Special Friends
Chapter 10: The Results
Trish's POV
John drops me off at home and I jump in the shower. I smell like the ocean. I feel myself blush as I remember last night. We spent the entire night sleeping on the sand and it was surreal. I can't believe I had sex in the ocean! It was crazy. I'm crazy for doing such an act. My good mood immediately vanishes as pain shoots through my stomach once more. Oh crap. I have forgotten all about this whole issue. And that lady—what was her name, Stella? Yeah, her. She claims that I'm pregnant. Could it even be possible? I always use protection. But she knew my name and that John and I were old friends. How did she know all of that? Did John pay her so he can mess with me? He does like practical jokes after all. And what was the deal with the Ferris wheel? How did we end up in the same seat we were on in high school? This stuff is just too much to process. I need to know the truth.
I return from the drug store and sit on my couch staring at the pregnancy test in my hand. I take a deep breath. I need to know...
I wash my hands and sit on the toilet seat waiting for the pregnancy test to finalize. Please, please, please let it be negative. I don't need to deal with this right now. I have a huge speech coming up and if I do well enough I can get a job full time being a motivational speaker for children. I'm tired of trying to motivate these criminal women. They don't listen to anything I say. They're in prison for a reason. I've always wanted to help kids out and this is my chance. If I show up pregnant who knows what my boss will think.
I pick up the pregnancy test with my eyes closed. Mentally, I prepare myself for the answer to the most important question I've ever asked myself. I slowly open them to a plus sign. Shit... I stare at in silence. How could this happen? What am I gonna tell John? I shake my head in disbelief. No, this is impossible. This can't possibly be right. I...
My hands start to shake and I feel faint. I turn around and flip the toilet lid up. I vomit uncontrollably. I cough and struggle to stand up. I lean on the sink and spit into the drain. Ugh, this shit tastes horrible! I turn the water on and rinse out my mouth frantically trying to get rid of the horrid taste. Okay, maybe I am pregnant. I've never been sick like this before. I need to tell John. Should I tell him? What if he ditches me? No, no. He won't do that, will he? I can't just lie to the guy.
I climb out of my rental car and lean against the hood. I look up John's house. His car is parked out front so he's home. What is he gonna say? Is he gonna ditch me like Mya? Will he be angry? Will he even believe me? I'm so scared. I don't know what he's gonna say. And if he leaves then I'll be stuck to raise this baby on my own. How could I be so stupid? I should have taken Jessica's advice and waited until marriage. But I thought I knew everything. Now look what I got myself into.
I slowly walk up the steps and knock on the door. John opens the door right after I knock. He looks surprised to see me.
John: Trish, what are you... (I look down at my feet ashamed of myself.)
Trish: We need to talk.
John: Um... okay. Can this wait? I'm kinda busy. I have to go to work. (I look up at him to see that he's wearing his uniform. I shrug because this news couldn't wait but at the same time I feel relieved that he needs somewhere to be. This will give me time to think about what to say. He glances at his watch.)
John: Actually, I have a few minutes tp spare. Come on. (He steps aside and I gawk into his living room.)
Trish: On second thought, maybe I'll wait until later. I...
John: No, no. You're already here so come inside. (He grabs me by my elbow and gently pulls me into his home. I stand in the center of the living room fiddling with my fingers. I'm frozen. I don't know what to say.)
John: What's up? (I stare down at my fingers as they fumble around themselves. I focus so hard I can see each small pore the back of my hands. I've never noticed them before. I open my mouth slightly to speak but nothing comes out. I can hear John sigh.)
John: Trish, come on. What do you want? (I look up at him and try to talk but nothing comes out once again.)
John: Look, you're just gonna have to text me. I gotta go. I don't have time to play these games. (He turns and heads towards the door.)
Trish: I can't. (He turns around and eyes me suspiciously. I've finally found my voice.)
John: You can't text me? Why not? (I shrug once more losing my voice again.)
John: Are you trying to mess with me? This isn't funny. (I look back down at my fingers once more unable to look him the eye. This is going nowhere. All I'm doing is annoying him.)
John: You only come around for one reason. And right now is not a good time. I need to go but you're welcome to come back when I get off and we'll do what we always do. (He thinks I came here for sex? There is more to life than sex... I shock myself. Holy shit. Did I just think that? More to life than sex? I've never had a thought like that before. All I ever wanted was sex from John. But now I'm hurt. I'm hurt that's all he wants from me. I can't come here to talk, it's always about sex. I turn my back to him and sniffle. I try as hard as I can to fight back the tears.)
