Tara awoke with a jolt at three o'clock in the morning. She had had the dream again. The same cold nightmare of her troubled past. She held her head in her hands and remembered what really had happened that day eleven months ago…
"Jack, I'm pregnant." Tara sobbed to her boyfriend. Jack stood still, hardly breathing and his eyes wide.
"Jack?" She whispered
"Okay. So you're…pregnant…and its mine…" He said slowly. Tara studied his face.
"I'm scared. I don't know what to do," Tara started to cry again.
"Shhh! Okay listen to me. You're not going to have this baby," Jack said digging in his wallet.
"What, you mean…an abortion?" she gasped.
"Yeah," He coughed, "Here. I have enough money in savings. Take my card." Tara took his card and looked up at him.
"You're going to be here, right?" She asked hopefully. Jack nodded, and held her tight…
…little did she know that it was the last time she would ever see him again.
Tara shook herself from her memories. That was almost a year ago. She looked over next to her. Her boyfriend of eight months, Bradin Westerly, was still asleep. She'd never told him about her "situation". She was afraid he would high-tail it out of there like Jack did.
"Tar?" Bradin yawned "It's three in the morning. You okay?"
"I'm fine," She sighed, sliding down next to him and putting her arms around him.
"Bradin?" She asked
"Hmm?"
"If you…I mean…what if you were dating someone who…"
"Tara, are you sure you're okay?" Bradin asked concerned.
"Um…yeah. Just tired. Forget it, we'll talk later," She shrugged and kissed him goodnight.
She swiped a tear from her cheek, What am I gonna do?