Not Again!
619 Words
I thought everything had finally settled.
For the first time in days, my chest felt lighter.
Noah was back in my life.
My family was trying to fix what was broken.
Even Stacy… it still felt unreal, but she was my sister.
For once, things felt almost normal.
Almost.
But life doesn’t stay calm for long.
A few weeks later, I started feeling strange.
At first, I ignored it.
Stress. Everything we had been through.
That’s what I told myself.
But then it didn’t stop.
Morning sickness.
Weakness.
I knew something was wrong.
But I kept pushing it away.
So one evening, I went out.
I didn’t even tell myself I was going anywhere specific.
I just left the house.
And somehow, I ended up inside a pharmacy.
I stood there for a moment, looking around like I wasn’t sure what I was doing.
My heart was beating fast.
I picked it up quickly, paid, and left.
I didn’t look at anyone.
My hands were shaking the whole time.
I didn’t even look the cashier in the eye.
I just wanted it over with.
I went back home, I sat on the bathroom floor.
The test was in my hand.
My heart was beating too fast.
“No… this can’t be happening,” I whispered.
But I still used it.
I still waited.
Time felt slow.
Then I looked down.
Two lines.
I froze.
My whole body went cold.
“No…” I said again, but this time softer.
Like saying it could change it.
But it didn’t.
It was real.
I was pregnant.
I sat there for a long time.
I couldn’t think.
Noah’s face came into my mind.
Everything we were trying to rebuild.
Everything we were trying to fix.
And then Ethan.
My chest tightened.
Because deep down, I already knew what this meant.
But I couldn’t say it out loud.
My phone rang.
Noah.
I stared at it.
It kept ringing.
I didn’t pick.
Then it stopped.
A message came immediately.
Noah: Where are you? You’re not answering me.
I held my phone tight.
My fingers shook.
I couldn’t reply.
Because nothing in me felt strong enough to speak.
A knock came at my door.
I froze.
“Jasmine?” Noah’s voice.
I quickly wiped my face.
“I’m coming!” I said.
But my voice cracked.
I knew he heard it.
I opened the door slowly.
Noah was standing there.
The moment he saw me, his face changed.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
I shook my head fast.
“Nothing.”
He didn’t believe me.
He stepped closer.
“Talk to me.”
My throat tightened.
I tried again.
“It’s nothing.”
But my voice broke completely this time.
Silence.
Noah just stared at me.
Like he already knew something was wrong.
Then he said quietly,
“Jasmine… is it Ethan?”
My heart stopped.
I didn’t answer.
Because I couldn’t.
Noah’s jaw tightened a little
Then he turned.
And started walking away.
I panicked inside.
But I didn’t stop him.
Because I didn’t even know what to say.
At the door, he stopped.
Without turning back, he said:
“If you’re hiding something… don’t wait until it destroys us.”
Then he left.
The door closed.
And I stood there alone.
I went back inside slowly.
My legs felt weak.
I sat on the floor again.
I looked at the test on the bed.
Still there.
Still real.
My phone buzzed again.
Unknown number.
One message.
I opened it.
“I know what you did that night… and it wasn’t Noah.”
I froze.
My hand started shaking.
And this time… I already knew.
Everything was about to fall apart again.
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