He stares at me for a long time, searching my face for I don't know what. More tears start streaming down my face. I try to look away from him when he still doesn't say anything.
Gavin wipes away the tears running down my cheek and takes a deep breath. "Do you want to be on birth control?"
I look at him confused. What the hell kind of question is that? It's kind of to late for birth control, even if I wanted to be on it. It's not like starting it now would do any either one of us any good.
Mom was supposed to take me a long time ago to get put on the pill or get the shot, or something. She was never home long enough to do it though. When she was home she was always drunk, high or to involved with whatever drunk loser she brought home to care about me. I didn't want to go by myself an
