AUTHOR'S NOTE: Because of the way this story is formatted, beware of the way I have done dialogue.
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i am throwing up for the second time in twenty minutes and i begin to think about what i said about having a little girl named alicia.
because i was suppose to start my period yesterday and i have abdominal pains so bad it feels like i am giving birth.
catherine, nervously, offers to buy me a home pregnancy test, but i said it might just be stress. i tend to throw up when the stress gets too much.
and my boyfriend getting shot definitely fits the bill.
i think she is more in denial then i am. because when she leaves while i try and eat breakfast and comes back with an at-home test, she shrugs.
'doesn't hurt,' is her excuse.
i look at her like she is crazy, but asks, 'how long does it take?'
'just a few minutes,' she replies, with an expression that is somewhere between excited and dreading.
and the truth is, i feel the same way.
i lock myself in the bathroom, and greg's cologne assaults my nose.
trying to get it over with as soon as possible, i pee on the strip and wait in silence. i leave it on the sink and press my ear against the door and can hear catherine talking.
she is already telling people that i might be pregnant. damnit.
but at the moment, i really don't have enough energy to care.
a few minutes pass before i remember why i am locked in my bathroom.
oh shit.