Chapter 0293

We drive in silence. My anxiety takes full control of me and I sit with my arms wrapped around my legs, my chin on my knees,

my dirty boots flat against the leather of the seat as I stare blankly out the windshield.

From the corner of my eye I can see Jerome glancing at me anxiously every few minutes, but I don’t look at him. I don’t do

anything on the surface, but inside my mind is screaming.

What the — what the fuck am I going to do?

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“There,” I say, my voice monotone as I fling a finger out to point at the chain pharmacy I've been waiting for, the one we pass

every day on the way home. “Stop here, Jerome,” I order.

“What?” He asks, glancing at me again. “Fay, why? What do you need? Are you — are you sick?”

I don’t answer but he slows the car, pulling into the parking lot anyway. When the car rolls to a stop I unbuckle my belt, but before

I can step out of the car Jerome grabs my wrist. I pull hard, trying to tug away, but again he won't let me.

“Stop,” he commands, and I look angrily up into his face. “Tell me what’s going on,” he insists, his hand tightening around my

wrist. “You were happy all day, and then I find you in the stall basically catatonic, staring at the wall, panting like you’ve run a

marathon? And then you tell me to stop at a pharmacy? What’s going on, Fay?”

“Back off, Jerome,” I snap, glaring at him. “This is my business. Not yours.”

And then I push the car door open and climb out. Jerome groans and lets me go, but when I glance over my shoulder as I slam

the Lexus door shut behind me, I just see him staring at me out the windshield, totally baffled.

Good, I think. Because it’s going to be really complicated to keep this quiet if he’s watching me pick out a pregnancy test.

I stalk into the pharmacy, following the signs and quickly finding the family planning aisle. There, I crouch down and stare at my

options, looking through the neatly packaged pregnancy tests with their pink and purple labels, trying to find...

I don’t know...the right one?

And as I start to panic again, wondering...shit, do I just buy one? Or some kind of...multipack? And which one... Do I need the

early result one? Fat chance on that, considering my period has been gone for six weeks —

So...the one that tells you in words? Or one with a blue stripe? Or...this one is...pocket sized...

But who the hell would need a pocket sized pregnancy test?

And as I crouch there, staring

frantically at all the options, the

words on the packages starta blur

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lip starts to shake, and I hang my

head, and fall back on my ass and

begin to sob in the middle of the

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Fuck. Fuck. What the hell is going on with me?

“Fuck,” I hear someone whisper, echoing the words in my mind.

I flinch as I look up to see Jerome

standing over me, his eyes wide,

looking slowly between\me andyhe\

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en he crouches down next to me,

staring at me unblinking as I sniff and

try to pull myself together. “Are

you...are you serious, Fay? Are you...”

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I shake my head vehemently. “I don’t know,” I murmur, looking back towards the pregnancy tests.

“Fay,” he snaps, suddenly grabbing

my arm and yanking medowerdst\\

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hth. “Who the fuck is the father?!”

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