Letters For Us
Chapter Four
Peeing in a cup is harder than you'd think. You have to either crouch and hover above the toilet seat and hold the cup in place under you, or completely take off your pants and underwear and just pee over the tiny cup standing up, which results in a sticky, piss covered bathroom floor. I tried both of these methods and missed a few times. On the third attempt, I managed to actually get some piss in the damn thing.
It was one of the cheaper brands too, which took five freaking minutes rather than three. This left me in the predicament of waiting in Issac's bathroom for the longest five minutes of my life after I had dipped the pregnancy test into the cup. I was positive he was a little concerned about how long I was taking, hell, anyone would be. I spent a good ten minutes trying to pee in the cup, another good eight trying to clean up my piss off the bathroom floor and toilet seat, and the last five waiting for the test to give me an answer. Though, for now, maybe he thought I was on my period or something as I was taking an insane amount of time in the restroom. And if my suspicions were correct, I wouldn't be having any more of those anytime soon…
It had been a pretty silent drive back to his house, neither of us saying a word to each other. The only sound that had been heard was the constant rattling of the many tests in the box, which I was hoping dearly Issac wouldn't recognize. Luckily, he didn't. I think he knew it was a serious matter as he didn't say a word, when he usually would have made a few wisecracks to make me laugh. But no, he was quiet this time.
Oh, how I wondered what he would think. Obviously, he wasn't the father of my maybe-existent-child, and I wasn't going to expect him to react like a soon-to-be-dad would. Though, just maybe he would be a little happy for me. Or sad at how it would alter my life and how it could put a strain on my health, and how it could kill me. Maybe a little hopeful the baby would turn out to be a carbon copy of Gus, or better yet, a cyborg clone of him implanted in my uterus.
As I stared at the clock, I suddenly realized the five minutes were up. I scrambled for the pregnancy test box hurriedly, looking for the directions. On the backside of the box, it said,
"Blue Minus = Negative, Pink Plus = Positive!"
Blue is no, pink is yes… Those words repeated in my head for the longest time, over and over again until I felt dizzy as I prepared for the confirmation of the answer I already knew. Or, perhaps the dizzy spell was from how fast my heart rate was from my nervousness... As I slowly put down the box, I glanced at the small pen laying flat of the bathroom sink top. Everything seemed to move so slowly, my mind numbing at the speed the world was moving, everything in slow motion. I was reaching for the test, my eyes searching for the answer. Though, in seconds, my eyes found what I was looking for, and what I was fearfully dreading. My heart nearly dropped into the pits of my stomach as I laid my eyes on the tiny, pink, cross.
