SILENCE

EIGHT

Quote for the chapter: I hate being broken. I hate that i cannot go back

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A month later, headache and vomiting became my wake up call.

Ignoring it as flu, I took some medicine except they didn't work.

So here I am in biology class with a dead frog in front of me.

Nausea squeezed my insides causing me to run out of the classroom with my hand over my mouth.

After throwing up for the third time that morning, I walked to the nurse's office.

Miss Rain took one look at me before rolling her eyes."You forgot your tampon?" She asked causing me to scoff.

"I always carry a pack with me since that day, miss Rain. I'm not getting embarrassed like that ever again"

Miss Rain only hummed with a bored expression on her face.

"I need some meds. I've been feeling a bit under the weather for like a month. I've taken flu meds but nothing seems to work" I said, my eyes scanning over the female reproductive system poster behind her desk.

"When was the last time you saw your period?"

I shrugged, "A month, I think. I don't really know how to count and stuff like that"

"Mhmm and I'm guessing you haven't seen it this month?"

I nodded immediately causing her to write a few things.

Miss Rain grumbled something under her breath before placing two pregnancy tests on the table.

"What is this?" I asked in fear causing miss Rain to snort.

"What does it look like, miss Joselyn. Please don't tell me you missed s*x Ed class" she said before picking up a magazine,"Because I don't have time to begin teaching you s*x and how it works"

My throat was dry.

"I can't be pregnant" I whispered to myself with tears in my eyes.

"Are you convincing me or yourself?"

Miss Rain whispered causing me to glare at her before snatching the pregnancy test from the table.

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Positive.

Positive.

The two tests revealed that I'm pregnant.

I'm pregnant.

I can't be a mother now.

My hand nervously reached for my stomach.

God, no please.

Tears ran down my cheeks and in an attempt to stifle my sobs, I stuffed tissues in my mouth.

So here I am crying my heart out in the school's toilet.

When was I reduced to this?

I heard the bell ring but I don't bother standing up.

Fuck English class.

My life was already ruined.

That was until an idea came to mind.

After nine months, I'll ask for a DNA test revealing that my father is responsible for the pregnancy.

I bit my lip in hesitation.

Abortion is the safest option but this baby can prove that I was right and my dad was wrong.

It'll probably get him a few years in jail.

My life might be ruined but at least it would be just me.

Plus dad is a middle school teacher which meant they were young kids at his disposal.

Deep down, I know I'm being selfish but I can't help but see dad in pain for what he did to me.

Seeing him in orange behind bars would be the best moment of my life.

Maybe I would even capture it on my camera and keep that moment not only as my wallpaper but in my heart as well.

And with that thought in mind, I dumped the test in the trashcan.

Obviously making sure to destroy them.