unsolved disappearances » otis and ruby

Part 2

With the urge to throw up, I awoke with a start. Scaring my dog Baby in the process. 

I sit in my bed, waiting for the urge to settle. With all the stress I felt, it must've caused me to feel this way. I had read that something in a pamphlet from the doctor's office on many visits I had gone to with my father.

Feeling like my stomach was settling, I decided to get out of bed, noticing it was almost midday. I felt exhausted from the constant crying while watching romantic films the night before. Getting up on my feet the urge hits me like a shockwave.

I cover my mouth as I feel the bile reaching to my mouth as I run to the bathroom in the small hall. I let out the contents from my mouth, hating the sensation of vomiting. I drain everything that had been sitting in my stomach before I was able to let out a sigh of relief when I flush the toilet.

Sitting back my shoulder comes into contact with the cool touch of the bathroom walls behind me. "Rubs, you alright?" I hear my father call from all the commotion.

"I'm fine, dad!" I assure him, as I rise to my feet, looking at myself in the mirror.

I looked pale and my usual straight hair was beginning to show the natural waves from the rush this morning to the bathroom. I wash my face and also clean my teeth in the process before getting my father who was still on the couch where he had been last night. "Did you eat something odd, pumpkin?" He asks.

I roll my eyes at the nickname. "Maybe," I say shrugging. "I have been under a lot of stress, according to some fancy doctors that can also cause vomiting." 

He nods understanding. "Or you could be pregnant." He casually mentions.

My cheeks flare red. "Dad! No!" I yell defending myself. 

My dad just shrugs before turning on the TV, while I create something to eat for breakfast. "Your mother said you're having the day off. I suppose you can relax in your room and feel better, I'll call my buddies to come over." My father offers.

"Thanks!" I call taking my freshly made sandwich to my room.

In the safety of my bedroom, I shut the door behind me. Finishing off my sandwich quickly, I become curious and unlock my phone. Ignoring the many texts from my friends and open my period tracker app.

While it loads I take a sip of water, before spitting it out. The words on the screen caught me off guard.

Period late by nine days.

"Fuck." I mutter.

I wanted to put it down to stress, although my periods had always been on time. I was usually a planner, I usually planned my dates with boys around my monthly cycle. Although I refused to go on birth control due to all the side effects that came with it.

I had an image to uphold and didn't want to put on any extra weight.

There couldn't be a chance I was pregnant right? Otis and I had always been so careful and he wore a condom. My brain was fuzzy with the memories of the last time I had sex, I had become distant in the last two weeks of our relationship due to him not admitting the feelings I felt for him.

So I didn't include sex.

Yet my brain rewinds to the morning after that phone conversation. I decided to give him a chance to redeem himself and I told him to meet me in the forest before school. So we could talk about what happened the night before.

I thought fucking Otis would make him say the words I wanted to hear.

Yet I don't remember him putting a condom on while we were too busy with each other's bodies at the moment.

I sit on my bed trying to convince myself that the app was wrong and I was just under too much pressure or I had caught a bug while I was over in France. I felt better after throwing up, I didn't feel like I had any other symptoms associated with pregnancy. 

I sigh, knowing I would need to test, just to assure myself.