Prologe

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I sit in the bathroom, tears streaming down my face, as I wait three minutes. The box said I needed to wait that long and then it would reveal my fate. A plus or two lines, pregnant. A minus or one line, I'm not. The internet said to take three tests. That way I'll know for sure whichever the result.

I can't do this. I'm 17. I shouldn't have to go through this. It's all because he got me drunk. I wanted to wait. I wanted to do this with the person I loved the most. Not Lucas. Not Adam.

The timer on my phone goes off and I start to hyperventilate. I try to calm myself, but my stomach turns. I grab the tests off of the counter and take as deep of a breath as I can. I turn them over and look at them.

Positive. Negative. Positive.

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