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Text - Isa
[text]: I’m not worried about interesting! Just my best friend… Oh, hunnie. Is there anything I can do…I’m glad Val stuck with you through it though.
[text]: I just want to spend the rest of my life pretending like it never happened. I would have told you but I was afraid you'd try to talk me out of it.
Text - Isa
[text]: ….oh. Why, why wasn’t I there? You shouldn’t have had to go through that alone. I am always here for you. I mean…I don’t hate you, I am worried. Are you okay? Do you need me to come over? How…is…everything? Why didn’t you tell me sooner, I’d have been there.
[text]: I figured the dad should be there. It wasn't that interesting, a lot of crying and vomiting.
Text - Isa
[text]: Whoa, wait..what? Did you miscarry? It was Val’s…oh lord. What did I miss?
[text]: Kind of... Miscarried with the assistance of a clinic.
Text - Isa
[text]: I’ve got the time… I’ve been really worried.
[text]: Yesterday when I woke up, I was pregnant. this morning when i woke up, I wasn't.
Text - Isa
[Text]: You had me worried last night. I almost called Zach to have him find out where Val lived. What is going on?
[text]: It's a long story, very long.
What Hurts the Most -Valisa-
Isa’s words echoed in his ears as he held, his eyes tightly shut as he tried to keep himself from sobbing like she was. He wasn’t the one going through the pain she was. He knew his pain was different. He was losing a child too but she was the one who actually had to feel it. It wasn’t fair. Nothing was fair. He had no doubt that her parents and everyone else his mother had gone to school with had thought the same thing. Everyone wondered why bad things happened to them and sometimes, life had a way of dumping a bunch of shit on you. This was no different. Maybe this was his punishment for having a better life than others. He swallowed hard, trying not to think of what ifs. He tried not to think of a little boy with his smile and Isa’s beautiful brown eyes. He tried not imagining taking his son to the park and teaching him how to catch. He tried not imagine introducing his mother to her first grandson, his grandfather to his great grandson and his sister and brother to their nephew. He tried not to imagine what his son could have grown up to be. He tried not to, but he couldn’t help. Finally, he started crying, tears rushing down his face. He pulled Isa closer, just wanting the tears to stop.
"Next time." He managed to rasp out, hoping to god that there was a next time. That’s the only way any of this would be okay. If he could imagine that maybe some day they would have another child and they could do everything they imagined doing with that baby. "I love you." He whispered again, pulling her closer to kiss her gently. He knew she was in pain and he hated not being able to do anything. He knew she wanted him to hate her but he couldn’t. Even if she had deserved it, he could never hate her. It would kill him to hate her and he knew that. "When we’re ready…" He cleared his throat, becoming too choked up to continue. "You’ll be an amazing mother. I know that. It might hurt now, but it isn’t the end. It isn’t. I refuse to let it be the end." He rubbed her back gently, wiping the tears from her eyes with the other hand. He just wanted this to be over.
She had no idea when 'next time' was going to be. She didn't want to think about next time right now. She just wanted to mourn this time. She slipped her hand under the sweatshirt again to her bare stomach. She slowly rubbed it, Part of her knew that this wasn't possible, but another part of her felt like the baby was scared, afraid of what was happening as it slowly died. As it went from being a living, forming thing, to being nothing but a memory, a memory only two people would share. Few people would ever know that this little thing existed, but she felt more towards it than she had ninety nine percent of the people she had met in her life.
"It hurts." She muttered, The cramping was getting ridiculously painful, everything hurt. she was sure if she tried to stand her legs would give out. She couldn't take this for much longer. she had no idea how long it would last, they couldn't give her a definite answer on it. She whimpered and curled up in his lap, her hand still on her stomach, still shaking, but not as violently.
