Kwame
“I’m pregnant”
I stared at her in shock, positive it was some kind of joke.
“You are what?” I asked. “I said I’m
pregnant, or at least I think so”. I took a deep breath, “She’s not sure. It’s possible it nothing.
she’s just late because of stress or whatever it is that affects girls’ hormones” I thought to myself, my mind
scrambling for answers, explanations, alternatives ... hope I guess. “After
all we always used a condom, ok maybe not always but I never come in her!
Never!” but even as
these thoughts ran through my mind I remembered that night, the night of the
party, in the car, the hurried caresses, how intense everything had felt,
finding my release in her softness, I couldn’t have pulled out if someone had
put a gun to my head. But she said it was safe! Damn! God please don’t let my
first born, the child who will probably ruin my life as I know it and chain me
to a girl I don’t plan on even staying with after school, be the result of a
drunken indulgence in the back seat of a friend’s car.
“We should find out for sure though” I told her. I really
looked at her for the first time since she had uttered those life altering
words and saw the panic in her eyes. She was just in first year, I had been her
first; she had to be totally out of her element. “Do you want those home
pregnancy tests or you...?” “Home pregnancy test” she interrupted me in a firm
voice “Get three of them so we’ll be sure”. “Okay” I said then took her into my
arms “I’m sure it’s just a scare”. I lifted her face and kissed her, fervently
praying that my words were the truth and not just a drowning man’s attempts to
clutch at straw.
Annette
I watched him race out of the room. He said he was going to
get the tests but judging by the speed with which he exited the room, he thinks
pregnancy is contagious. I was in shock, I had watched the movies and read the
books, you know the ones where the innocent girl gets pregnant after her first
sexual encounter. Yet, if I am pregnant it was not from my first encounter and
I was far from innocent but I couldn’t be pregnant. I don’t deserve this, I took
precautions every single time and the one time where Kwame got carried away I
took a pill the next day without even telling him. This cannot be happening to
me. One mistake cannot ruin me, my life,
forever. University was for finding yourself, first year for mistakes so why
the hell should I pay the ultimate price.
He came back an hour later reeking of alcohol
but he had the tests. I had spent the time he was away downing bottles of water
so I got right to it. I went into the bathroom and peed onto the first stick,
when I came out of the bathroom he had left my room so I sat and waited the
requisite five minutes for the results on my own. My phone beside me; the stopwatch application
ticking down like a bomb. As a little pink line appeared my vision blurred as
my eyes filled with tears. I grabbed the box and read the instructions again “a pink line appears if test is positive,
Congratulations!” I went back into the bathroom and peed on the next stick,
5 minutes later I tried the third test but I had run out of pee so drunk all
the water in my fridge and tried again. It was the longest five minutes of my
life. I fell on the bed and wept my eyes out.
After sometime the tears dried up to mere whimpers. I got up and
gathered the empty boxes and the dreaded tests, put them in a bag and shoved
them into my locker. I went back and lay on the bed. I heard the door open but
didn’t turn if it was my roommate I didn’t want to answer the questions that my
tearstained face would provoke, if it was him then I did not want to see him,
in fact right now he was the last person I wanted to see.To be continued ...
da da da duummmmm.
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