We stepped out from the gloom of the hospital, with its artificial lighting and the strong scent of disinfectant, back to the sight of the outside world, with the sun beaming down and the smell of fresh air (although this wasn't always exactly 'fresh').
We walked down the cobbled path outside the hospital and walked towards the car park, I caught a glimpse of myself in a reflection on one of the hospital windows and I quickly adjusted my hair and pulled some lip-gloss out as mine had began to fade slightly. In all honesty I looked like I had been dragged through a hedge backwards but I had no time to improve my appearance, we had to meet Sara.
I sighed and threw my lip-gloss back into my bag and, after one more look in the window, and then we walked to Rhys’ car. Rhys unlocked it and I got in.
“So where are we meeting Sara?” Rhys asked.
“The coffee shop on the high street,” I replied. Rhys nodded and started the engine, he turned to reverse out of the parking space and then drove us to the high street, and he found another parking space and put the handbrake on.
“Is it this one?” Rhys asked. I nodded.
We got out of the car and walked across the road to the coffee shop.
I saw the faded sign on the wall of the coffee shop, half of its letters had begun to chip off by now and it was difficult to make out what it said, but the fresh smell of the coffee that wafted down the street made sure that everyone knew it was a coffee shop. I looked for Sara urgently but she was nowhere to be seen.
"Sara where are you?" I thought to myself. It was unlike Sara to be late; she would usually be at a place half hour early than she needed to be if she could, just to make sure she wasn't late. I slid my phone out of my pocket, I had no messages or missed calls from her, I began to feel sick from worry. I decided to text her to see where she was; maybe she missed her bus or something...
Rhys and I found a table by the window so I could see when Sara arrived, I sat down and Rhys remained stood up.
“What do you want?” Rhys asked.
“Can I have a skinny latte please?” I asked.
“Want anything else?” he asked. I shook my head. “Okay,”
He walked up to the counter and ordered us a drink each. I looked and felt rather lonely waiting for both of them to join me, I rubbed my stomach knowing that even when I felt it, I was never alone, I had my little one with me wherever I went…even though they were probably the size of a sea monkey or something like that at this moment in time.
My phone vibrated and rumbled on the table and I picked it up quickly with my free hand, still rubbing my stomach with the other. It was Sara, she was 5 minutes away because her mum needed her to run some errands for her. I breathed a sigh of relief, she was okay and on her way and that was the news I needed to keep me going.
I put my phone back on the table and Rhys returned with my latte and a chocolate muffin too, I took my latte out of his hands, taking a sip of the froth before placing it down onto the table. It felt nice finally getting something to drink for the first time today. Rhys sat next to me.
“I got you a muffin, I haven’t seen you eat much today so I'm sure you're hungry,” he said pushing one of the muffins over to me. I smiled.
I decided to risk it; I was going to text my Mum and ask her for forgiveness. I sent her a big paragraph apologising for everything that had happened and then I read through my message multiple times, making sure everything I wanted to say was there. I didn't notice Sara had walked into the shop and had already ordered a drink; she pulled up a seat with her coffee.
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One night, one too many, one boy... one mistake.Teen Fiction
Saphire Johnson, a normal teen. 18 years of age and attending college. After a night out with friends she wakes up in some randomers bed, unable to remember what had happened the night before. She is told that she had unprotected sex with the guy sh...