What Hurts the Most -Valisa-
Valentino rubbed his face wearily, not sure how to respond. He wouldn’t lie, part of him wanted to at least hold it against her. But he couldn’t. He loved her too much to hate her. He sat down, pulling her against his side. “We all make mistakes, Isa. I might not have liked the lying or anything, but I’m happy you came to me.” He kissed her forehead tenderly. “This might suck but at least I got to know that I had a child and I get to be with you as they… go.” His voice broke at that. He had been a father for a little over a month, even if he had only known about the child for a day. Most guys got 8 months to deal with it because they’d have a baby. But in a few hours, this would be over and there’d be nothing. Nothing to remind them what had happened but the pain. A bitter taste rose in his throat and for a second, he thought he was going to lose it as well but he forced it down, battling through the pain that threatened to consume him.
He didn’t know if it would hurt more or less if Isa had gotten pregnant with someone else’s child. On one hand, he didn’t like being in this situation at all but on the other, he liked that he could be the one who could be here for her. “You’re not a terrible person.” He replied softly, not denying how much he was hurting. It would do nothing to lie to her. He nodded when she asked for water, getting up and walking to the kitchen. He filled a glass with water and ice and walked back into the living room. He stopped at the doorway, his eyes threatening to fill with tears as he saw Isa talking to her stomach. He had never been an overly emotional person but these last few days, he couldn’t stop it. It was hard not to imagine if things were different. If their lives weren’t so fucked up and Isa could have been able to keep the baby. They wouldn’t be having the worst days of their lives. Instead they’d be celebrating something they had created. But that wasn’t the case. Maybe that would happen some day but the first child they ever created together would soon be nothing but a bad memory. He walked into the living room and handed her the water before sitting down next to her. He placed his hand on her stomach, forcing himself once again to not start sobbing. “I love you too.” He whispered softly, knowing they were words his unborn child would never get to hear him say. He pressed his face into her shoulder and pulled her close. This was the worst night of his life.
Isa wrapped her arms tightly around Val when he brought the water over, after he had touched her stomach and told their child he loved it. She openly sobbed as she held him. "It's not fair. It's not fair." She cried, her heart truly breaking. When Val had broken up with her, she thought that was a pain she'd never get over. That was nothing compared to this. This was... she was losing a child. In another life, she'd be able to keep this baby, They would raise their child. They could live happily in his apartment, they would teach him or her to walk, to talk. They would raise them, hold them when they lost their first pet, been there for them. In another life this could have been a happy ending. Instead they were both hurting more than she ever thought possible.
"I wish we could have had him." Her voice broke. "I wish I could have done this for us." She shook violently, feeling the worst she'd ever felt in her life, mentally, emotionally and physically. Her stomach was cramping, her head was pounding every part of her body hurt and she wanted nothing more than to curl up in a ball and never get up. She wanted Val to hate her, to be mad at her for this, she knew she deserved it, anything that happened to her from this moment on, she deserved because of this moment. Because of what she was doing to their baby.
What Hurts the Most -Valisa-
Part of him felt like it would be easier if he blamed Isa for this but it was hard to blame a 16 year old girl. It was even harder to blame someone you loved. The hardest thing was blaming someone for making the right decision, no matter how much it devastated or shattered you. It was the right decision. He didn’t like admitting it but what else were they going to do? Isa had been right, the cards were too stacked against them to raise a baby. He wanted to believe that everything would have worked out if they just tried, if they had pushed through it. But life wasn’t a fairy tale and things didn’t always work out in nice, neat little bows. Real life was nasty and terrifying and in this case, utterly heartbreaking. He rubbed her back gently as she cried, not knowing what else to say or do. He knew she was in pain when she flinched and curled up in his lap whimpering. He started down at her helpless, feeling like his heart was being hit with a sledgehammer. “It’ll be okay.” He whispered softly, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. It wouldn’t be okay but there was nothing else he could say.
