Page 123 of Dirty Seduction

I feel like I’m stuck and don’t know how I’m going to get out of this mess.

When Molly hugs me and leaves, I flop down on the sofa and can feel depression kicking in. I’m in hundreds of thousands of dollars of debt. I have no job prospects and I’m moving back home to live with my parents, who are ashamed of me.

At twenty-four.

Plus, I’ve put on a couple of pounds thanks to my calorific therapy called Ben & Jerrys’.

Fuck you, Knox Montgomery.

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THE NEXT MORNING I wake up and stare at the ceiling. I’ve never looked at it so much in all the time I’ve lived here.

I learn that I need to vacuum the cobwebs more often, and that there are no answers up there.

Nothing has changed despite having a good night’s sleep.

I roll over to grab my phone and feel nausea hit me.

Jesus.

I drop the phone and put my hand to my mouth, then run into the bathroom heaving.

By the time I’ve rinsed my mouth, I know.

Not for sure, but I’m pretty sure.

I stare in the mirror in horror.

Then start laughing. Like an insane person.

Like, you thought this couldn’t get any god damn worse, laughing.

Then I collapse onto the cold tiles and bawl my eyes out.

I’m pregnant.

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