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𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐥
AITANA DIDN'T WANNA THINK THERE WAS EVEN A 1% chance that she was pregnant. But any sexually active teen with a brain would get a pregnancy test even if they were late by a day.
So she sent ash to get one, and in those ten minutes he was gone she started to feel like shit.
Her pupils were dilated— her nose was excessively dripping and she couldn't stop fucking yawning.
But that was just the start. Now it felt like her body was beating itself up. If that was what pregnancy felt like then she was done for.
"I'm not taking care of no fucking baby." Ash shut the front door and tossed his brother the store bag.
"Why you got a fucking plan b?" Fezco asked confusedly.
"Incase plan A works, duh."
"That's not how.... never mind." He shook his head. "She ain't pregnant though, it's withdrawal."
Ash titled his head back and cursed under his breath. They'd have to deal with another drug addict in the making.
Like expected Aitana was in his bed curled up in a ball, quiet cries leaving her mouth.
Ash sat beside her, closing his eyes to fight back the emotion he was feeling. "Yo Aiti, when the last time you took molly?"
The last time was the night her and Miguel got into the big argument. She was so blinded by love she didn't need it anymore.