Valentino followed her to the bathroom as she hurried to it, standing in the doorway, watching her as she heaved into the toilet. When she had leaned against the wall, he walked into the bathroom and crouched down, wiping the hair from her face. He sat on his haunches, considering first the floor, then his hands and finally her. He wet his lips with his tongue, thinking about his next words. His hands shook nervously and he nodded to himself once. “I don’t blame you.” He finally managed to get out, his voice rough and scratchy like he hadn’t use it in years. “I don’t blame you.” He repeated, like he was trying to convince himself of that. “And I don’t hate you either. This - it sucks and I hate it and I hate being powerless. But I’ll never stop loving you, Isa.” He finished, taking a deep breath. It was true. He had to believe that this was just the dark before dawn and that they’d get through it. He had to or he’d break.
Isa rubbed her eyes and looked up at him when he moved down next to her. She stared at him when he spoke, telling her he didn't blame her. She listened to the words, it took them a minute to process in his head. "You should." she croaked out, her throat raw from the stomach acid she'd coughed up. "You should hate me, for all of this. For lying to you, for hurting you, for making you come with me for this. I should have just kept it to myself, then you wouldn't hurt like this." She rested her head against the wall and stared up at the ceiling, trying to calm down.
"This is punishment, I'm sure of it. I've been such a terrible person and the universe decided to knock me up when it would hurt the most, when it would hurt someone i actually care about." Her eyes shot open and she moved around him to get to the toilet again, gagging. She finally got up after about ten minutes. "Can you get me some water?" She asked, feeling miserable. She moved back into the living room and curled up on the couch again. She closed her eyes and slipped her hand under the sweatshirt. She whimpered in pain and gently touched her stomach. "I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry." She whispered "I love you so much, and I'm sorry."
What Hurts the Most -Valisa-
Valentino had called out of work tonight. He hadn’t explained to his mother why, just that he needed the night off. He hadn’t told anyone about the baby or the abortion, he couldn’t bring himself to. He just knew that he had to be there for Isa. It was probably for the best, the last thing he wanted was to break down at work. The trip to the clinic had been agonizing and the sight of that small pill had been like a knife through his heart. It was something so minuscule but it would be responsible for so much. By morning, it was going to be over and their baby, or fetus if you wanted to be technical, would be dead. It made him want to punch something. He felt like his whole world was crashing down around him and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He had imagined what would happen when he finally had kids more than once but in his wildest dreams or nightmares, he had never imagined this. Why would he? It was just overwhelming. He wanted to scream or shout or just do… something. He hated feeling helpless. But all he could do was hold the woman he loved and make sure she was okay.
He was startled out of his thoughts when Isa asked if she could borrow a sweatshirt. He nodded numbly and followed her to the bedroom, pulling off his pants. He idly thought about putting on a t-shirt but decided he didn’t really care if all he was wearing were boxers. He walked to the couch and bent down, lifting Isa off the couch and into his arms. He sat back down on the couch, cradling her in his arms. He didn’t care if either of them talked, he just really needed to hold her right now. He looked for the remote to the TV and grabbed it, turning it on. He didn’t know what to watch, he just needed background noise. He pressed a kiss to the back of her ear and breathed deeply, enjoying the feeling of her being in his arms. “Do you want to watch anything?” He asked softly, not trusting himself to speak louder because he was sure he’d break down and start crying. He felt like all he wanted was his mother to hug him and tell him it would be alright. A stupid thought considering his mother was never the type to do that. But right now, even while holding Isa, he just felt cold and alone, like nothing would be alright again.
Isa shook her head. She didn't care if they watched anything. She didn't care if they stared at the black TV, The tears rolled down her cheeks, dripping down onto his legs. She reached up to wipe her eyes, cuddling up against him. even if he hated her for this, she was glad he was there, she couldn't imagine doing this alone. She sat up and moved into his lap, she wrapped her arms around him, holding him. She flinched as she felt a twinge of pain in her lower stomach. She curled up in his lap and whimpered softly. She felt a wave of nausea, but nothing happened. She did loosen her hold on him though and waited. She took a deep breath and rested her head on his chest.
She got up off his lap and hurried to the bathroom as another wave hit her. She threw up, not that she had much in her stomach. She hadn't eaten anything in about a day or so but that didn't stop her body from trying to get it out. She leaned against the wall, more tears rolling down her cheeks. She let out a sob and buried her face in her hands.
