Page 67 of Wicked Nasty

“I… I need this now,” I manage to choke out.

He nods understandingly. “I understand. Unfortunately, I do not have any pills available at the moment. We are understaffed and underpaid here.” His voice is apologetic as he continues, “In a week, I will have them for you. It’s two pills. - take one and the other forty-eight hours later.” He hands me a pamphlet. “This lists everything you need to know. You can expect cramping and bleeding. I would advise against going to school during this time. You will also see a therapist. I will give you a referral.”

“Thank you,” I reply quietly.

Cat and Penny gently take my trembling hand as we make our way back to the car. The air is thick with unspoken emotions, and we drive in silence, each lost in our own thoughts.

My eyes are fixed on the ultrasound resting on my lap, capturing every detail of the blurry image.

A tiny life growing inside of me. So innocent and fragile, yet already causing such turmoil within me. It feels surreal to see it, this little bean-shaped thing that holds so much potential and possibility. I can't help but brush a finger over the picture, as if trying to connect with the tiny being.

Tears well up in my eyes and one silently falls down my cheek. A mix of sadness and reverence washes over me.

A baby I can't keep. A baby I will never know. But deep down, I know it's the right choice for both of us.

As we pull into Danny's driveway, I place a protective hand over my stomach, feeling a sense of tenderness towards this small life that will forever be a part of me, even if only in memory.

We park and head inside, Louise greeting us with a smile.

“Hi, girls?” She can sense something is off. “Everything okay?”

Cat smiles and nods. “Yeah! We just needed a girls’ day.”

She laughs. “We all need those sometimes!”

The three of us make our way up the creaky staircase, the sound of our footsteps echoing off the walls. As I reach for the handle to my bedroom door, I am taken aback by the sight of Danny sitting in the middle of my bed. His dark hair is tousled, and he has a serious expression on his face.

"What are you doing in my room, Danny?" I ask, trying to keep my voice steady despite my rising panic.

He glances at Cat and Penny before turning back to me. "We need to talk. But it seems we have an audience."

I glance back at them, silently pleading for them to leave. They nod understandingly and quickly exit the room. I close the door behind them and turn to face Danny.

"We do need to talk." I say, trying to sound calm as I toss some papers at him. The pamphlets scatter across the bed, and the ultrasound photo lands right on top. "Congrats, you knocked me up," I say bitterly, my heart pounding with anger and hurt.

Danny stands frozen in place, his face drained of all color like a ghost. His lips part slightly, but no words come out as he stares at me.

I sneer and scoff at his lack of response. “Don’t worry, I’m not keeping it. Wouldn’t want to ruin your perfect little life with your oh-so-perfect girlfriend.”

His eyes widen in shock and confusion. “Is this some kind of sick joke?”

I can't hold back my rage any longer. I throw papers across the room, aiming them directly at Danny. “Does it fucking look like a joke?!” Hot tears burn at the corners of my eyes. “Do you think this looks like a fucking joke?!” I point to the ultrasound image in my hands.

Danny shakes his head, muttering. “It's not mine.”

Those three words shatter me into a million pieces. I am consumed by anger, hurt, and betrayal.

“That's rich coming from you! After everything, you have the audacity to deny it?” My voice cracks with emotion. “You truly are a nasty fucking person.”

But Danny remains motionless, not uttering a single word.

“It will be gone by next week, and so will I. You can go back to living your perfect insignificant life.” I spit the words out with venom.

He huffs dismissively. “Good. I wouldn't want a baby with you, anyway.”

My heart breaks all over again at his callousness. “Fuck you, Danny. Fuck you.”

With that last declaration, I grab my backpack and storm out of the room, racing to my car parked outside.

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