The Good Girl and The Player

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Katie’s P.O.V.

Mike and I are sitting in the waiting room, nervous about seeing Dr. Phillips. He’s been my doctor for a while now so I thought he’d be the best one to go to, he is very understanding. Mike leans over and whispers in my ear, “Everything will be fine babe but I have to go and pick up Callum his car broke down.” My eyes widened in shock, he was going to bail on me when I needed him most. Maybe I just shouldn’t tell him if I’m pregnant or not, since he doesn’t seem to want to hang around.

Callum’s P.O.V.

                “Stupid piece of shit of a car! You’re a worthless piece of scrap metal! Where is Mike, that dog better hurry up before I touch this bucket of shit!” I hate this stupid car, it was my first car when I turned 16, I’ve had it for a year and it’s already breaking down on me. I really need to get a job and buy a new car. Sell this one to the scrap yard. A care pulls up beside me, and then I realize its Mike. “Finally! You took your time Mike.”

Mike’s P.O.V.

                I can see Callum kicking his car, he looks really pissed off at it. It looks like a pretty funny scene actually. I feel pretty bad leaving Katie in the doctor’s surgery like that, she looked petrified when I had to leave. She’ll survive, I’m sure. Pulling up beside Callum he looks at me like I’m a stranger, then he realizes it’s just me. “Finally! You took your time Mike,” He says in his really arrogant tone. God, he pisses me of sometimes. He should be lucky I even came to pick him up. “Yeah, I can take my time if I want bro,” smirking at him. Yep, now he looks really pissed off. Goal accomplished.

Katie’s P.O.V.

                Dr. Phillips comes through his door, “Katie Taylor? Oh there you are Katie come on in.” Slowly rising from my chair, I make my way over to his room shakily. He has a confused look on his face.  I give him a smile while he’s shutting the door, “Hey Dr. Phillips. How are you?” He scans me over trying to work out what’s wrong with a reassuring smile. It’s not like he was checking me out or anything, just trying to figure it out. “I’m good thank you, how can I help you today?”

“Umm. Well how do I put this, ahh. I took three pregnancy tests, and well two were negative and one was positive.”

“I see, and how far along would you be if you were to be pregnant.”

“Three weeks exactly, I was hoping that if I am would I be able to get an abortion.”

“Well, that is for you to decide.”

*The next Day*

                My phone starts buzzing while I’m receiving a text message, it’s from Mike. So not what I wanted to receive. I only got my abortion yesterday, and I’m still recovering.

                Text Message: *Hey Katie, sorry for ditching yesterday. I feel really bad,

are you pregnant. I’m still really worried, I know you don’t       want to talk to me for bailing but you can’t ignore me

forever. Please text back, I’m sorry.*

Well, I’ll just let him suffer. Should I tell him I was pregnant and about the abortion, or tell him I’m not. I think I’ll lie to him, yeah that’s my plan. I’m still going to drag out the silent treatment though, ditching me for his best friend instead of finding out if he has a child is unacceptable. I wonder if he even told Callum he might have gotten me pregnant. Probably not, he’s too much of a self centred jerk face player. Great, I lost my virginity to the biggest player I know. Walking into my room and face planting into my bed, I start screaming and crying into my pillow. “HOW COULD I BE SO STUPID!” Thank god Mum and Robert weren’t home to hear that. I should probably call Heidi, I haven’t spoken to anyone since I got home from the doctors and she probably really wants to know. She should stay over tonight.

Heidi’s P.O.V.

                Its cold out tonight, I’m just standing outside Katie’s house loaded up on ice cream and movies. She still hasn’t told me if she’s pregnant or not. Busting in through the door I come face to face with Katie, her eyes are puffy and red from crying. Dropping everything I just hug her, holding her close as she starts crying again. Well I guess that answered my question to whether or not she’s pregnant. She reeks of scotch too. That’s probably why the next thing I know she vomits over my shoulder and it trickles down my back. This was a new outfit to, I guess the poor outfit is just ‘taking one for the team’ so to speak.

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