•Doe•
The morning after Justin left I felt both elated and utterly miserable.
I had Justin back. He was alive and I was so grateful to whatever universal being was responsible for keeping him safe. But at the same time, I'd led Tanner on. Not just by the big fat obvious mistake of marrying him, but while he was on his quest to help me remember¸ occasionally I'd let him sit too close to me on the couch. I'd let him hold my hand.
It was my fault. Everything with Tanner had been my fault, and for the second time in several months I was going to hurt him all over again.
I had to go talk to him and I hoped he would somehow understand. I took a quick shower and threw on a pair of running shorts. I grabbed a soft cotton tank top from the drawer and pulled it on. I cried out when the fabric rubbed against my nipples, feeling much more like they'd been scraped with a cheese grater than covered in soft cotton.
Why the fuck would my nipples...
I sprinted over to the desk calendar and spent an embarrassing amount of time doing the math, but with my hands shaking and my head spinning, even the simplest of calculations didn't compute.
I pushed the calculator away and pulled out a piece of paper. Maybe a word problem would help make it clearer.
Throwing up frequently
+
No period this month, or maybe even last month
+
Cheese grater nipples
+
Sex with Justin in the water by the boathouse
+
No protection of any kind
=
HOLY. FUCKING. SHIT.
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Tyrant (Sequel to King)
FanfictionI. Remember. Everything. Only now I wish I didn't. When the fog is sucked away from my mind like smoke through a vacuum, the truth that has been beyond my reach for months finally reveals itself. But the relief I thought I would feel never comes...
