"fucking hell " I say as I slide my way down the wall in the restroom of the gas station about a mile Away from my house. I wasn't going to call him, he hated me. not to mention he blocked me on social media. I'm not going to freak out. I got this. I looked down to the little stick that determined my fate. two pink lines. I was going to have a child. a baby. tears covered my face. alone, scared, and young. I cried harder as I determined my fate.
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