-=+=- Chapter 14 -=+=-
A/N: Hi everyone! Im on the school bus on my way to school, so I'm sorry for any mistakes.
After I had made breakfast, eggs, bacon, hashbrowns and black puddings, I was driving Zosh back to her were planning to go out, it turns out, we cant, so I was dropping Zosh at her place then popping to Fletchs so he can get some clean clothes, as we plan to spend the day together.
We decided to go to the park. We passed the children's play area. And I tried to tear my head away, but still ended up looking, a sad smile on my face at what I could've once had. I sighed. "You ok?" He had asked me. 'No,' I thought in my head, 'I'm really not.' "Yeah." I replied, "Just thinking." I was battling with my own mind and losing. Against my will a few salty tears managed to slip down my pale cheeks. Before Fletch noticed I managed to wipe away before he so happened to look down and notice them sliding down my cheeks.
-=SOMETIME AGO=-
I took the test. I had to, it wasn't my choice to make. I was forced to, by my sister. I sat there, in the bathroom waiting for the little screen to tell me my fate, positive or negative. I hadn't understood how it felt before now, I didn't believe my friends when they had a drunken mistake waiting to find out if it would drag out further. Each second felt like an eternity, and would drag on and on, of course time was going at a regular time for everyone else, it was only me that time had slowed for. Finally the screen was no longer blank and my fate was on that screen right in front of me, it was so funny to think that at this second, a woman somewhere was looking at a similar screen hoping for a totally different result to me. It was funny to think that this stick could make and break lives. Finally I glanced down. No. I couldn't be. Maybe I was seeing things? I closed my eyes and rubbed them and opened them again. There it was, clear as day. Two. Red. Lines. Shit. Why, why did this have to happen to me? I so wished I had fletch with me to cuddle me and tell me it was all going to be ok.
But he wasn't.
I messed it all up. I left him devastated at the alter without a thought. Why? Why did I do this to myself? I've messed my life up in more ways than one. The love of my life, is gone, because of me. I'm pregnant with a baby I can't keep. 'It was for the best.' I had tried to tell myself. 'He's perfect and you're broken. He'll hate you.' Despite telling myself that every second of every day I still found myself wondering what could've happened. I think I finally told myself enough that I actually found myself believing it. Why am I so weak?
A/N: Hope you enjoyed that, a little blast into Colette's past there. Hope you enjoyed, leave a review telling me what you think.
~Blaze