Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
I groan in annoyance before yawning as I try to push myself from my soft sheets. It's hard to do since my little Ki-Ki kept me up until 1 a.m.
Diana rustles beside me, her head covered by the duvet and she turns onto her stomach pulling the sheet from me, a leg being exposed.
At least someone is sleeping peacefully in this noise.
The alarm continues to blare and I quickly reach over Diana to grab my phone off the nightstand. I rub my eyes before looking at the screen with squinted eyes.
3:30... Take the pill.
Shit. I think rushing from the bed.
Diana doesn't notice that I'm missing and continues to sleep as I feel my way through the darkness.
I manage to find my way to the bathroom room pulling up the door before flipping on the lights which sting my eyes. My eyes eventually get accustomed to the bright lights and I hurry, opening the mirror cupboard. I grab the morning after pill (Next Choice) and close the cupboard, taking out the pill from its box.
I pause, looking at the little pill resting in my palm. Do I really want to kill my potential baby?
I've been torn over this since yesterday. I was freaking out minutes after Dylan and I had that moment in the water and the haze of orgasmic bliss faded. Diana's voice had efficiently knocked us of it. She had caught us, even though her nearsightedness made it hard for her to see that far.
After that we had made ourselves presentable, Dylan took Diana while I ran to Georgiana in seek of some form of contraceptive since I know she always has some on her person. After getting knocked up as a teen, she's been Miss Protection and at that moment I was thankful.
She handed me the morning after from her bag, giving me the twice a year usage warning and told me that if I'm ovulating there's a possibility it won't work.
I still took the pill, thinking that my ovulation period was days away. Turns out yesterday was my peak ovulation period, meaning I could be pregnant and the pill might not have even worked.
I look up in the mirror, observing the bags under my eyes, the paleness in my complexion and the bird's nest on my head.
Now I'm debating taking the other pill. I know the pill won't harm the baby if the egg is already fertilized but I don't know, maybe I'm overthinking this. On one hand, I don't believe it's time for us to have another child with all the shit going down and the possibility of our baby being in danger but on the other hand, I don't want to be the mother that killed her or harmed unborn child... again.
As far as Georgie said, it's either the pill works or it doesn't since I'm ovulating. I've read up some stuff online to know that it won't harm the baby if it's already developing but you can't be too sure. At least this time I have Dylan with me, to help out with the child and protect him or her.
With that thought in mind, I take the pill swallowing it dry before washing it down with a little tap water.
It's up to fate what happens now... Baby or no baby, we'll still have each other.
I tell myself that it'll be alright and I'm going back to bed but I still find myself overthinking minutes later, that's why I end up leaving my room and heading towards the dance studio, to take my mind off it.
I use the light from my new phone (which my parents purchased on the main island for me a day ago) to navigate the hall as I creep along trying not to wake anyone. When I reach the familiar blue door, I open it cautiously and thankfully it doesn't squeak. I enter the room, the cherry wood floor cold against my soles and my phone's light reflecting on the surrounding mirrors.

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DISCIPLINE✔ (DSD SERIES, BOOK THREE)
Romance⚠️⚠️Mature content⚠️⚠️ 🌟🌟I do not own rights to images on the cover or the song lyrics in the book. All rights go to the photographers and writers. 🌟🌟 ⚠️⚠️ A two year affair with her mother's best friend's son leaves Indiana on the verge of brea...