John: Trish, are you... (I quickly wipe the tears away and take in a deep breath. This isn't me. I don't cry over guys. I don't love them. I don't care about them. This is about sex and it always has been. I know that. I'm the one who suggested it in the first place. So why am I hurt that's all he wants? He places a hand on my shoulder.)
John: Trish... (I sniffle once more and turn to face him jerking his hand off of my shoulder.)
Trish: You know there's more to life than just sex. (He opens his mouth in shock.)
John: Um... okay? I guess. Look, I...
Trish: There's more to me than just a piece of ass! (I turn back around angrily and cross my arms.)
John: Okay... um... I'm sorry? I don't understand what the problem is here. You wanted this. You do know that right?
Trish: Yes I fucking know it! (Ugh I'm so angry at him I could just punch him in his stupid face.)
John: Jesus. Don't tell me you're turning crazy like Mya. I don't need this shit right now. Right there's the door. Help yourself. (What? Is he being rude to me? I turn around slowly with the old puppy dog face. I'm surprised to see him with his arms crossed. He's never been mean to me before. More tears rush out and I sob silently for a second. He stares at me shocked and quiet. I regain my composure and brush a few tears from my cheeks.)
John: There's clearly something going on with you. I've never seen you like this. What's wrong? Did I do something wrong? Last night we were just fine. What's wrong?
Trish: You're being mean to me. (My voice is low and saddened. John sighs and nods.)
John: You're right. I'm sorry. Here, sit. (He takes a seat on the couch and pats the cushion next to him. I slowly take a seat and look at him unsure.)
John: Just tell me what you came to say. (I shrug and remain silent.)
John: Well, apparently it's something serious. It's fine. Just say it I'm not gonna judge you or think any differently of you. (His voice is soft and reassuring. He sounds like he's talking to a child. I close my eyes and build up my courage. There's never an easy way to break this kind of news.)
Trish: Have you used a condom every time we, you know? (He stares at me blankly.)
John: Yes. (I swallow hard and look down. I watch as his jaw slowly drops.)
John: Are you...? (More tears stream down and I turn my face away from his. I can't have him staring at me while I'm like this.)
John: Trish? (I grow instantly frustrated.)
Trish: Yes, I'm fucking pregnant! (I stomp my foot and sigh loudly. John's face turns from confused and angry to excited.)
John: Seriously? (I remain quiet. He leaves out a few laughs and wraps his arms around me tightly.)
John: I can't believe it! (He kisses me hard on the lips for a split second before hugging me even tighter.)
John: This is awesome! (I'm thrown completely off guard by this reaction. I thought he would be mad or sad or something. But he's happy. He's more than happy. There isn't even a word to explain how he is acting.)
John: Wait, you are pregnant right? (I nod slightly and he gives me another huge hug.)
Trish: John, I... (His cell phone goes off and he glances at the caller I.D. He puts his finger up signaling for me to hold on a second.)
John: Hello? … Yeah, I can't make it. I'm gonna take a sick day... Thanks. (He hangs up and looks at me in awe.)
Trish: Did you just...
John: Yeah, I just called off of work.
Trish: Why?
John: For you. (Those words designate with me. He did something for me. No man has ever done anything for me. Sure, this was a small gesture but it's more than I've ever had.)
John: There are more important issues to tend to than going to watch a bunch of stinky inmates. (He says this with a huge grin. He looks me up and down with affection.)
John: Did you eat breakfast? You hungry? (I begin to shake my head no but he nods.)
John: You have to eat. I'll be right back. (He returns with a glass of orange juice.)
John: Are eggs okay? (I slowly begin to nod and he rushes away back into the kitchen. He returns a second later.)
John: I put your eggs on. Come out in the kitchen with me. (He grabs my hand and helps me out into the kitchen.)
Trish: I can walk on my own, you know? I'm not crippled...
John: I know, but still. (He helps me sit down on a chair at the table. He leaves to the living room and returns with a pillow.)
John: Here. (He slides it behind me and I rest my back on it. He makes his way to the stove and flips my eggs over.)
John: Are you comfortable? (I shift in my seat and the softness of the pillow eases my back.)
Trish: Yeah, I'm good. (I can hear him chuckle.)
Trish: What?
