Ashlyn laid the pregnancy test in the sink. "Fuck," she muttered. Ashlyn and her husband, Brent, rarely ever slept together, but the times he did, he never wore a condom. She didn't think it was enough to put a bun in the oven. Unlike her husband, she was faithful.
Ashlyn took two more tests. She hoped the first one was just a false positive. However, both were positive. False positives were rare and certainly didn't happen three times in a row. She slumped against the toilet lid. Ashlyn had one thought; 'I can't bring it up here.'
Getting pregnant wasn't something Ashlyn wanted. Not with her husband. She promised if she got pregnant, Ashlyn would never force her kid to grow up the way she did. Brent was at work, so escaping would be easy.
Ashlyn grabbed her suitcase. It was the biggest one she owned. She grabbed as many of her items as she could. Ashlyn had saved up some money. It wasn't a lot, but it was enough for a bus ticket that would take her anywhere but here.
Ashlyn wrote a quick note. It was vague enough, but it promised divorce papers in the future. Ashlyn discharged the letter on the kitchen counter before she left the penthouse. She wasn't going to miss this place. It was never her home.
Ashlyn made her way to the nearest bus station. Ashlyn needed to call someone and couldn't go to her parents. They were the reason Ashlyb was in this miserable marriage. She called the one person to escape her family.
Ashlyn quickly typed in the phone number. He had always told her to call him if she needed something. "Hey, E.J," Ashlyn greeted.