Annette
I woke up. It was morning I had no idea when tears had given
way to sleep. My roommate was in bed. I wondered what time she had come back to
the room last night. She was a bit off a slut; she probably hadn’t come back
till dawn. “She’s the slut, a little ‘judgey’ for a pregnant lady, no?” my
subconscious taunted me. I took a bath, grabbed the evidence from my locker and
went off to confront my yellow livered boyfriend or rather to confess and stop
him from spirally into a drunken depression.
I knocked on his door, got no reply so I banged until I heard
a groggy “I’m coming” issued from the bowels of the room. The door opened. His
roommate, Eric, peered at me through half closed lids. “Is Kwame up?” I asked. He
stepped back, letting me into the room, my boyfriend’s bed was neatly laid,
like no one had slept in it, but right beside Eric’s bed, lay a very familiar
bra. “Well that solves the mystery of where slutty Ginny spent the night” I
muttered, recognising it as my roommate’s. “Huh?” Eric asked, confused and
still drowsy. “Just asking if you have any idea where Kwame is?” I asked
quickly. “Err he didn’t come at all last night, I would know, I just went to
bed like ... an hour ago” he said glancing at the clock hanging on the wall. I
left him to return to bed, he needed the rest. I knew the workout my roommate
could put a guy through. I had faked sleep through enough of her marathon sex
sessions. What kind of God made girls like me pregnant, whilst girls like my
roommate got away with only a frequently recurring UTI? “Well God didn’t make
you pregnant, the boy you slept with did, and so you are not exactly innocent”
my ever present conscience reminded me.
I tried calling his cell phone but the annoying voice kept
telling me “The subscriber you are trying to reach is unavailable. The phone is either switched off or out of
coverage area.” I started to panic as I tried to reach him over and over again
but got only the pre-recorded message. I went downstairs and saw a lone figure
sitting in the middle of the hostel’s car park. I recognised Kwame’s red shirt.
As I walked closer, he heard my footsteps and turned towards me. I saw his
face, the anguish and confusion drawn on it, aging him dramatically, and I knew
if I told him the truth it would only get worse. Nothing good would come of it.
I had already abandoned my principles in so many other ways; I might as well do
it one more time to spare him further pain. I could not do this to him, I loved
him.
Kwame
I spent the night on the car park crouching on the ground;
hunched over beside my car. The car I had bought with my own hard earned money.
Money earned by working my fingers to the bone three summers in a row in England.
The car I would probably have to sell to buy baby food and diapers. My dad
would kill me. I would not be able to stand the look of disappointment on my
mother’s face.
I slept off, driven by exhaustion and all the booze I had
consumed. Woke up on the car park, wet from the morning dew and resolved to handle
the situation like the man I had always wanted to be would. So I sat in the car
park thinking about what to say to her, how to reassure her that I would be
there for her. I heard footsteps, I looked up and saw her walking towards me; a
look of determination on her face.
“Did you spend the night here?” she inquired softly in a voice
tinged with concern. “Yea” I said, brushing aside her concern; I launched into the
speech that had been brewing in my brain before I lost my nerve “I just want
you to know that I’m sorry I wasn’t there for last night, my behaviour last
night is not how I want to handle this...thing” “Thing!” she interjected
incredulously, “No, no, not thing, err...situation. I’m going to be there for
you. Whatever you decide, I will stand by you, and in fact I want to be there
when you break it to your mum and sister, I love you and...” “I’m not pregnant”
she blurted out.
“What!” I asked mouth gaping open like an idiot. “I am not
pregnant” she repeated slowly, smiling slightly. “But saw you, heard you
crying, you were upset!” I sputtered. “That was after the first test; got a
false positive but the next two were negative.” “I will confirm at the hospital
this weekend when I go home for Addie’s birthday, but I’m pretty sure it was
just a scare so relax” she continued calmly as I stared at her stupefied. I
felt relief course through me releasing me from my temporary shock-induced
paralysis. I grabbed her and swung her round yelling out loud, all the time
thinking “Yes! I don’t have to sell my car for diaper and baby food money!”
I put her down finally. She bent picked up a plastic bag
“What’s that” I asked, “just trash” she replied with a quick smile. As we
walked into the hostel hand in hand, she dropped the bag into the bin right by
the staircase.
To be continued...
To be continued...
wow..Annette is really brave, or maybe stupid? no..im sticking to the first one. i cannot even begin to imagine the turmoil that comes with a situation like this.
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