A/N
there. I know it took me more than two day for this chapter and I had to keep all you people waiting. and I'm extremely sorry for that.
As all you have read and know I normal don't write short chapter but I thought I could give a 2.7k try and see how it comes out. This chapter is short compared to all the chapters of Reserved(the book is taken down by the way)
So please let me know how you feel.
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I hope you all enjoy reading...
My head is resting on the backrest of the couch as my eyes dart around the room. I mind is racing with weird ideas as I hear Rose to talk on the phone and I guess its known other than Eric. She has told me to wait on the couch and she went into her room. If I'm not wrong it's almost ten minutes I'm waiting for her and with every minute my palpating heart is doubling its beat.
I'm anxious. I'm worried. I'm scared. I don't feel like myself anymore.
Sitting up straight I pull out a magazine and idly turn the pages just to deviate my thoughts whirling in my head. It's a tough act when for the past two week all I've done is think about my recent situation, think about the meltdown at skyline, think about Gabriel and the change in his behaviour and most importantly think about my sickness. I took up the assignment for the music video just so my life could drift and not stay still but I think it's tough. All I've been doing for the past two weeks are weak attempts of escape. My usual habit to run away from problem.
As I go through the glossy pages of this woman's maz feeling nothing but weak and sad, like an omen I come across an article expressing an argument about increasing rate of teen pregnancy and babies out of wedlock and how this is affecting the mental as well as physical growth of the kids.
Huffing out in exasperation I snap the maz shut, throw it on the coffee table before hauling myself up from the couch, march towards Rose's room and on approaching I bang my fist on the wooden door. "Will you open the fucking door and come out." I shout.
I hear muffled shuffling as I wait impatiently facing the door, a rigid scowl kitting my brows together. Few moments later, the door slightly opens as I push it to open wide and get into her room. I walk further inside and turn around to face her. "What the fuck is all this secrecy. Tell me what you're up to."
Rose looks miffed, "Patience is virtue." I scowl deep, not at all liking her cryptical manner. She walks past me to her bed, grabs her bag and almost plunges her head inside as she searches something frantically digging both of her hands. I fold my arms across my chest watching her impatiently as she fumbles with her giant bag.
"Ta-da." She pulls out something from her bag and swings around displaying a thin box. "At last, take."
I freeze staring at the box then slow walk over to her and pluck the box from her grasp. "What's this?" I say shaking the box near my ear, hearing soft thudding noise and bring the box down under my vision reading the label and like a death knell my eyes sticks on the label then move across couple of time rechecking as if I'm reading it wrong. "This is impossible." I mutter softly to myself at first and then flick my eyes to Rose. "This is impossible."
"Tony." Rose calls me tentative reaching for my shoulder but I step back and a despairing laugh from my lips. "Tony. Calm down."
Calm down? She really means that, giving me a pregnancy test and asking me to calm down. My eyes move back to the box as I continue laugh briefly, then my laughter morphs into a weak sobs as I drop the box on the floor and my body follow it dropping myself on my knees, defeated.
