I feel my body shaking as I stop the car. Everything is a mess. My head falls forward and leans against the steering wheel. The tears do not slow or stop. I no longer know what is right or wrong. I thought I was helping them, then when I saw, in the end, it would be a mess. I left.
I left for them, but even that doesn't seem to be the right thing. I hate to think it, but I wish I wasn't pregnant. I want to go back, walk into Wayne's office, scream at him and tell him I'm pregnant then do to him what he has. Change all my contact details just so he knows how I feel.
I hear a tapping, looking up I see knuckles tapping the window. My dad and Rich stood by the car looking worried. Unlocking the door, I open it and step out.
"What did she do?" My dad inquires.
"Doesn't matter."I walk towar
