Chapter 9

A few days had passed, and I was still three months pregnant. Absolutely nothing had changed and I still felt like crap.

After finishing up my week behind the bar it was finally weekend and somehow I managed to call in sick. Telling Christian was out of the question, and so was Lucio. He was surprised to see me in the kitchen but luckily didn’t pay much attention to it. After all, it was where he wanted me all along.

I knew I already wasted my cards, so if I were to go to the club tonight I most likely had to start dancing again. I couldn’t do that, not with a baby in my belly.

After I had looked up several job applications, I had quickly found out that no one was waiting on a college drop out.

My hands grasped the abortion clinic booklet and I held it tightly. Why did it have to be this difficult?

The most logical solution would’ve been to go with my original plan and to abort the baby as soon as possible.

Yes, I wanted something of my own but I