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done it. She zapped the baby and it wasn't in there.
She could remember when she found out she was pregnant. A little urine on a stick can change your life. And it did. There she was, with a happy damn man. He proposed, he kissed her, and he was practically singing her praises. He loved the hell out of her, and she could hardly stand it. The whole thing made her want to vomit. It wasn't his. He would have known that if he paid any attention to how making babies worked. It wasn't his baby. And it was utterly heartbreaking to her. His love was like a hot fire burning across her shame. It made her hate him. And her. She hated herself.
He wasn't even supposed to find out. She took the test, wept for several hours, scheduled the appointment to remove the damn thing, and he somehow found the test in the trash. If she had kept her head on straight, she would have thrown it away outside in the dumpster. She could have done a bunch of things differently. This was un-repairable, broke beyond repair. This was a terrible sin and a dirty burden to carry. She'd rather have him hate her for dumping him than let him know the truth. Her legs were not kept shut, she fucked a man. She didn't even really know why she had done it. John was busy. And he wasn't.
Beezer wasn't. Yes, it was Beezer; she went from one man named John to fucking his friend. And yes, Beezer was an asshole to keep pushing and pushing. John was right there! He was in the other room, and Beezer kept gently touching her thigh, running his fingers up her. Anyways, it doesn't matter that Beezer was a lecherous asshat. She just suddenly got excited that someone wanted her, and she kind of got off on the sneaky "we're gonna get caught" nonsense. It was a foolish moment with a very determined man.
That made a baby.
That she turned into a corpse.
That gave her a fucking marriage proposal.
That broke up her relationship.
Despite her damn stupid behavior, she loved this man. She hated the whole thing that happened and wished she could undo it, but damn it, she loved this gorgeous man. She was the first girl he was ever with. Sure, she'd been with many men. But not him. He wanted just her. Nothing else. It was sweet, and it was kind of creepy all at once. She was full of curious adventure, and he was settling in for one long, steady, happy thing. A thing that a girl like her shouldn't even be considering.
And yes, she was mad as hell, mad at herself, mad at Beezer, and pissed off at John. How dare he propose! How dare he rifle through the trash and find her embarrassing little secret and then be so damn nice about it. How fucking dare he.
What kind of monster was he? To love her so much when she was so messed up.
And there he sat, unblinking in a cupboard, frost on his cheeks, wrapped in several towels.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Ricky was still startled in the bedroom. He wasn't startled because it was cold; he was startled that it was ice cold right now. He kept staring at an icicle hanging off the chandelier. What the hell had gone so wrong?
That was what he was thinking.
Mike's hand was still frozen to the door, but since there was literally no door on the bedroom anymore, the warm air from the hallway was slowly bringing the room up from freezing. The icy feel was fading, and Mike's hand suddenly released. The room was almost dripping already.
Mike stepped in and stared at a horrified Tiffany as she pointed at her beloved. Her whole body was trembling from head to toe and Mike pulled John from the cupboard, carrying him downstairs to the safe room. Always the safe room.
They set him on the little love seat Lucy and Rafael had made out on earlier that evening. Doesn't that seem like days away already?
Did I mention it was nearly five in the morning? These young people were strained, and exhausted and they would start dropping like flies soon. Very soon. Lucy now was very much asleep in the chair; she was plumb worn
She could remember when she found out she was pregnant. A little urine on a stick can change your life. And it did. There she was, with a happy damn man. He proposed, he kissed her, and he was practically singing her praises. He loved the hell out of her, and she could hardly stand it. The whole thing made her want to vomit. It wasn't his. He would have known that if he paid any attention to how making babies worked. It wasn't his baby. And it was utterly heartbreaking to her. His love was like a hot fire burning across her shame. It made her hate him. And her. She hated herself.
He wasn't even supposed to find out. She took the test, wept for several hours, scheduled the appointment to remove the damn thing, and he somehow found the test in the trash. If she had kept her head on straight, she would have thrown it away outside in the dumpster. She could have done a bunch of things differently. This was un-repairable, broke beyond repair. This was a terrible sin and a dirty burden to carry. She'd rather have him hate her for dumping him than let him know the truth. Her legs were not kept shut, she fucked a man. She didn't even really know why she had done it. John was busy. And he wasn't.
Beezer wasn't. Yes, it was Beezer; she went from one man named John to fucking his friend. And yes, Beezer was an asshole to keep pushing and pushing. John was right there! He was in the other room, and Beezer kept gently touching her thigh, running his fingers up her. Anyways, it doesn't matter that Beezer was a lecherous asshat. She just suddenly got excited that someone wanted her, and she kind of got off on the sneaky "we're gonna get caught" nonsense. It was a foolish moment with a very determined man.
That made a baby.
That she turned into a corpse.
That gave her a fucking marriage proposal.
That broke up her relationship.
Despite her damn stupid behavior, she loved this man. She hated the whole thing that happened and wished she could undo it, but damn it, she loved this gorgeous man. She was the first girl he was ever with. Sure, she'd been with many men. But not him. He wanted just her. Nothing else. It was sweet, and it was kind of creepy all at once. She was full of curious adventure, and he was settling in for one long, steady, happy thing. A thing that a girl like her shouldn't even be considering.
And yes, she was mad as hell, mad at herself, mad at Beezer, and pissed off at John. How dare he propose! How dare he rifle through the trash and find her embarrassing little secret and then be so damn nice about it. How fucking dare he.
What kind of monster was he? To love her so much when she was so messed up.
And there he sat, unblinking in a cupboard, frost on his cheeks, wrapped in several towels.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Ricky was still startled in the bedroom. He wasn't startled because it was cold; he was startled that it was ice cold right now. He kept staring at an icicle hanging off the chandelier. What the hell had gone so wrong?
That was what he was thinking.
Mike's hand was still frozen to the door, but since there was literally no door on the bedroom anymore, the warm air from the hallway was slowly bringing the room up from freezing. The icy feel was fading, and Mike's hand suddenly released. The room was almost dripping already.
Mike stepped in and stared at a horrified Tiffany as she pointed at her beloved. Her whole body was trembling from head to toe and Mike pulled John from the cupboard, carrying him downstairs to the safe room. Always the safe room.
They set him on the little love seat Lucy and Rafael had made out on earlier that evening. Doesn't that seem like days away already?
Did I mention it was nearly five in the morning? These young people were strained, and exhausted and they would start dropping like flies soon. Very soon. Lucy now was very much asleep in the chair; she was plumb worn
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