Snippet #2485053

I shook my head. "You don't have to force anything, and I won't make you do anything you don't wish to do," I whispered just loud enough for him to hear. I leaned closer to him and gave him a brief peck on the cheek, though I knew it wasn't fitting a the moment, but wanted to assure him that I wasn't going to make him uncomfortable by allowing him to do things he didn't desire to do. I began to plan out my possible moves soon after he'd finished speaking. Before rambling on about more possibilities, I stood and pulled Chase up with me, I thought it'd be best to let him see the strip as well.

I firmly squeezed his hand quickly before pulling him along to the bathroom. My heart raced, and I stopped at the door. Sure, what was going to happen would occur either way, but still, I couldn't wrap my head around the situation quite yet. Hesitantly, I stepped in and looked at the thing that would determine the next years of my life, and perhaps his.

Lines. Double blue lines.

I let my hand drop to my side and walked out, not bothering to look at him. The proof was there before him, so there wouldn't be any denying of the fact that I, indeed, was carrying his child. Neither of us were ready, I knew that much, and feared that the child wouldn't be able to live a good life with two teenagers. There was no turning back now, and I knew that I'd never be able to commit murder this far along, because taking the life of one who has no will is murder.

I leaned against the wall in the living room and sighed. The result wasn't something that I hadn't mentally prepared for. The consequences of mistakes like ours would now have to be faced.