As I slowly walked over to the public vanity, I was scared at what might be written, my life would change depending on a tiny stick either say positive or negative. I was scared I shook as I stepped closer and closer. As I saw the first stick my body shuddered as I gradually looked at all the tests lining the sink. My legs gave started giving way, I couldn't hold myself. My body felt like I just wanted to fall down and never get up. I never expected this to happen.
Every single one of them was positive five out of five, this was definite.
As the 'food poisoning' kept coming I started to get negative thought on what else it may be. Pregnancy? I never wanted to have a baby at such a young age, not now there was only two options, abortion or going long with it and keeping the child. When I started to fall Paige rushed over grabbing me on the arm. Exactly what Dave had done exactly before he'd .. raped me. It scared me I screamed loudly in fright, Paige's eyes widened thinking she'd hurt me. I closed my eyes screwing my face up, trying to stop the visions of what he'd done, they haunted me. She removed his tight grip on my hand and support me by holding my waist. slowly helping me sit on the floor. I shook violently, imagining that magically Paige would turn into Dave, and then have his way. Again.
But what scared me was the father wasn't my boyfriend Zayn, it was my mother boyfriend who forced himself on me.
Paige glanced at the tests, hot huge tears fell down her cheek as she realised who and what was happening.
The rest of the day passed in a blur. After finding out I was pregnant, I'd stayed in bed not knowing what to do. Paige sat beside me, tending to my needs if I needed anything. After a while though she got up and left the house and drove off without a word. I had texted Zayn earlier saying we desperately need to talk but he hadn't replied. I laid down in bed, my eyes felt like weights, and my body was tired. I fell asleep.
I was awoken to a loud vibrating buzzing, I look at the screen. Shivers ran up my spine when I realised it was Zayn. I started considering whether I should answer or not. I ended up not getting it at all. But he rang again, persistent to see what was wrong with me. I pressed 'accept' and sat up.
"Paige what's wrong?!" he pleaded his voice showed full concern.
"I need to talk to you, meet me at Paige's house. Pick me up in five minutes please hurry" I replied desperately.
I headed off quickly before I ended up backing out and changing my mind. He needed to know or it would be obvious rather soon. I started freaking out, how would he react? Sympathy of hatred towards me. Was I ready to tell him everything?
My old makeup was smudged I was in old faded and ripped jeans and a sloppy plain grey t-shirt two sizes to big for me. As the familiar red mustang drove into the driveway, I got in carefully but quickly.
"What's wrong Har-" I interrupted him rudely. "Just drive" I said.
His face turned from one of pity and confusing. To one of shock and confusion.
As we sat on the stone bench, I looked into his eyes the brown eyes were full of sadness. The very same eyes I love and made my heart melt.
"Listen I need to tell you something." I whispered. I could find the words.
"I'm pregnant" I sobbed. Zayn jumped back startled.
"What did you just say?" he acted as though it didn't hear me right.
"Shit" I whispered silently to myself.
"I'm pregnant" I sobbed loudly, expecting his muscular arms to hold me tight, but they never came. I looked up Zayn's eyes were glistening, he was trying so hard hold back his tears. Nodding his head slowly as he did so.
After a short while he asked the question, that would have been furiously running through his mind. I could tell he didn't want to know but had to. He stuttered nervously. "Who's the father?" he asked silently.
"Its really hard to explain, just sit with me and listen-"
"I asked who is the father Harper, for fuck sack how hard is it?!" He bellowed frustration and anger was written on his beautiful face.
"My mothers boyfriend Dave he-"
"Are you fucking kidding me?! That's disgusting, you whore! We're over." He yelled, nearby visitors stared at us in shock. Their mouths gaped open. The feeling I felt was as though someone had ripped out my heart and broke it in two.
I looked down so no one could see the many tears drowning my face. But when I look up, Zayn had already left. I had no ride home either.