Beauty and the Book Boyfriend
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“I need you. I need you and Jase to come home. I’m pregnant,” I say, and then sob out a breath before hanging up.
Slapping a hand over my mouth, I try to hold in everything that I have kept tightly locked away for months. I start running, my breath screaming out of my lungs, tears running unchecked down my cheeks. My phone rings continuously, but I don’t bother answering it. I need to get home. I have to go home. I need my bed. I need my room. I want my blanket. I want the picture of them making funny faces at Jason’s high school graduation while Jason and I rolled our eyes. I want our kitchen table with the one leg that’s shorter than all the others. I want the third stair that always squeaked so that no matter how hard we tried we could never sneak out successfully.
Oh God.
I need them. They shouldn’t have left me. If they hadn’t left I wouldn’t be in this mess. I wouldn’t be fucking my way through my senior year. I wouldn’t be finding whatever I could to numb the pain. There would be no pain.
There would be no more pain.
People are so fucking stupid. They think numbness is better than pain. So stupid. Numbness is pain. It’s waking death. It’s gray decay. It’s fucking driving home from your birthday dinner, singing some stupid song with the two people who are always supposed to be there because that’s the fucking rules. It’s a stupid inch of rain sitting on the road. It’s bald tires that were going to get changed, but life got in the way. Life is constantly getting in the way until it hydroplanes right out of your grasp.
Life is losing everything in an instant.
And getting it all back with two pink lines.
K.M. has a coffee addiction that’s just begging for an intervention and an obsession with music that borders on unhealthy. She’s undefeated in the Office trivia and looking for her own Ron Swanson while she writes. The entire Twenty-Something series is now available.