2nd story!

NUDGE POV

I paced back and forth in the bathroom, clutching the pregnancy test in my hands.

How did this happen?

Well, I know how but – you know what I mean.

10 seconds left, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, and 1. Slowly, I raised the test to my eyes. Two pink lines…..I searched franticly for the instructions.

One pink line: Not pregnant

Two pink lines: Pregnant

Oh, no. No, no, no! This can't be. What am I going to do? I can't stay here. I can't ruin Iggy's life. He's only 21. I'm 18. I can't tie him down.

I ran to the room we share. All my clothes were stuffed in a bag, I took some pictures of us and the flock, & I grabbed a notepad. The flock and Iggy were both written notes. I felt so bad but I knew that staying here would only make things worse.

IGGY POV

After Angel, Gazzy, Max, Fang, and I came back from the store; I noticed it was awfully quiet.

"Nudge?" I called. I ran upstairs to look in our room.

I saw a yellow piece of paper on our bed. It read:

Dear Iggy,

I love you so much. But I can't stay. Don't come looking for me, please. I made a terrible mistake and I'm sorry. I know you hate me but, trust me; I'm making all of our lives easier. I promise. I love you. You'll always have a special place in my heart. I'll never forget you and I hope you never forget me.

With love always,

Nudge

No, no. This can't be happening.

FUCK!

I knocked over the bedside lamp with all the anger I had. Tears started to fall. There was a knock and the flock came in.

"Sorry, man. Maybe she'll come back." Fang said softly.

"No. I don't want her to come back! She doesn't love me so why should I love her?" I yelled.

"Iggy….." Max said.

"Just…get out. Please." I begged.

They all gave me sympathetic looks then left. I pulled out the 7 karat engagement ring I was going to give Nudge. Today is our anniversary of a veryspecial night. I clutched the box in my hands and chucked it against the wall.

Pictures of Nudge, the flock, and I covered the walls.

My favorite one was of Nudge and I at the park. Nudge was on the swings. She was high in the air, smiling, her reddish-brown hair was blown back. I was under her trying not to get hit, laughing. Angel took hit.

That's my favorite. But it's gone.

LATER THAT WEEK

I roll over in my bed, Nudge's side still untouched.

I miss her smell, her smile, her laugh, her touch.

Tears keep falling.

"Why, Nudge? Why?" I whispered.

My first Niggy! R&R!