Pregnant By My Bestfriend

chapter fifty-seven

Amber-

Dawson cries in my lap over his first breakup.

Zoe comes and sits next to us. She sits on the other side of Dawson and rubs his shoulder.

"I'm sorry," Zoe comforts.

She's a good sister.

"Come on, Dawson. Let's go for a ride." She suggests.

"I don't want to die tonight," He jokes.

"Come on, I have my license I want to use it sometime." She laughs.

"That's fine, but make sure you wear your seat belts and put your lights on. Actually, turn your brights on. And no loud music." I mother.

He gets up from off me and they walk out with Zoe's arm wrapped around his shoulder.

I smile with comfort.

That night, I wake up to a phone call from the police.

Saying my kids were in an accident.

Both dead.

My heart throbbed in pain.

Oh, how I wanted to stroke Dawson's head again and smell Zoe's perfume.

So many people were dying, so many people were sad.

Me, I was sad.

My head throbbed uncontrollably.

Weeks went by, and I never slept.

I just watched depressing tv shows as the kids slept peacefully.

I start to get light headed one night.

The carbon monoxide alarm beeps uncontrollably.

I stand up, but I lose hair.

Everything goes black.