Spring [Completed]

FORTY-TWO

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HIM

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"Just because I don't show it, doesn't mean I don't feel it."
—Unknown

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When Cara calls, I answer.

Except for when I'm taking a nap at three in the afternoon on my couch.

I groan, my phone vibrating on the coffee table, as I roll over and stretch. After sitting upright I swipe my phone off the table, squinting  as my tired eyes focus. Scratching my chin lightly, my eyes grow wide as I see the two missed calls and four text notifications from Cara. A temporary panic consumes me as I sit up straight and run a hand through my hair. I frown deeply as I open my phone and I read through the texts she sent me.

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Cara

Hey call me back I need to talk to you

2:45pm

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Cara

Ethan seriously pick up. Demi's dad

came and took her. Idk what to do

2:53pm

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Cara

Mom got hit in the stomach and she

says she's fine but idk. Ethan it's bad

2:55pm

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Cara

Can you tell me what I should do? Ik you

guys aren't talking rn but I'm really

worried about her and the baby

3:04pm

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My throat grows dry as I stand to my feet in a frenzy. A mixture of fear and anger passes through me as I pace the floor. Thoughts of miscarriages, birth defects, and premature labor come to mind as I scare myself with the repercussions of Imani getting hit in the stomach.

I told her to be careful, to rest, and not even 24 hours later, she's already put our child and herself in danger.

I ball my fists in anger as my phone vibrates with another text.