Thug Like You

Chapter 37: Love is....... Or was it?

Irresponsible

ASSIANA

I couldn't believe it.

No, I refused to.

Pregnant??

How?

We.... We used protection. And when we didn't I took the plan b.

There was no way I was pregnant.

Oh my god.

What the fuck am I gonna do??

I can't have a fucking baby.

My body shook violently as I cried silently in the confines of the small bathroom.

My period was three almost 4 weeks late.

But I expected it as the plan b sometimes did that. Pushed my period back. It happened last time.

But...... when the second week came, I grew worried, especially after........ yah.

There were no more distractions.

No more small comforts.

No more counterfeit peace.

And as the days went by, it didn't get better like I'd hoped.

I felt so empty and broken, yet my shoulders felt heavy with the weight of all the things I'd avoided catching up to me.

So yeh. Things didn't get better.

I quickly learned I had to get better. To deal with it all.

I had to wake up everyday and help myself.

I had to send out new college applications in hopes that this second, though late, set would get me some responses.

I had to start studying, in preparation for my impending exams a little less than a month away.

And I had to speak to my friends. Something I still couldn't find the strength to do.

But I was definitely working towards it.

And now...... now a new dilemma arose.

Everything else seemed minute in comparison.

What was I suppose to do with a baby?? The question kept arising and I had yet to answer.

All the resolve I'd been building seemed to slip away as once more, I took a step forward and something forced me to take two more back.

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Assiana was sinking again.

She was supposed to be done with him.

Moving on. Getting over it.

But now...... Even now he was still around.

Or should I say inside?

After finding out, she went home and hadn't left her room in days.

She felt hurt, angry, ashamed and disgusted. All this showed as she allowed herself to rot away in bed, crying and moping about.

All she wanted was a fresh slate. A new start.

And this fucking happens.