No thank you. Just stop here please," I say nicely, hoping the change of tone will make him listen to me.

"And I said I'll drive you," he retorts.

He's starting to get on my nerves now. " I won't give you the address, " I cross my arms over my chest but regret it when sparks of pain fly up my arm.

"Careful." Damien grabs my upper arm and lightly pulls my arm away. His eyes flit to it then mine before focusing on the road again. "Do you want me to take you to the hospital instead?"

My body seizes up with panic. "No!" I shout a bit too loudly and Damien's eyes widen from the sudden outburst.

"I mean. I'm fine. I'll go to the doctors tonight. When you go to the hospital they ask you if you went to them first anyway." I pull his hand off mine.

I'll accept defeat just this one time because Hannah needs me."Take me to the nearest shop first please." I sag into the seat with a sigh.

Since we missed McColls, Damien drives us to Asda. He parks on the side street and I take my coat off from around my waist because I know I won't be able to keep tying it when it becomes loose around my hips.

I open the car door. "I'll just be a minute." I don't bother sparing him a glance before getting out of the car.

Once inside, I go straight to the row where the pregnancy tests would be. It's not big Asda, but thankfully they have the pregnancy tests here.

I'm reading the back of the pregnancy test when I hear a deep voice. "Rose."

I jump, startled. The test drops from my hand and I twist around, only to stumble back a step when I see Damien standing in a black hoody with the hood drawn. His dark brows are knitted together with confusion as he looks at me, then down at the pregnancy test at my feet.  Shock as bright as day instantly replaces the confusion and he looks up at me with wide bulging eyes.