Page 61 of Rebel Heart
“I will.”
My sister closed the door and walked off. Once she was safely inside, I backed out of the driveway and raced to the nearest drugstore.
My heart was pounding, and my thoughts were racing.
There was a small part of me that was convinced this was merely just an overreaction. I had nothing to worryabout, because I’d buy a test, and it would come back negative.
On that thought, I grabbed three different tests.
Fifteen minutes later, I was pacing in my bathroom, waiting for the results of two of those tests.
When I felt enough time had passed, I stopped pacing, inhaled deeply, and picked up the test.
Two pink lines.
Did that mean pregnant?
I picked up the second test.
Eight letters.Pregnant.
There was no confusion on that one.
I confirmed the two lines meant what I suspected, and the air rushed out of my lungs as I lowered myself to the floor in front of the bathtub.
Pregnant.
Pregnant.
Pregnant.
What was I going to do? How could this be happening?
Beau and I had sex only twice. Two times!
Everything about those two encounters came rushing back, and I realized it happened the second time. He’d gotten so caught up in it—we both did—and Beau hadn’t worn a condom.
I slapped my hand on my forehead and closed my eyes.
This was going to be a disaster. How was I going to tell him?
Five minutes passed.
Ten minutes.
Thirty minutes later, I was still sitting in the same spot with what felt like a thousand horrible thoughts running through my mind.
I was pregnant, and the man who’d made it so wasn’t even remotely interested in a romantic relationship. The chances of him being interested in being a father were even lower.
And now I had an entire week left before I could even tell him about it.
Because even if he’d been calling me nearly every night that he’d been away on this skate demo tour—me foolishly believing the long calls every night where part of the reason I was so tired—this was not the kind of thing I could tell him over the phone.
In a cruel twist of fate, my phone rang. My body jumped, startled by the only sound in my apartment.
I knew it was him, and I had to pretend that nothing was wrong.
“Hello?”
