“Okay then.” He stepped out of the room.
No friends. No relatives. Dead dad, long gone mom. No brothers, sisters, and no cousins I gave a damn about. I was alone.
I’d had someone, Aspyn, but it was too late. She’d moved on. I was sure of it because I hadn’t exactly been returning her calls or texts. She probably thought I’d ghosted her.
I hadn’t meant to. I just didn’t have a phone anymore.
A snort escaped. I needed a new phone. When sitting in the hospital every day, it was easy to forget about crap like being connected, but my phone had melted during the accident. Hell, it’d given me second-degree burns, and I hadn’t even realized at the tim
e because of my other injuries.
I sighed and considered trying to get a hold of Aspyn, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I’d march back into Livingston and find that she had some new guy.
I wasn’t even myself, and I wouldn’t be for months. She wanted and needed a man who could rock her world and make her moan. I’d recover, but it’d take a while, and I didn’t want her to look at me with pity. The idea made my stomach clench.
I had to face the truth. By the time I was back to my old self, it’d be too long for her to wait around.
Yeah, we’d connected at the reunion, but we’d both been drunk, and it had been that kind of night.
I had other things to worry about like rehab and getting back to work. It wasn’t like I loved her. It was just a fun end to an old high school crush.
So why did I feel so empty?
Chapter 5
Aspyn
Did anyone really like a moment of truth? I knew I didn’t.
Holding my breath, I reached over and picked up the little plastic stick sitting on my bathroom counter. I swallowed once and turned it to see the center. It was time to see if my life had permanently changed.
A little pink line ran down the middle of the pregnancy test.
“No way,” I mouthed. “No way, no way, no way. This isn’t happening. This isn’t real.”
I blinked and then shook it several times, hoping that maybe I was seeing things. Shaking didn’t change anything, nor did the stream of curse words I tossed at it right after.
A long, slow sigh escaped my mouth, and I tossed the pregnancy test into the small garbage can sitting next to my toilet. The whole thing seemed weird and strange, almost like I was experiencing someone else’s life.
But I wasn’t, and I needed to face up to that.
So, there it was, the big, inescapable truth. I was pregnant.
When I’d first gotten morning sickness, I’d blown it off, thinking up every excuse I could think of: food poisoning, seasonal bug, bad luck. At one point, I’d even somehow convinced myself for a day I might have had stomach cancer. On another, I thought it had something to do with local pesticide spraying.
Why would I go so far? What could I say? Denial could be stronger than meth.
I wasn’t an idiot. I knew I might have been pregnant, but I didn’t want to face the possibility. The thing was, it had seemed so unlikely. I’d only had sex with one man in the last few months. I was even on birth control.
Come on. What were the chances?
A chuckle followed the thought. That’s what they’d tried to hammer home in sex ed. I remember laughing about it in health class with Perri.
No birth control method is 100 percent effective. They’d said it about a billion times. Guess I should have asked Alex to get some condoms after all.
Slumping down on the toilet, I put my head in my hands and let out another long sigh. That’s what I got for having a wild night. Alex had talked about it being a beginning. He was righter than he knew.
I glanced over at my phone sitting on the bathroom counter, considering another call to Alex. After that big show of giving me his number, he’d stopped responding to me the next day. I’d chalked it up to work and exhaustion, but then no response had come the next day after that. Then the next week. Then the next month.