The Ride Home

The Ride Home

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I felt the box that was concealed deep inside my pocket jeans. I hesitated, my chest hurt and I really didn’t want to pull the box out. Reluctantly, I pulled the pregnancy test out of my pocket and set it on the water tank. I suddenly felt nauseated, as if all of it had been a dream before and now I was letting this entity sink in. I picked the box up again and read the instructions, my hands feel unsteady as I administer the test. I closed my eyes, trying to somehow make this moment dissipate. I thought of him, and his smile; oh how he lit my world. He brought me out of a caliginous life that I had once lived. But the present suddenly hit me with it’s force as the thought occurred to me; I could now be carrying a life.
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I looked down at my stomach. A small bump was beginning to form, only if he knew. "Please don't go." I pleaded "I've wanted to do this forever, don't you want me to be happy?" He said grabbing his packed bag I sat on the bed we share in my apartment. Well the bed we did share, until he left. "Please, Niall. I love you." I begged "I love you too, but we're still so young and I know I'll make it far." I shook my head wishing I could wake up and see that this was all a dream, a nightmare at that "Niall I..." I trailed off, I was proud of Niall, I supported this, I supported it until I found out I was carrying our kid. 16 and pregnant, he'd leave me anyways, what would be the point in telling him? "Have some faith in me." He dropped his bag by the bedroom door and walked over to me, giving me the slightest bit of hope, he grabbed my face and kissed me "Bye, I hope I'll see you again." and he returned to his bag...leaving me.

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