John: I'm sorry but this thought just popped into my head.
Trish: What?
John: It's stupid. Never mind. (I arch my brows and look at him suspiciously.)
Trish: Okay.
John: Actually, I can't believe I'm really asking this, but is it mine?
Trish: I can't believe you'd ask something so stupid. Yes, it's yours. Who's else would it be? (He looks at me scared and shrugs.)
John: Sorry, I just... never mind. You're right. It was a really stupid question. I... (I cross my arms and lick my lips.)
Trish: You think I'm some kind of whore or something? (He turns to face me and his face is pale and he looks horrified.)
John: No! No, I, I just... well, you know. We're not together and I just thought that you... I don't know, maybe, I wasn't the only one you were, you know. (All he's doing is mumbling and stuttering like an idiot. I roll my eyes.)
Trish: Yeah, I fucked the whole town. There, the truth is out. (I sit back and cross my legs. He's so irritating.)
John: I didn't mean it like that. I...
Trish: You wanna be so nosy, then fine. I've only been with 5 guys. Okay, and you were my first and last. So get over yourself. (I can see him lower his own head. I wonder what he's thinking.)
John: Um... right. So, breakfast is ready. (He turns around and places a plate in front of me. Eggs, toast, bacon and sausage sit in front of me. I look up at him.)
John: I hope you like it.
Trish: I can't eat all of this food. I...
John: Yes, you can. Remember, you're eating for two now. (He picks up the fork and picks up a small sausage link. He places it in front of my mouth.)
Trish: Are you trying to feed me? (He smirks and I can't help but smile back. I open my mouth and he puts the sausage in my mouth. A few minutes later my entire breakfast is devoured and I feel full. I never eat until I'm full. This is the first time in a while. We make our way back into the living room and sit on the couch.)
John: So?
Trish: What?
John: What are we gonna do?
Trish: Do about what?
John: The baby, us. (I shrug.)
Trish: I don't know. If you don't want to be apart of the baby's life that's fine. I'm not going to put you on child support or anything. I mean, after all, we never planned for any of this. I'm not going to hold you responsible...
John: Whoa, just hold on a minute. I never said I didn't want to be in that child's life. I'm the father and I plan to take care of my child. I'm not gonna do that to you, or the baby. (My brain freezes. What? Is he actually going to stay? I can't believe it.)
John: What?
Trish: I'm just surprised. You didn't say any of this to Mya...
John: She's irrelevant. She isn't you and she wasn't pregnant.
Trish: What's the difference between us? (I catch a glimmer in his eye. He smirks.)
John: A lot of reasons, Trish. For starters, she's crazy and you're not. We were best friends in high school and practically grew up together. We have a history together. I care about you. I hope you know that. I didn't care at all for Mya. She was a nuisance in my life. You make it better. You were the only girl that ever made me feel cared about and attractive. I mean, even now I still have issues with myself. I know this isn't true, but even to this day I feel like I'm a weak, ugly, loser. Even when I was like that you didn't judge me. You still gave yourself to me. I'll never forget that. You made me feel important. (He looks down and I can't believe my ears. I never knew any of this.)
John: I've never told anyone about this. But, I was close to killing myself in high school. Nobody cared about me, I was ugly, bullied, I had nothing going for me. All I had was your friendship and sometimes I wasn't even sure I had that. But then we went there. We lost our virginities together and I couldn't believe it. That was something you can only give to one special person, and you let me be that guy. I was the chosen one. Sure, we drifted apart after that but it changed the way I viewed myself. I was the ugliest and nerdiest guy in school. Everybody wanted to be you and be with you. Yet, I was the guy you gave yourself to. I no longer contemplated suicide. I wasn't miserable. I was the luckiest guy in the world. (I look at my fingers in shock. I never knew that either. I gave myself to him because he wasn't a jerk like the other guys and I thought he deserved to be the guy to have that special moment with me.)
Trish: I had no clue of any of that.
John: Well, now you do. You helped me change my life. I believe that I'm the guy I am today because you made me this way.
Trish: I don't know what to say... Thanks.
John: No, thank-you. (I smile and he grabs my hand with his and holds it. He rubs my knuckled gently with his thumb.)
John: So, what are we gonna do? You know, about us? (I shrug because I didn't know myself.)
John: Well, we both know I'm gonna be apart of this baby's life. I have a suggestion. (I become intrigued. A suggestion for what?)