What Hurts the Most -Valisa-
Tonight was the night. Tonight was the worst night of her life. They had gone to the clinic, they had given her the first pill, now there was no going back. She had silently cried all the way back to Val's place. She told her dad she was staying the night with Hepburn, but of course she wasn't. As soon as they had opened the door to Val's apartment, she'd gone in, curled up on the couch and was still there though it had been about an hour. She hated this, she hated every second of it and she knew it wouldn't get any better.
"Can I borrow your sweat shirt?" She asked Val, getting up and going to his room, she'd brought pajamas for the night, she knew she'd need them. She changed into the pajama pants and stole the sweatshirt, puling it over her head as she went to the living room again, laying down. She knew she wasn't very good company, but she hated herself and knew that Val probably did too. They told her what could happen as a side effect of both the pill and the death of the fetus and it was going to be hell.
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Valentino held her tightly as she cried, finally not able to keep himself from crying either. He didn’t sob as hard as she did but he still felt the tears flowing from his eyes. He wasn’t a crier but it felt like he was losing something vital and that the only thing to do was mourn for it. He pulled back, lifting her chin up to meet his eyes, smiling softly at her. “We’ll be okay.” He promised her, wiping the tears from the eyes. They would be. If they could make it through this, the future couldn’t get any scarier.
He took a deep breath and nodded his head. “What do you need me to do now? About the…. abortion?” He said the last word like it was a curse, hating the sound of it in his mouth. They were going to abort their baby. He couldn’t believe they were going through with this. But Isa needed his support more than she needed his condemnation and even if he hated every step of it, he wouldn’t abandon her. He loved her, more than he thought it was possible to love someone. He just wanted her to be happy, even if it killed him inside.
Isa flinched when he said the word. It was a terrible word, one she had never put much thought into before. She always said that if she got pregnant, she'd have one. But she never thought it would come to that. She never realized just how difficult this would be. She always thought she could go in, get it taken care of and be done with it. She didn't think it would feel like she was ripping her own heart out of her chest and offering it up to the devil.
She knew that it was only a few weeks incubated, it didn't have a face, it looked like a sea monkey at this point,but it was theirs. It was their child. A child that, had it been created at any other time, would have been loved and cared for. She wanted children, she wanted a big family and knowing that despite that, she was getting rid of that child... it killed her more than she ever thought possible.
"I have an appointment tomorrow. they're going to give me the pills, I take one there, then... bring me here and twenty four hours after I take the first pill, I take the second one and... that should be it." It sounded really simple. for something that would hurt so much.
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Valentino kissed her again, lingering against her lips. “I know. I know.” He said. He knew she didn’t want to get rid of it anymore than he did but he knew she was right, that it was necessary. He felt like he was choosing between his relationship or his child and he was going with his relationship. Even the idea that they could just have another child didn’t really make the situation any easier to take. They were getting rid of their first child, the first child either of them would ever have. It didn’t matter if it was the right thing, it still hurt.
He chose his words carefully, taking a deep breath before speaking. “Promise me… that we’ll try to make this work. That we’ll work through our problems no matter what? That we won’t give up on each other, no matter how hard it gets?” If he wasn’t going with the easy route here, he didn’t want to take the easy route anywhere. He would make it work with Isa no matter what. They’d be together in the end, he had to believe that, for the sake of the child they were giving up. He had to believe they’d be happy eventually.
He hugged her tightly, rubbing patterns across her back. “If we do get this to work, promise me we’ll have another baby when we’re ready. When we can take care of one. And that we’ll make sure that that baby is the most loved, well provided baby ever.” He didn’t want this to be the only child they ever had. Sometimes he couldn’t believe that he had only known her for a little over a month. He didn’t believe in love at first sight but he knew he had fallen for her faster than he ever thought was possible. He wanted her to be it for him. Maybe it was stupid infatuation and it wouldn’t work out but he couldn’t imagine his life with anyone but Isabella Evans.
