Recovery

Four years ago, at seventeen years old, Katrina Burke was madly in love. Until her relationship with eighteen year old Justin Bieber became abusive. Not even a year later, at eighteen years old, Katrina ran. At first she'd thought it was a good idea, but when she found out she was pregnant with Justin's child, her life became even more troubled and twisted. Now, at twenty-one, Katrina's life is good. She has a great job, a nice place to stay, and a beautiful three year old daughter named Camryn. Everything is perfect until a certain someone comes into her life again, ready to show her how much he's changed.
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20. Chapter 19

It's been a month since everything fell down for the second time, and I still feel like my life is the hardest it's ever been. I started working again the day after Justin left, and to be honest, it was difficult. So difficult, in fact, that I almost got fired again. I had been sitting at my desk all day doing nothing, but when I told Greg, he understood. 

Now I was on a week's break, because I had been complaining about feeling sick, which was the truth, but I also wanted to be alone for a little bit. My stomach was turning and I was so nauseous and dizzy. When I would just stand I felt like fainting. But I blamed all this sickness because of Justin leaving. 

Greg was completely generous by offering to take Camryn for the week that I was off because if I can't  even manage to handle myself, it would be impossible to manage a hyper and cheery four year old. I felt guilty for my decision but I didn't want to make Camryn suffer also and I hadn't told her about Justin leaving us yet. She only thinks he's on a business trip and it kills me not to tell her but I just can't let her think he's just in and out of her life. 

 

~*~ 

 

It's currently Tuesday and I'm laying on the couch staring at the ceiling hoping everything will stop spinning around me. But it wasn't working to well for me. So I tried closing my eyes for a second but that only made the nausea worst which lead to me sprinting for the bathroom and puking my guts out. 

I couldn't help but think about how much I wished Justin was here to sooth me, rub my back, and hold up my hair while I felt like this. I wish he cared about me and not left me alone with our daughter and a note loaded with bullshit. 

I hugged my knees and just let the tears escape. There was nothing good about my life right now. I felt horrible, my only source of happiness I can't take care of at the moment, and my mysterious and hurtful in every way love left me. I haven't felt this bad since I was pregnant with Camryn. That one little thought came with so much worry and weight on my shoulders.

My eyes widened with shock. 

 

This can't be happening right now. 

 

I quickly got up and speed walked to my calender. I tried my hardest to ignore the sickness feeling but it wasn't hard since my mind was on something else at the moment. I scanned the calender before dropping to my feet and hugging my knees. 

I was two weeks late. 

As history repeats itself I'm alone, depressed, and most likely pregnant by the same son of a bitch. 

I take a deep breath before getting up and putting on a hoodie and jeans and walking out to my car. Once I started it I sped off down to the quickest drug store. 

Once I walked in I heard the little bell on the door ring making me groan in annoyance. I walked down to the isle of the pregnancy test and picked up three different brands that look very trust worthy before making my way down to the register. 

There was a blonde lady with many wrinkles on her face and yellow teeth. Walking up to her I was greeted by the strong smell of tobacco and bubble gum making my stomach turn even more. I was praying I wouldn't barf right in front of her. 

"What can I get for you today?" Her very raspy voice greeted me with a big grin. 

I sent her my best fake smile back before placing the pregnancy test on the counter. She saw and instantly frowned. 

"Kids these days." She muttered to herself but I was still able to catch it. 

"I'm 21 thank you with a four year old and a very loyal boyfriend. Just ring up the damn test." I muttered telling the halfway truth. 

The cashier blushed out of embarrassment before telling me my total. I slammed the cash on the counter before muttering keep the change then quickly walking back to the car and spending away to the house. 

 

Now here I am in my bathroom upstairs sitting on the tub waiting 5 minutes for the sticks to do there things. 

I sighed putting my hand in my hands. If these test turn out the way I think they are I'm going to be in deep shit. I'll have two kids to support without a father. And I'll have to work hard not to be so depressed because I would do anything to keep my babies happy and healthy. 

The timer on my phone woke me up from my thoughts. I took a deep breathe before walking over to the test in the sink. Two lines for positve. One line for negative. I shut my eyes tightly before opening them as they landed on the first test. 

Positive. 

 

I winced before letting my eyes wander to the other two sticks. 

Positive.

 

Positive. 

 

"Dammit." I screamed out of frustration before throwing one of the empty boxes.

 

At this point I knew as much as I love Justin Bieber, I hate him ten times worst. 

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