by T. J. West
The night of Faith’s opening party I didn’t say much to her; didn’t apologize for yelling at her or for being such a horrible best friend. I kept my distance by looking around for Phillip. He was totally avoiding me and was really pissing me off.
I finally find him while Faith is making her opening speech. I stand in front of him just so he can see that I am here. I can’t concentrate on Faith and her speech, not when I feel him behind me, breathing on the back of my neck. It’s giving me the goosies and I really like it. Ugh, I shouldn’t even be feeling anything for him right now! I’m so mad, but. . . . shit there is no but! He’s an asshole and that’s that! We need to talk and he’s not going to get away from me this time. Unfortunately the moment Faith’s speech is over I turn around and he’s gone. I search all over the place for him and can’t find him anywhere. He is really testing my limits! If he doesn’t man up and talk to me there will be hell to pay.
After a few more minutes of searching the party I find him sitting in the dining area, drinking. I stomp my way over, hands on hips. He sees me coming and stands up from the chair. I point toward his face and angrily say, “You’ve been avoiding me.”
He stuffs his hands in his pants pockets and exhales. “Look, I’m sorry. I’ve needed time to think.”
“Well, time is up, Phillip,” I snap at him. “We need to talk about this.”
Our voices are raised because the music is so loud. I am almost ready to take him to another area so we can hear one another, but he doesn’t give me the chance. Instead he bluntly states, “There’s no need to talk, June. I don’t want the baby.”
He’s got to be kidding right? He showed me no hesitation, I am shocked. “Wh. . . . huh?”
“Maybe an abortion is the way to go.”
I am feeling light headed, he didn’t just say that to me! “You. . . . you don’t mean that.”
He bends down toward my ear and shouts, “Yeah, I do.”
My mouth opens as I step away from him. I feel like I have been punched in the stomach, it hurts to hear him say those words. I don’t believe in abortion, in killing unborn babies—especially my baby! “How can you kill your unborn baby? What kind of monster are you?” I scream at him.
“I’m not a monster, June,” he shouts back at me. He knits his brows together and adds, “I’m just not ready to be a father, and I doubt you’re ready to be a mother.”
I gasp, “How dare you! You know nothing about me, you fucking freak!” I start walking away.
He shouts my name, “June—“
I whip myself around, give him the finger and yell, “Go to hell!” The tears immediately form. I run straight toward the lobby, wiping away the wetness from my cheeks. I am almost to the exit when I feel a hand on my shoulder—I jump.
“Are you okay? What’s wrong?”
It’s Faith, and standing behind her is Lucky. Just great! Now they’re going to want me to explain to them both why I’m crying. I don’t think I can though. “Nothing,” I choke out. “I just have to get out of here!”
I try to leave, but Faith grabs me by the shoulders and forces me to look at her. “Why are you crying? June, tell me what’s wrong!”
I shake my head, tears are blinding me. “I can’t!” I scream. “You’ll hate me forever!”
She gasps, “That’s insane! I could never hate you!”
She will. She will. “You will, I just know it!” I put the palms of my hands over my eyes, frantically crying.
“June, stop this! Tell me what’s going on with you!”
I have no choice, she’s not going to let me go until she gets an answer. I look her square in the eye and blurt out, “I’m pregnant! I’m fucking pregnant with Phillips kid!”
Oh, my God, I said it. She knows the truth. Faith and Lucky now know I am a complete jerk.
Faith blinks and stutters out of shock. “You what? How. . . . when did this happen?”
I can’t look at either of them. I’m so afraid of what they are thinking of me. I look the other way and mutter, “On the night of JINKS’ party.” I hear her lightly gasp. I knew it, she hates me. I’ve ruined our friendship. She’ll never think of me in the same way—I’m going to lose my best friend over something so stupid! Something I could have prevented. When Faith doesn’t respond back I begin to cry again. “I knew it. You hate me,” I cry out. Before she gets a chance to grab me again I run out of the hotel and go home.
My life is complete shambles. What the hell am I going to do?
COMING LATE SPRING 2015
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Tiffany J West is a stay at home mom who lives in San Diego, Ca with her husband Ricardo, two teenagers, Joey and Raquel and two furry cats—Rusty and Luna.
She is an active PTA volunteer at her kids schools, she enjoys reading, writing, watching TV, movies, traveling, going to the beach, hiking, hanging out with her family, cocktail evenings with her friends and loves interacting with everyone on Facebook.