New Attitude
I wake up in a dark room. I recall everything that happened last night, but despite everything, I can't seem to move from my spot on the bed. I'm rooted to this mattress in the same way Ryan's baby is rooted in me. Pregnant? Every time I dare to think of the word, I feel nauseous. I never thought I would ever be pregnant, and the fact that it's Ryan's baby is what's killing me on the inside. A monster like him doesn't deserve a child. Ryan doesn't know what love is. How can his mother tell, though? Has she made a mistake? If I am pregnant, then it's too early for her to tell. The truth is my period is late, immensely late. Unfathomably late. I haven't even given it a thought as the weeks passed by, but it's late. I felt a little nauseous, but isn't it too early for that? It's only bee
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