Page 54 of Fury

“I just think I might keep you, golden eyes.”

I think I might just let him.

“I’M LATE,” I WHISPER to Myla the next morning.

It didn’t click to me until the middle of the night, but suddenly I was wide awake and trying to remember when I had my last period. Sure, I don’t get them often with the contraception I had put in, but I still get a light bleed each month and I haven’t had one. It’s probably highly unlikely, but what if, somehow, I got pregnant? The very thought has my blood running cold and all morning, it played on my mind over and over until I could find someone to talk to.

Myla was that person.

“Are your periods regular?” Myla asks, leaning against her kitchen counter.

“I am on contraception, I got some when Ethan decided he wanted to be a father, but I still get a light period. It’s fairly regular, though it can be a bit wishy washy.”

“So, it could just be that the contraception has had a while longer to work and you’re no longer getting them. Sometimes it can take months for it to eliminate periods. But to be safe, let’s do a test.”

Nodding, I rub my hands over my stomach to try and dull the sick feeling swirling around. Myla turns and walks into the bathroom, coming back a moment later with a box in her hand.

My eyes widen. “You keep tests here?”

“I’ve always got a test handy. You could say I’m paranoid. Here, go and check. It’ll ease your mind, but I’m sure it’s nothing anyway.”

I hope she’s right.

I take the box and go into the bathroom, doing what I have to do. It’s fiddly, and not easy to pee on, but I manage before shoving it back into the box and rushing out. I thrust the box at Myla. “I can’t look.”

She reaches out, squeezing my arm. “I’ll do it.”

I hold my breath as she pulls the test out of the box and flips it over. I stare at her face, praying it washes over with relief as she tells me it’s negative, but that doesn’t happen. She gives me an expression of sympathy, and my heart falls. It feels as though it literally drops into my chest. Shaking my head, I press my hand over my heart, tears welling in my eyes. “Don’t say it,” I choke out. “Please don’t say it.”

“It’s going to be okay, honey.”

No.

No.

No. This can’t be happening.

Please, God, this can’t be real.

I fall back onto the kitchen counter, gripping it with my fingertips. How? How did this happen? I’m on contraception. It’s meant to work. It’s not meant to ... no. This must be false, there must be a reason it is showing up. Something else. Can there be a false positive? Is that a thing?

“You’re freaking out, I get it,” Myla says, stepping closer, “but we will work it out. I promise you.”

“I’m on contraception, this isn’t meant to happen.”

“I know, but it has. Do you ... I’m so sorry, but do you know whose baby it is?”

I whip my head in her direction.

I’ve been sleeping with Fury and Ethan.

Fury has only been recently and surely, I wouldn’t be pregnant, though a few weeks have passed so it is possible. It would depend how far along I am. It could be either, if I’m honest, and that thought terrifies me.

If Ethan is the father, my life is over.

Over.

“I don’t know,” I whisper. “I don’t know who the baby belongs to.”

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