Trish: And what's that? (He blushes as he shakes his head in disbelief.)
John: I can't believe I'm saying this. (I grow impatient.)
Trish: What? Spit it out.
John: What if we tried it out? You know, dating.)
Trish: Dating? (I'm caught off guard by his suggestion.)
John: Yeah, exclusively.
Trish: Like for real?
John: Yes. (I slowly retreat my hand from his.)
Trish: I don't know, John. That's not really what I'm about. I haven't been with anyone like that since Vic and I've never had any desire to do so. I just don't think I'm good relationship material. I don't think I'll be very good at it and I'll probably just end up hurting you. (Disappointment takes over his face. I've never seen him like this before. The poor guy is devastated.)
Trish: Don't get me wrong, you're a great guy. I'm just not a great girl for you. (John looks down at his hands and I can tell he's hurt. He must like me. I'm not sure though. He sure seems like it.)
Mya's POV
I can't believe this. My soul mate... he's dead. It can't be. I need to go and pack his things up. I'm sure the bank is already trying to repossess his house. I should try to salvage anything I can. I pull up in front of his house to see his car parked out front. What the... it's supposed to be demolished. He was hit in it. What's going on? Confusion takes over as I climb out of my car slowly. I don't understand what I'm seeing. What appears to be a rental car sits next to his car. I narrow my eyes. Oh, I think I know exactly what is going on here now. I peek through the living room window and see Trish and John sitting on the couch. Oh, hell no! I bang on the door angrily and John opens the door. His eyes shoot open wide.
John: Oh shit...
Mya: I see death is treating you well. (He looks down at his feet with disbelief.)
John: Fuck...
Mya: Yeah, fuck. What''s going on here!? (I can't control my anger. This asshole has crossed the line now.)
John: Just get out of here, okay. I'm done with you.
Mya: No, you're not. You have a lot of explaining to do and I'm not leaving until you talk to me.
John: I don't need to explain anything to you. I've made it clear a thousand times I don't want anything to do with you. I owe you nothing.
Mya: Yes you do. You lied to me and made me believe you were dead. Do you have any idea how that made me feel? You put me through hell. (I remember how much I was crying last night because of his pathetic lie.)
John: That's not my problem. (He tries to close the door on me but I put my hand on it stopping him. My blood boils over. He's such a jackass.)
Mya: I fucking hate you! How could you do this horrible shit to me just so you can be with your little whore!? (Just as I say her name, Trish appears in the doorway. Look at her. What's so special about her? She looks like any other stupid blonde. John is an idiot for throwing me away for someone you can find on any street corner.)
Trish: Excuse me? I know you're not talking about me.
John: Trish, please...
Mya: Actually, I am. Who the hell do you think you are sleeping with my man? (She glances at John with a smirk before chuckling.)
Trish: So, I'm guessing you're the famous Mya? (She sighs as she glances at John. He looks nervous.)
Trish: You're the bitch who wrecked my car? Look, I'm gonna take you to court and you will be paying for my new car. I don't know who you think you are ruining my stuff. You have issues with John, fine. Leave me out of it. I didn't do anything to you for you to mess with my stuff.
Mya: You're sleeping with my husband. The man I'm pregnant by who isn't taking responsibility and...
Trish: Just shut up. Okay? You're obviously fucking crazy. I don't even know you but I can't stand you. John isn't your man or husband or whatever. And you're not pregnant. Seriously, you're stupidity stresses me out. Just leave us alone and let it be. Go find someone else to stalk. Psycho. (She rolls her eyes with such confidence. I look John straight in the eye.)
Mya: Do you see this, John? You see how she talks to me? And you're just standing there letting her. What's your problem? You're a little pussy if you ask me. Be a man and tell her you are done with her. Tell her I'm your woman and you're gonna be with me. (They both stare back at me with stoic looks. I feel tears fighting their way out of my eyelids but I struggle right back against them.)
Mya: Tell her! (I can't contain it anymore and tears fall to my cheeks. Why isn't he saying anything? He should be defending me and taking my side.)
Mya: John, tell her I'm the one you love. (He sighs and just looks down. He... he doesn't love me anymore. He loves her.)
Mya: AHHHHH! (I scream at the top of my lungs and jump up and down. I can't control myself. I lose it and throw a huge tantrum like a little kid.)
Mya: You're supposed to love me! (I stomp some more and scream again.)
John: Mya! Shut...
