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one year later

I wiped my mouth as I finished gagging, Dakota running up to me, licking my arm, making me gently pet him.

I'm so fucked.

The one thing he has always told me he didn't want- it happened.

I waited patiently for him to come home- nervous of what he would say.

Nervous of how he would react.

"Hey baby" he opened the door with a wide smile, immediately dropping his keys, moving his arms around me, pecking my lips gently.

"Hi" I breathed out, resting my forehead against us.

"Our one year is next week- how should we celebrate?" He questioned with a smile.

"Nick- maybe we should talk." I mumbled out, not letting him go, but feeling his grip loosen.

"What happened?" He asked.

"I-i think I'm pregnant" I barely mumbled.

He completely let me go, grabbing my arms to make me pull away from him.

"You're serious?" He questioned.

"I haven't taken the test, but I'm having mood swings, morning sickness- and I've missed my period twice" I spoke quietly.

He laughed out.
"What happened to you getting birth control?" He questioned.

"It didn't refill before we-" "god dammit Casey!" He yelled, throwing his hat to the floor.

"We can deal with this-" "what, you're going to get an abortion?" He shot to me, knowing what I think about an abortion.

"Hell no- but we don't even know that I'm pregnant-" "you are, you've been crying over fucking everything Casey." He spat out.

"What do you want me to do" I spoke out, feeling my tears welling.

"Abortion or pack your shit and get out of my house."

So I started packing my shit, taking literally everything I had ever payed for.

I threw my shit into my car, making several trips before entering again.

"You don't even want me to take a pregnancy test?" I shot to him as he opened his beer.

"Call me if you miscarry."

I ripped the necklace he gave me off of my neck- throwing it at him.

I slammed the door behind me, getting into my car, immediately hitting my steering wheel- breaking down into sobs.

I couldn't call Calum- I hadn't spoke to them in about three months, it would feel like using them in my time of need.

I talk to Luke, Ash and Michael all the time, but I still didn't want to ask for a place to stay, so I went to a hotel.

I paid for a room, dragging my stuff up there before I broke into sobs again. 

I forced myself to stand, going to the bathroom where I washed my face.

I needed to get ahold of myself.

I needed a pregnancy test.

If I had no one here to help me- I had to help myself.

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