The fresh smell of October scented in the air of England
Larson was impatiently roaming around Lara's oversized room; waiting for something he feared the most.
He had just married Lara several months earlier, on June 22nd, 1991.
Lara had been in the bathroom for 2 hours! What was taking her so long?!
He walked over to the bathroom door and put his ear to the scruffy wooden door, hearing if anything was going on.
Nothing was happening in there; otherwise he would have heard it.
Impatient and worried, Larson opened the door to see Lara sitting on the lid of the toilet, staring at her pregnancy tester.
Not a glance was granted from Lara. She was astonished by what she was realizing; a cold bitter result, she was pregnant.
"Honey…" he asked, looking around in the bathroom, seeing multiple pregnancy tests scattered in the large and quiet bathroom.
"All the tests I took…and all of them have the same result…" she informed, her voice low and overly shocked.
"What is the result?"
"You can't tell?"
"You're…pregnant…?" he murmured, seeing her discontentment.
"Larson…I'm not ready to be a mother…"
"What are you going to do now?"
"I don't know…I don't know about anything anymore…"
Larson let out a faint sigh, he knew that she was scared and confused, even he was, but not as much as Lara. Her silky honeydew coloured hair fell over her face, her skin looked pale with fear, and her face looked as if she was at a loss. She knew that it was her fault for not being protected in the first place.
Why…why was this happening…? Why didn't she use her head? She knew one thing for sure, she was not about to get an abortion. The agony would be too much, and she knew that even getting shot three times in the stomach wouldn't hurt as much as an abortion. She didn't want a baby, but she didn't want to get an abortion. What else could she feel but confusion?
This was the biggest thing that had ever happened to her…and the most terrifying.