She looked up at him when he told her what he wanted her to promise. She swallowed hard and nodded. "I promise." and she meant it too. She wanted to be with him, she wanted to make it work, there was not a doubt in her mind that she was supposed to be with him right now. She bit down hard on her lip when he said that when they were ready, they'd have another baby and it would be the most loved child ever.
"I'm going to start crying now." She warned him. "I don't know how long I'll be crying, I don't know if I'll ever stop. And if you need to cry, now would be a good time to do it." She could see the tears in his eyes as well. "I love you, Val." She reached up, her hand moving over his jaw bone, up to his cheek. "I love you, I love you so much." She said, then she couldn't hold it back anymore and burst into tears, heavy violent sobs rocking her entire body as she clung to him.
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Valentino ran a hand across his face, knowing she was right. Their relationship was on shaky ground, adding a baby into it would just complicate things. They needed to work out their issues. It didn’t mean they couldn’t or wouldn’t have children together, he just knew that right now, it wasn’t really something in the cards for them. Maybe in 5 or 10 years when they were more stable they could talk about children but the logical thing was to get rid of it. He didn’t want to do the logical thing but he was the adult here, even if he just wanted…. to do anything but what he knew was necessary.
"I know we can’t." He whispered, resting his chin on her shoulder. "I know that we should get rid of it but I don’t like the idea we’ll be killing something we created together." He finished, biting his lip as he did so, He didn’t want to think about what the baby could become if they did keep it. What they’d be giving up, There was no easy answer here even if he desperately wanted there to be.
He shifted her to face him, cupping her face in his hand and pulling her closer. He kissed her deeply, putting all his feelings into the kiss. “Don’t be sorry.” He said, wiping the tears from her eyes. “You’re right. I hate it, but you’re right. If this is what you want to do, then I’ll pay for it. I’ll do it.” He said, swallowing hard. He pulled her closer, pushing his face into her hair, trying to stop any tears from coming. He wouldn’t break down now. He couldn’t. “Promise me something though?” He asked, his voice soft.
the more the thought about it, the more she knew she was right. Not only was money an issue but... she couldn't raise a baby. she wasn't at a point in her life where she was ready to raise a child. She could barely take care of her dog, let alone a human being. She knew that it wouldn't end well for them as a couple, or for the baby. It wouldn't be good for her either. To suddenly have to raise a child. Every argument was against the idea of having the baby and keeping it.
But she still wished they could. She wished she could come up with one good argument for keeping it other than 'because it's mine.' She looked up at him when he told her to not be sorry. She felt her heart being ripped out of her chest with every word he spoke.
"I don't want to." she said. she really didn't want to. She wanted to keep it but she couldn't. She knew it couldn't work. It would do more harm than good. "But we have to." her voice cracked and she struggled to keep herself under control. "Promise you what?" She asked, her eyes full of tears.
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Valentino closed his eyes and leaned back on the couch when she confirmed the baby was his. He didn’t want to listen to her next words but he did, swallowing heavily when she mentioned planned parenthood. He didn’t even notice her skipping over the word abortion, he knew that’s what she wanted to do. He knew arguing with her over it was futile and maybe she was right, keeping the baby was probably a bad idea but he couldn’t just… pay to get rid of his child without arguing about it, without trying to stop her even if it wasn’t reasonable.
"Are you - are you sure you want to get rid of it?" He asked, his voice unsure. He never felt so powerless as he did now. "We could keep it. Raise it together as a family." He finished, his voice raising in pitch as he pleaded with her. Getting rid of their baby couldn’t be their only option. There had to be other things they could try first. He just… he didn’t want to think that the first child they ever had would be one they weren’t keeping. He knew neither of them were ready for children but it just… it seemed wrong.
