A lot can happen in 9 months

I sat on the edge of the bathtub. My mind constantly thinking, not giving me a moment of serenity. 5 minutes had gone by, it was time. This is it. This is the time where my life either changes or I get a chance to better myself.

I got up off of the bathtub and walked to the counter. I picked it up and read it aloud.

“Pregnant, 2-3 weeks”

My heart sank.


10. Goodbye


“What the Fuck is this?” Harry was holding my pregnancy test. I felt a lump in my throat. I couldn’t speak. 

I was once again paralyzed.

Harry walked closer to me with an angry look all over his face. "I said, what is this?"

"It's ju-" he interrupted me.

"Are you fucking kidding me! You cheated on me! What the Fuck Zoe!" he was so close to me I could feel his breath on my face.

Why did he say I cheated on him. We're not dating. He was actually pissing me off. 

"First of all I didn't cheat on you Harry. We are not together. Second of all, I was going to tell you tonight." I said, pushing him away from me.

I hate confrontation. 

"Whatever Zoe, you can go sleep with whoever you want. This isn't my problem. Goodbye." he threw the pregnancy test across the room. Grabbed his keys and walked to the door. 

"Harry please wait. Let me explain." I grabbed his arm. 

He turned and looked me in the eyes. His face was filed with hatred. He grabbed my hand and ripped it off of him. His strength was insane. 

Just like that, he was gone. He left slamming the door behind him. I sank to the floor. Why wouldn't he listen to me. I didn't cheat on him. Maybe he isn't the guy I thought he was. Maybe this is for the best. I can now focus my time on the healthiest thing for me and my baby. 

I stayed on the floor with my knees to my chest for a long time. I needed to call Harry. I needed to explain things.

I grabbed my phone from my pocket, went to my contacts and found Harry's number and pressed dial. 

"Here goes nothing." I said to myself.

The phone rang twice, which means he saw I called and ignored it. 

"Hey, it's uh Harry, please leave a message after the beep."

"Harry it's Zoe. Look I'm sorry I didn't tell you about the test, but you don't understand. Please call me so we can talk. Please Harry. See ya."

With that my eyes began to tear. I needed to get my anger out on something. I'm not the person to self harm so that wasn't an option. I needed to box. I went on Google and looked up local Gym's and found one down the road from me.

I threw on some sweats and a shirt grabbed my favorite trainers and headed out. I'm not gonna let Harry get to me. I need to work out.

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