The ride home with Gianna is silent. My mind is consumed with the word “pregnant.”
I’m pregnant.
I can’t believe this is happening. I’m hardly twenty years old, still trying to figure out who I am and what I want from life. What was I thinking of, not using protection?
Not being on the pill? Letting him stuff his c*m back into me? How could I do this to myself?
Fuck me.
Now I'm pregnant with a child that I don’t think I am ready for—in fact, I know I’m not ready for. I never even imagined at this point in my life this would ever happen.
But the worst thing I keep thinking about is Xander. I need to tell Xander, but how? When?
The thought of confronting him with this news makes me want to hide underneath my bed and never come out. Xander and I had only been intimate twice, and we’ve
