Love Games: A Tyga Fanfic

Chapter 10

Alicia

            This is not good. I sat on the edge of the bathtub and looked at the stick.

            My period was late for 2 weeks but, I thought it was just late. I can’t be pregnant, me and Chris just got engaged. I wiped away the tears from my eye. I threw it in the trashcan.

            I rubbed my face and took a deep breath. I went to the sink and washed my face. I picked up the trashcan and walked into the living room.

            “What did the test say?” Delaine asked.

            I went into the kitchen and threw all the things in the small can into the big one. I removed the big trash bag, walked out of the kitchen, unlocked the front door, and took the trash bag to the bigger garbage can. I walked back in and Delaine was staring at me.

            “Alicia? Are you pregnant or no?”

            “Yes. I’m fucking pregnant!” I said tersely. I went back in the kitchen to wash my hands and poured her a glass wine. I walked back into the living room and she was staring at me.

            “What?” I asked.

            “Alicia, what are you going to do?”

            “I have no idea. Maybe, get an abortion.” I handed her a glass and sat down on the couch next to her.

            “An abortion? NO!” She exclaimed.

            “Delaine, I don’t know what to do with a baby!”

            “Then give it up for adoption.”

            “I wouldn’t be able to do that. If I saw my baby, I know I would want to keep it. I couldn’t give it up.” I admitted. I started to cry.

            “Leecee, don’t cry! Please, I’m going to cry.” I rubbed my nose and wiped my eyes.

            “How are you going to tell Chris?” She asked.

            “I don’t know. I know Chris is going to freak. And the thing is we’ve been very careful, I’ve been taking the pill and we still use condoms.”

            “I’m sorry.” She took a gulp of her wine. I held my hand out for the glass.

            “What do you want?”

            “Gimmie your glass.”

            “No. You’re pregnant.”

            “This is not the time, Delaine. I need something to appease me.”

            “Go to sleep or eat a carton of ice cream. You’re not going to make my niece or nephew come out retarded because; you want to be an alcoholic.”

            “One sip is not going to make it retarded! Plus, we still don’t know if I’m 100% preggo. I still have to go to the doctor.”

            “Fine. Fair enough, but till we go find out for sure you’re not drinking a drop of liquor.”

            “What the fuck? No!”

            “What do you mean no?”

            “That’s bullshit. Can I just get wasted tonight and then tomorrow I can try to not drink liquor?”

            “Why would you want to do that?”

            “I’m a grown ass woman, I don’t have to explain myself.”

            “Fine, drink away your problems.” She got up, and went to the kitchen. She handed me the whole bottle of Merlot.

            “Here you go.”

            I took it and looked at it incredulously. I took the bottle to the head. She clenched her jaw.

            “I can’t watch you do this.” She grabbed her stuff and walked out the door. I took another sip and turned on the TV. I really don’t care anymore.