Mya: You asshole! (I stand in the yard stomping some more ignoring his pleas for silence. I pick up a flower pot and throw it at them. It smashes into a thousand pieces in front of them on the porch. I fall to my knees and tears gush out. I place my face in my hands and weep uncontrollably.)
John: Mya... (I feel his hand on my shoulder and I swat it away.)
Mya: Don't touch me! (I climb to my feet and look up at Trish who is standing in the safety of the porch. John is in front of me with a confused expression. I point at Trish.)
Mya: This is all your fault you fucking home-wrecker! (I take a few steps towards the porch but John steps in my way.)
John: Hey, relax! (I push against him and try my hardest to make it towards Trish. She remains silent on the steps. I want to rip her stupid head off.)
Mya: Fight me you bitch! (I pick up another flower pot and throw it at her. John covers his head with his forearm and flinches as I do. It shatters on the porch next to Trish. I can see the anger rise up in her eyes. She rushes down the porch towards me. I prepare myself for battle. I hold my fist up and swing just as she is in arm's reach. John shoves me back causing me to hit nothing but air. I fall flat on my behind. I'm in shock. Did John just push me aside to protect his little skank? More tears sting my cheeks.)
Trish: Are you fucking serious!? (I watch as she tries to get past John to fight me. I wish he would let her go. But he knows better. The second I get my hands on that bitch it's done. She'll be wrecked.)
John: Calm down. (I watch as he pushes her back up the steps and into the door way. She fights and argues with him the whole time. He turns back to look at me.)
John: You need to get the hell out of here, NOW. Or I swear to God, I'll call the cops and have your ass arrested. This is your last warning. Don't test me. (He slams the door and I break down in tears once more. So this is it. This is how he's going to end it. He'll rather choose some slut over his family. I feel my heart being broken at this thought.)
John's POV
John: What the hell was that? (I stare at Trish who is still riled up wanting to fight. I can't believe what's going on. These two are crazy.)
Trish: She needs her ass kicked!
John: Yeah, I know that. But you're not going to be the one to do that. For God's sake, you're pregnant! Take some fucking precautions for once. Jesus. (She turns her back to me and groans out in protest like a moody teenager.)
Mya's POV
I hear them arguing on the other side of the door as I pull myself to my feet. Pregnant huh? Is this for real? When did this happen? I missed something huge here. Regardless, I'm not letting them get away with this. They will both pay. I'm not responsible for anything that happens to them from here on out. They will regret the day they ever crossed me.
John's POV
Trish: That woman just infuriates me. She destroys my property and then calls me a whore and tries to attack me. What the hell is that? How does she even know about anything that we do? You told her, didn't you? You told her we sleep together.
John: What? No, of course not. I can't stand her either. She's been stalking and spying on me, alright. I'm sure she's seen us together. She sent me this disturbing scrap book the other day. She had used condoms and weird captions. She even had pictures of us that were supposed to be completely private. Like the time in the barn, she was there. (Trish turns to face me with a look of interest.)
Trish: What?
John: I know. She's insane. That's why I told her I was dead so she would leave us alone. Obviously, that didn't work out.
Trish: I'll keep her away. (Trish makes a fist. She really wants to beat Mya up. As amusing as that would be, I can't allow it.)
John: Trish, no. Listen to me, you can't do that. One; you'll go to jail. And more importantly, you're pregnant. Mya is insane. If she knew you were pregnant she'd do something horrible. Please, just stay away from her. I'm begging you. Please, I don't want anything to happen to you. (Trish sighs and nods.)
Trish: Fine, fine. (I reach out and wrap my arms around Trish in a hug.)
John: It's gonna be okay. I'll protect you and this baby to the death. You won't have to worry about anything hurting you guys. Including that lunatic. I'll take care of her. (Trish looks up at me with concern.)
Trish: You haven't been seeing her or anything like that since we've been seeing each other, have you? (I shake my head.)
John No, Trish. It's only been you. (She nods as she pulls me into an even tighter hug. She's never been this way towards me before. She's showing me more affection now than she's ever done. I return the hug and hold her close to me.)
Trish: Thanks for everything. (I kiss her on the top of her head as I hug her even tighter. She rejected my offer to be together but I can sense that she wants it just as much as I do. She's carrying my baby now after all. I need to make us a family. I was already in love with her before this happened. I'm gonna do everything I can to make her love me back. We're soul mates after all.)