Face to Face, chapter 1
It's funny, how life works. One night you're out there having fun, not worrying about relationships; the next, you're sitting at the bar watching everyone else laughing and flirting, while you wonder if you'll ever see the woman you care deeply about again. Adrienne has moved into your mind, your body, your soul. You spend every second of every day thinking about her. You see her every time you close your eyes; she lurks in the corners of your dreams, not a main part of them, but always there. For some reason, even though you love her so much, you can't help but hate her. She had acted as if you were her toy; something she could leave in a box until she was ready to take out and play with again.
Tuesday. A week and a half since you had met Adrienne. Part of you still feels vengeful towards her, but it's a very small part. The rest of you still wants to be with her. You wouldn't give up the chance to see her again, that was for sure. Your chance came on Thursday. You were watching TV when the buzzer went.
"Oo'z it?" you ask through a mouthful of Lay's into the speaker.
"It's Adrienne, can I come up?" came her voice. At the sound of her voice you spat the chips all down your shirt. You buzzed the door open and ran to change, brush you teeth and was miraculously ready before she knocked. You opened the door to find a more subtle and nervous Adrienne then you remembered. She gave you a small smile and stepped in.
"Hi," you say. "What brings you by?"
She looks at you cautiously. "I have some potentially upsetting news."
"Go ahead, get it over with I can take it." You say encouragingly.
She took a deep breath. "I'm pregnant and I'm almost positive it's yours."
"That's nice. Do you want something to drink?" you wander off into the kitchen and take out two glasses.
"Ummm Billie, did you hear me right?" comes her voice from the other room.
"Of course I did. You said 'I'm pregnant and I'm pretty sure it's yours.'" Shit. It just sunk in. "YOU'RE PREGNANT?!? HOW THE FUCK COULD YOU BE PREGNANT? WE USED PROTECTION! I'M NOT OLD ENOUGH TO HAVE A KID! I'M NOT READY! WE'RE NOT EVEN A COUPLE!" you stop for a breath and stoop to pick up the broken shards of glass from the cups that you were holding. Adrienne walks into the kitchen and looks at you in disbelief.
"How naïve are you?" she hissed "Do you really believe it's 100% effective? And you don't have to worry about us being a couple or you being a dad, because I'm aborting it."
You stop picking up the glass and look at her.
"An abortion?" you whisper. "You can't abort it, I won't let you."
"And who says that's your decision? You sounded like you didn't want anything to do with it before."
"It isn't my decision whether you keep it or not, but it's not yours either. It's both of ours so we make the decision together. And don't give me any shit on how it's more yours than mine because it's growing inside you." You say as you see her open her mouth.
Her eyes narrowed. "I don't give a fuck what you say Billie Joe. I'm aborting this pregnancy no matter what you say." With that she gave you the finger and ran out the door.
Tuesday. A week and a half since you had met Adrienne. Part of you still feels vengeful towards her, but it's a very small part. The rest of you still wants to be with her. You wouldn't give up the chance to see her again, that was for sure. Your chance came on Thursday. You were watching TV when the buzzer went.
"Oo'z it?" you ask through a mouthful of Lay's into the speaker.
"It's Adrienne, can I come up?" came her voice. At the sound of her voice you spat the chips all down your shirt. You buzzed the door open and ran to change, brush you teeth and was miraculously ready before she knocked. You opened the door to find a more subtle and nervous Adrienne then you remembered. She gave you a small smile and stepped in.
"Hi," you say. "What brings you by?"
She looks at you cautiously. "I have some potentially upsetting news."
"Go ahead, get it over with I can take it." You say encouragingly.
She took a deep breath. "I'm pregnant and I'm almost positive it's yours."
"That's nice. Do you want something to drink?" you wander off into the kitchen and take out two glasses.
"Ummm Billie, did you hear me right?" comes her voice from the other room.
"Of course I did. You said 'I'm pregnant and I'm pretty sure it's yours.'" Shit. It just sunk in. "YOU'RE PREGNANT?!? HOW THE FUCK COULD YOU BE PREGNANT? WE USED PROTECTION! I'M NOT OLD ENOUGH TO HAVE A KID! I'M NOT READY! WE'RE NOT EVEN A COUPLE!" you stop for a breath and stoop to pick up the broken shards of glass from the cups that you were holding. Adrienne walks into the kitchen and looks at you in disbelief.
"How naïve are you?" she hissed "Do you really believe it's 100% effective? And you don't have to worry about us being a couple or you being a dad, because I'm aborting it."
You stop picking up the glass and look at her.
"An abortion?" you whisper. "You can't abort it, I won't let you."
"And who says that's your decision? You sounded like you didn't want anything to do with it before."
"It isn't my decision whether you keep it or not, but it's not yours either. It's both of ours so we make the decision together. And don't give me any shit on how it's more yours than mine because it's growing inside you." You say as you see her open her mouth.
Her eyes narrowed. "I don't give a fuck what you say Billie Joe. I'm aborting this pregnancy no matter what you say." With that she gave you the finger and ran out the door.
