When Your Heart Stops Beating - 2
Love. This is getting harder and I can't seem to pick you out of the crowd.
You, my dear, have been discovered a liar.
And I'm afraid that this is building up for far too long.
He didn't say anything. That's when my heart broke.
An awkward silence passed between us. It was followed by another, and another, and another.
We were little better than strangers. What were we supposed to say to each other?
Congratulations? Well Done? What the hell are we going to do now?
Tears filled my eyes and threatened to spill. I hastily wiped them. I wasn't going to cry. Not in front of him.
He looked little better than me. His face had gone completely white and tiny beads of sweat had formed on his forehead. He looked like he was going to be sick. I took a step back and gave him some air. He gave a grateful smile before burying his face in his hands.
Was he crying? Or, like me, was he just realising how serious this was?
I'd never given much thought as to how my future would pan out. But if you had told me a month ago that this is what would happen, I would have laughed. Things like this didn't happen to girls like me. I was a straight A student, I was going to one of the best universities in the state, I had a bright future ahead of me. I played the violin, for God's sake.
He looked up. I swallowed.
"Well, fuck," he said.
Love. This is getting the best of me.
And truth be told, you were the start of it you.
Now you, my dear, might end up lonely.
But before you go, there's something you should know.
"I'm pregnant," she said, "You're going to be a father".
That was the day my life changed. For the better or for the worse? Well, that was something I was still trying to figure out.
Safe sex. That's what they drilled into us at high school. I can still remember sitting in the musty classroom ever Wednesday afternoon. I can still remember the replica penises and the hilarious videos that we'd been shown.
Always wear a condom! Always wear a condom!
But we hadn't used one, obviously. I don't know why we hadn't. I don't know why had we thought we would be the lucky ones, the exception to the rule?
Ninety-nine cents was all it cost. A ninety-nine cent piece of rubber could be the difference between an unwanted child or no child at all.
But, it had been done. The seeds had been sown, so to speak. And now our future would depend on what happened in the next nine months.
Just shy of 18, a night of fun and an unplanned child.
They didn't teach you that at school.
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