Chapter 1
"No, please Joey! No" I woke myself up with my screaming. Another nightmare. Im covered in sweat and my sheets are all tangled around my body. I glance at the alarm clock on my night stand and see its only 6am. "Great" I groan as I fight to detach myself from my bedding. I know there is no way I was going back to bed after that nightmare. So, I walk to the kitchen and make a cup of Folgers coffee. I also decide to make scrambled eggs and toast to go along with it. I set my breakfast on the table just as my roomate and best friend comes stumbling into the room. I can tell she just woke up from the way her purple tank top was about to release a titty and her curls were about to take off to the moon. She pours herself a cup of coffee, adding 2 creams and 3 sugars, and plops down beside me. We sit in silence for a few minutes, eating and drinking, until she clears her throat and speaks. "Another one?" She phases it as a question but she already knows the answer. I finish chewing and swallowing my eggs. "Yeah." Tears well in my eyes but i refuse to let them fall. Im so tired of crying. "Kar..." "Im fine, Tara." I interrupt, blinking the tears away. She gives me a 'don't give me that shit' look but thankfully drops it. "I have to drop off Henry for Ms.Tee before i head to work." I nod, standing up to go wash the dishes. Tara comes to stand beside me and grips my shoulder. I stare into her dark brown eyes as she speaks. "Im worried about you,Karolina. You need to speak with someone. Its not healthy to hold everything in." I say nothing and she sighes. "At least promise me you will think about it." I hold up my hands and promise. She smiles slightly and heads back to her room. 30 minutes later, she has on her black jeans, black sneakers, and gray Hogging Tommy's work shirt. Her curls are wrapped up in a blue headscarf. "Im heading out,Kit" she yells. "Okay. Try not to kill anyone!" "No promises!" The front door slams. Silence wraps around me. Sighing loudly,I curl up on the couch and flip on some cartoons. Spongebob Squarepants to be exact. Its on of the few things that clear my mind since...that night. As I laugh at something stupid Patrick said, my stomach starts to hurt. I make it to the bathroom right as i puke up my breakfast. I flush the toliet and brush my teeth. As I brush them, I think about how weird that had been. Then another thought enters my mind. I hadn't had my period this month. And I was never late. Panicking, I quickly grab my wallet and keys and rush down to my 2011 black Honda Accord. The whole ride to Wal-Mart, I tell myself there is no possible way. Just no way. When I get there, I rush inside and head straight to the pregnancy test. I grab three of them as my heart is about to leap out of my chest. I damn near run to the self check out and in my haste, I collide right into a man. All of our items crash to the ground and as we both bend down to pick them up, our foreheads bump together. "Ouch,"I groan as I stand up again, letting him gather the items off the floor. He collects them and hand me my tests. I eye the items in his hand as I'm too embarrassed to look in him in the eyes. A bottle of bleach, a blanket, and a soda. Prefectly normal items. Gathering a little courage, I finally lift my head up to look him in the eyes. My breathe catches in my throat as I look at an extremely handsome man. Dark blue, almost black, eyes with flicks of rich carmel in them stare intensely at me. Jet black hair hangs to his shoulders in waves. But the most unusual part of his face was a scar. A jagged scar that started in the center of his forehead and ended at the base of his right eye. All in all, he was an dangerously attractive man. "Stay away from him" my inner voice said. And this time I decided to listen to it. I thanked him for picking up my items and hurried away from him. 40 dollars later, I was back home. I was pacing back and forth while waiting for the damn tests to make up their minds. Finally after 5 minutes, I looked at each one. And all of them say the same thing:positive. The tears I've held back all day finally came running down my face. I was pregnant. I was pregnant with my rapsist baby.
