7 MONTHS AGO.
I was laying on my bed when My mother entered my bedroom. She wanted to 'talk' but Ive honestly heard enough 'talking' latelty, I need time to myself. Ive been sick and miserable.
Ive thrown up atleast three times today and I really wasnt in the mood to hear my mother.
I covered my head with the sheet as I felt my mother's body weight sit down on my bed.
"How you feeling hunny?"
"Mm.." I groaned.
I heard her sigh deeply as the sound of a plastic bag began ruffling.
"Here" She said as she placed something down on my dresser.
I lifted up my head to see three pregnancy tests.
I shook my head no. "No, No, Noooo. I-I'm not! I cant be!" My mother shook her head.
"Best two out of three." She said before getting up.
"Mom.. I AM NOT PREGNANT" I said in slow motion, making she heard every word come out of my mouth.
"Please.." Her voice cracked before she excused herself out of my room.
I exhaled, breathing heavily out of my nose, slipping my bunny slippers onto my feet.
"Here we go."
**
After peeing onto all three of the sticks, I began getting very nervous. My hand shook nervously as I picked up the ClearBlue stick.
"Negative." I felt a little bit of relief but I know there's two more left.
I picked up the second stick and It was surprisingly opposite. "Positive."
This meant the next stick would give the answer.
I picked up the third stick and saw the positive sign. I really felt like my heart sank. My breathing pace began to pick up and the stick dropped out my hands and fell into the sink.
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BEV.
ChickLitI was 16 when I had an abortion. My Uncle Leon, My sweet Uncle Leon. The one who taught me how to ride a bicycle. The one who showed me the simplicity of adding 1+1 to get the answer of 2. The one who began touching me at the tender age of thirteen...