He had never been particularly pro-life but it was diffrrent when it was your child you were talking about, your child you were talking about get rid of. Your child that you were paying to get rid of. He would do it, if it was really what she wanted to do. He would fork over the six hundred and fifty dollars if he had to but he didn’t want to. Jesus Christ he didn’t want to. “I love you.” He whispered softly, pulling her onto his lap. He needed her close. His hand hovered over her stomach, knowing he wouldn’t feel anything. Knowing that there was a good chance he never would. He wiped his other hand across his face, not wanting her to see him cry. He had to be strong, for her.
"Val, you weren't even ready to be in a relationship with me, but you want to raise a baby together?" she asked him. Just yesterday he said they shouldn't be together. She thought about it, about them raising the baby. About her trying to get through school with the expanding belly, of them trying to raise the baby while living in separate apartments. Her dad wouldn't let her move in with him, she was sure of that. She thought of them at the hospital together while he held their baby, the light in his eyes. About the stress of them trying to raise a baby, them both going to school and working their jobs. His grandpa wouldn't approve either and she knew how much that mattered. She covered her mouth with her hand to muffle the sob as she moved into his lap.
"We can't, Val." She whispered, speaking out loud seemed wrong. "I'm sixteen." That wasn't a secret now. "I've still got two years of high school. Your mom would shit a brick and your grandfather would shit enough bricks to build a house. You can't go against him." Because if he did, she didn't doubt the man would cut him off, and without that, they couldn't afford a baby, her parents couldn't afford the kids they had, let alone a grandchild.
"I love you too." she finally let out the sobs, her entire body shaking with each sob. "I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry." She said it over and over. She should have just stopped for the pill the day after, or made him where the condom she'd had in her purse. Then they wouldn't hurt this badly.
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Valentino felt himself panicking. He knew something was wrong. He didn’t know what but something wasn’t okay. He could feel her shaking in his arms and he didn’t know what to do or how to help. So he just held her until she pulled away, staring at her cautiously. He didn’t want her out of his sight. He stuck his hand in his pockets and waited for her to speak. She would tell him what was wrong, eventually at least.
He nodded when she said she needed his help, waiting for him to elaborate. When she reminded him about her being sick, he felt a creepy suspicion form at the pit of his stomach. He knew what she was going to say, he at least had a very bad feeling about it. He didn’t want to hear it but he knew he had to. He ran a hand through his hair, his palms sweaty.
The moment she finally said the words, it felt like his world dropped out from underneath him. He felt lightheaded and he walked to the couch and sat down, his head in his hands. He breathed deeply, trying to calm his racing heart. He finally looked up, his mouth dry as he asked the question he hated asking. “It’s - It’s mine?” His voice barely above a whisper. Part of him wish she’d say no. That she wasn’t carrying his baby and that she wasn’t going to ask what he was sure would be the next words out of her mouth. But part of him didn’t like the idea of her carrying anyone’s baby but his own. He just… he felt numb.
Isa expected the question. She wasn't mad about it, they had only been together a few weeks. There was always a chance, but she was about ninety nine point nine percent sure that it was his baby, based off how far along they said she was and all that. She sat down next to him on the couch, watching him with worried eyes. She wiped her eyes again and sniffed.
"Yes, it's yours." She confirmed. She swallowed hard and kept her hands in her own lap. "I need six hundred and fifty dollars." Her voice was rough, she was trying so hard to not cry. "I went to planned parenthood, they already did the ultra sound thing to see how far along I was and they said for me to come in and they'd give me the pills I need to..." She couldn't say the words. "And they want six hundred and fifty in payment." she had managed to convince them to do the first exam without getting paid but there would be nothing else she could do.
She waited for him to react, she was sure he wouldn't be happy about her wanting to get rid of it. but... He was logical, maybe he would understand why they couldn't have a baby right now. That maybe he wouldn't fight her on it.
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Valentino had felt more tired than ever lately. He was happy he wasn’t in college currently because otherwise he wouldn’t be able to wrap his head around everything that had been happening. He still hadn’t talked to Sam since their violent confrontation and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to even if he knew it was necessary. He knew her family thought he was too old for her and maybe he was but that wouldn’t change his feelings for her. He didn’t know how exactly they would make it work but they’d figure it out. They had too.
