My Heart

Chapter 9

I had called up my doctor, and set up an appointment for the next day.

I decided that I was going to let Nathen know, only if I turned out to be pregnant. Every child should at least have a chance for a father in their lives.

I needed a plan on how I was going to break it to him gently. What do you say in these situations. 

'Hey congratulations, your going to be a father! Promise I won't file child support on you,'

Nah, maybe something more like 'Im pregnant, you the baby daddy, thanks for the sperm'

Who am I kidding, I have no clue at all how this needed to be said.

I was now currently at work, spending my break coming up with lame excuses for ideas. None of them sounded any kind of good. I also decided on telling my parents a little bit after my doctor may claim I was, and only if it was one hundred percent sure.

My break was over, I left the lounge area and went back to my little office area, and started on my work. After all time is money.

I was busy taking a few calls, when out of nowhere Nathans secretary Daniela stood in front of me.

"Isabella, Mr Crest has requested to see you in his office,"

"What ever for?" I asked.

"I'm not sure, but he said immediately,"

"Oh, alright thank you,"

I got out of my seat and headed toward his office. I came to his door, and knocked three times.

"Come in" I heard through the door.

I put my hand on the silver handle, and twisted the door open. He was sitting in a sleek black leather chair. He wore a dark gray suit that fit him very nicely and his auburn hair was parted to the side with a little gel. I almost went faint at the sight.

"Have a seat please, shut the door as well,"

I shut the door as he requested and walked to one of either white love seats in front of his desk.

"I suppose your wondering why I called you to my office,"

"Yes sir, I am curious. Did I do something that was unsatisfactory?"

"Not in your work no, but this not speaking to me is driving me mad. I want to talk to you on a personal level,"

"Mr Crest, I don't see why you want to talk. You've dug your grave, now you have to lay in it,"

"What exactly are you talking about, I have done nothing for you to think Ill of me,"

"Yeah, you sure didn't..." I answered sarcastically.

"Could you please go into further detail?"

"You want detail huh? Well how about this for detail Mr I let old ladys feel me up, and lie about whatever we had when I'm not even your fucking type! How about that for detail you jackass!"

I marched out his office getting a few strange looks, and rushed to the ladys room. I ran into a empty stall and cried up a storm.

The embarrassment seeping in. I could never trust another guy again. Why couldn't I get over this. The heart break was just to much. Why did I have to fall for such jerky guys, who we're so handsome, but could hurt a girl so bad? Damn, why did I have to feel this way?

After finishing my little pitty party I went to the sink and rinsed my face. I took a napkin and dried my blotchy face, glad that I didn't apply anything but chapstick that morning. Looking into the mirror and Seeing that my face had little residue of my crying fit.