I felt my mouth drop to my knees, I didn’t want to believe it, but the little pink plus sign was screaming in my face. A part of me wanted to break down and cry, but another part of me wanted to jump for joy.

“Fuck me running.” I muttered, biting down on my lip.

Jimmy let out a nervous chuckle, “A’www, c’mon Evan, it’s not all that bad,”

I just rolled my eyes at his comment, “Yeah sure, it’s not bad at all that I’m pregnant.” I groaned as I sat down on the toilet, burying my head in my hands. I groaned again before I mumbled mumbled “What the fuck are we going to do?”

I lifted my head, my hair was in my eyes but I could see Jimmy biting down on his nail, it gave me the urge to chomp on my own. I groaned yet again; I did not believe this.

“Well, what can we do? Get rid of it or keep it. Hey, I’m leaving it up to you, you’re the one who’s gonna be going through it.” Jimmy told me as I simply nodded in reply. Jimmy bent down and grabbed my hands, I looked up and we made eye contact. “But, no matter what happens, I’ll be here with you throughout it all. You don’t have to worry,” He told me as I nodded again, a small smile forming across my lips. “Now come on, it’s late and I’m tired.” Jimmy yawned. I was going to stand up but Jimmy had something else planned; he picked me up bridal style and my heart began to race. “Chill Ev, I don’t bite.” Jimmy smirked with a grin splitting his face.

“Ha!” I exclaimed, pulling up my shirt and revealing my stomach, where a blue and purple looking hickey was.

“I said bite, nothing about sucking.” Jimmy winked as I rolled my eyes and smoothed my shirt out.

“Take me to bed,” I jokingly demanded, Jimmy bowed his head and walked up the stairs, carrying me like nothing.


My eyelids fluttered open to be met by the blinding sunlight; I covered my head with the blanket and rolled onto my side. The spot where Jimmy usually slept was empty, which made me frown; I wanted him to be with me. I didn’t want to get up, I had a headache from hell and it felt like someone was taking a ten ton brick and smashing it into skull. The sunlight only made it worse.

I groaned and sat up, stretching really quickly. Surprisingly, I didn’t run to the toilet to throw the contents of my stomach up. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, and stood. Jimmy’s shirt went down to my knees but I really didn’t care, I liked wearing his clothes, for whatever reason it turned him on.

I didn’t bother getting dressed; I just headed down the stairs instead. The kitchen was bright with sunlight, I chuckled to myself; Jimmy had really outdone himself. There wasn’t any coffee and I really didn’t feel like making any, so I settled for a Pepsi. I sat down on a barstool and drank the soda. I didn’t know how to feel about being pregnant. And hell, for all I knew, the pregnancy test was a dud and something could be seriously wrong with me and that’s why I was puking like a bitch.

I looked at the clock, it was half past ten. I bit down on my lip, I didn’t like being alone, yes, I could deal with it, but I sure as hell didn’t like it.

I walked back up the stairs and got dressed into a grey and white striped shirt. a pair of jeans and slipped on my sneakers without socks before hearing a knock on the door.

“Ugh, what the fuck do you want?” I called out; my headache hadn’t gone away yet and the nausea was creeping back up my throat. I walked down the steps, two at a time and went to the door. My heart was beginning to pick up speed; I sure as hell didn’t want my visitor from yesterday dropping by again. I unlocked the door and opened it. I felt the bile rise in my throat as I saw who was standing there.

His hair was raggedy and I could smell the whore on him. Kale stood there, in all his filthiness. “Evan,” Kale said, his voice sounded even raspier, if that was possible.

“What the fuck do you want?” I asked, my voice taking on a hard tone. I didn’t want him anywhere near me, Jimmy or the possible baby I was pregnant with.

“Evan, please, talk to me,” Kale spoke, his eyes held a pleading look, but I knew better than to succumb to it like I had done many times before, it had only ended in me getting beat like a dog.

“When I see you in hell.” I shot daggers at him.

Kale sighed and stuffed his hands in his pockets, “Will you ever talk to me again?” He asked.

“What the fuck do you think Kale?” I exclaimed, “After everything you fucking did to me, after all the years of torment I had to deal with and all the beatings and everything you done to me. I don’t think I could ever fucking forgive you, much less spit on you to save my life!” I hissed, lacing every word with venom.

I didn’t wait for Kale to say another word; I slammed the door and locked it. My knees were shaking and my breathing was un-even. I ran up to our room and flopped on the bed, burying my head into the pillows, I could only hope to hell that Kale wouldn’t rear his head again, because the next time, he’d get more than getting cussed out.