He was reclining on his couch, flicking through the channels and thinking about Isa. She had left his apartment early in the morning and she hadn’t replied to his texts. He tried not to worry too much, after all, there was probably a perfectly reasonable explanation on why she hadn’t contacted him. They weren’t even dating, he didn’t have a right to be super possessive over her and her whereabouts. He tried to concentrate on other things, his mind always going back to Isa.
However, before too long, he heard a knock on the door and went and answered it. He sighed in relief when he saw Isa standing there and he beckoned her in, wrapping her into his arms as soon as she was inside. He let go after a minute and closed the door, staring at her. Something was wrong. He didn’t know what it was but he knew something seemed off. “Are you okay? You haven’t texted me all day.” He finally asked, wincing at how clingy he sounded. He hoped she just knew he was worried and didn’t get too upset about it. Their relationship was confusing but his feelings for her would never change. He just wanted to make her happy.
Isa waited for him to answer the door. She glanced around and finally the door opened. She wrapped her arms around him and held back a sob, she shook slightly as he held her, she didn't even process what he said. She pulled away from him and walked into his apartment, running a hand through her hair. She didn't know how to say it. How could she tell Val she needed nearly seven hundred dollars to get rid of his child? Also, why was it so expensive? That was ridiculous. She didn't have seven hundred dollars, if she couldn't afford to get rid of the baby, how did they think she'd afford to raise it?
"I need your help." she finally managed to say. She looked down at her feet then back up at him. "I... You know how I told you I wasn't feeling good? That I was feeling sick?" She asked. She took a deep breath. She didn't want to say the words again, she didn't want to admit it. It was hard enough saying it to a stranger, and after seeing it on the little screen, the weird blob that was suppose to be a baby.
"I'm pregnant." she knew it was his, She'd only been with two people recently. Val and Derek. She had used protection with Derek and taken the morning after pill. And since sleeping with Val the first time, she hadn't been with anyone else. Their first time had been unprotected and she forgot to go and get Plan B the next morning. So, there was no doubt that it was his baby.
Going Under [val]
Isa felt sick, she'd felt it all day and it just got worse. She had snuck into Val's bathroom in the morning, trying to keep quiet as she threw up everything in her stomach. She had then realized what the date was. She was a teenage girl, she'd never been perfectly regular, but she'd never actually missed a period before. Before Val had even woken up she'd rushed out of his apartment, texting him and telling him she'd had something planned. But instead she went to the drug store, bought a test and went straight into the bathroom to take it. the test said wait five minutes, but as soon as she's pulled the stick back it had both lines. She still waited five minutes, hoping maybe it'd say 'jk, negative'. But that didn't happen.
Isa threw the tests away, feeling ill again, this time for a different reason. She buried her face in the crook of her elbow, letting out a sob. When she could breathe again, she pulled out her phone to text Hepburn, Hep always knew what to do, but she froze. No she couldn't do that, she couldn't tell anyone. She instead looked up the address of the nearest planned parenthood. It wasn't that far, of course, this was Vegas, the land of debauchery. They'd need to be sure there was back up easily accessible.
Isa walked out, not looking at the clerk as she headed for the building, it was easy to find, there was a small group of protesters outside, of course. Isa walked right past them and into the small building. she didn't even think about making an appointment, she just walked up to the window.
"I- um... I need... I'm pregnant and I need to not be." She whispered to the receptionist, her throat tight. The woman was really nice. She scheduled Isa for a consultation of sorts.
By the end of it, she felt worse. They had done the ultrasound, she'd seen their baby, her and Val's baby. It broke her heart. They told her when to come back for the pills and how much it would be.
650 bucks. she didn't have six dollars and fifty cents, let alone six hundred and fifty dollars. She knew what she had to do. she didn't want to, but she had to. She walked back to Val's apartment, taking the elevator up and knocked, She quickly wiped her eyes, trying to pull herself together before she had to tell him.
