Broken

Chapter 13

*knock knock*

"Yes." Travis answers quietly as I sleep.

The doctor enters in quietly, trying not to wake me.

"Ah yes Mr.Farrar, it seems that you're free to go now."

"Thank you sir. I will pack her stuff."

"Alrighty. Just no driving for a week Mr.Farrar."

The doctor leaves the room quietly and Travis gets up to pack my stuff. I feel a sorta shake and wake up to Travis hovering over me.

"Time to get up and leave baby."

I groan and get up slowly throwing on my hoodie. I don't pay attention to much and just leave the hospital quickly. I'm ready to get home. Oh god, I feel nauseated. Really? Could I really be fucking pregnant. I rush home and throw Travis's stuff in our room. I run to the bathroom and vomit all on the floor.

"Oh shit baby! Are you okay?" Travis asks as he's running to pull my hair up.

"I feel nauseous."

"Well no shit sherlock. It's all over the floor. Do I need to get you something?"

"Uh yeah. A pregnancy test punk."

"Okay okay. I'll have my mom run up to the store and get one."

Travis knocks on Ms.Farrar's room really hard.

"What do you want?" She groans.

"Can you go get a pregnancy test please?"

"Honey, I'm not pregnant. Why would I need one?"

"Well this is awkward..Uhm..Sierra may be pregnant."

"WHAT? Fuck I'm going now! Hang on!"

She rushes downstairs and zooms to the corner store. She's back in minutes with a test. I pee on the stick and have to wait fucking 5 minutes to know. Oh god I'm so nervous. What am I gonna do? This kid better turn out to be a boy in the end. Yay 5 minutes is up! I check the stick and it says, positive, Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I'm dead.

"So babe what did it say?"

"I'm pregnant."

"Oh."

He picks me up and carries me to the couch. I curl up and watch Awkward on MTV. These 9 months better hurry. I don't wanna be fat. Piece of shit is gonna make me fat. Eh, least my boobs will get bigger.