Get Rid of it??

Amelie

I stared at the doctor in shock, perplexed and devoid of the right words to speak. Surely he wasn't being serious about this, maybe I heard incorrectly.

"Pregnant?" I asked for clarification, and Dr Warren nodded in affirmation.

"I figured you'd be happy hearing this, doesn't the child belong to Mr Liam?"

Now I was enraged, but I managed to keep my calm. Who does this man take me for? Some cheap thot who goes around sleeping with influential men?! I could tell that was what he had in mind, perhaps he has had a lot of encounters with women like that, but I wasn't one of them.

I ignored his question and shot him a look of resentment, one that had him reconsidering his question.

"I didn't mean it in that w—"

"There's no need to explain yourself." I interjected in a rude tone. "Can you get rid of it?"

"Excuse me?" Dr Warren returned with a look of horror. His impression of me hadn't been evident before, but now I could read it clearly on his face. He felt disgusted, almost angry at my audacity to make such a request just a few minutes after learning of my pregnancy.

"Can you get rid of it?" I repeated shamelessly, without any care for his judgemental face.

"I'm sorry, but it's not really advisable to jump into hasty conclusions. I'll give you a week to reconsider your decision, and then I'll be able to answer that question."

I rolled my eyes at his righteous reply and rose from where I sat, the test result paper crumbled in-between my palm. Skillfully I tossed it into the nearest bin before walking out dramatically. Seven years ago I would have been delighted to have Liam's baby, but not now. The two of us weren't in the right state of mind to welcome a child, and I definitely did not want my child to be used as a tool in the Hardwoods family problems.

"Is everything okay? What did they say is the problem?" Colin asked the moment I resurfaced. He seemed tensed, as though he was waiting for a relative undergoing surgery.

"It's nothing serious, just an overhyped migraine, I should be fine soon." I lied. I could tell Colin has grown very suspicious of me these past days, but I was doing everything in my power to keep him from poking too deep into my personal affairs. I didn't want him knowing anything about me and Liam, but keeping that a secret was becoming more difficult by the day.

First, I switched apartments, and would never invite him to my new home, and then suddenly I was ripped from storm and hired to work at the headquarters of Woods just months after Liam Hardwood showed up. It wasn't difficult to put the pieces together, and I knew Colin was smart enough to do so. However he didn't bother me with questions that he considered not to matter, he probably didn't care too much about Liam or his love life. But one thing Colin wouldn't take for granted was my health.

"You're lying." He accused blatantly with no signs of remorse. "If you had a migraine you'd have gone to a local pharmacist for a prescription, I know you too well Amelie."

He was right, I had never visited the hospital just because of some headache. Even when I had a fever I always relied on the pharmacist down the street, coming to a hospital meant that the pharmacist couldn't help with my condition, and Colin had that figured out.

I stared blankly into his eyes, not knowing if I should keep up my lies and pretenses or come clean with him. He was my best friend, and he deserved to know everything that was going on with me right now. It was a difficult decision to make, but I finally settled with telling him the truth, but only half of it.

"I'm pregnant."

Colin froze, blood drained from his face and he became pale with shock. His dark eyes stared into the depths of mine trying to figure out if this was a joke or not. Then like a comedian, his face lightened up almost immediately and a tyrannic smile brightened his face, a forced laughter that seemed almost genuine.

"You're joking right?"

"I'm not." I reassured. "It's a long story, but this is all I can tell you for now, and don't go asking me who the father is." I cautioned.

"Is it Liam?"

He heard my warnings just seconds ago, but the bastard still had the guts to ask me the exact question I wanted to avoid so desperately.

"Who knows?" I replied with a shrug, my voice filled with sarcasm. Colin didn't speak, he just stared at me in both shock and disbelief. It was natural for him to look at me that way, months ago I had no man in my life, and whenever we spoke about our love lives I would always distance myself from conversation. And yet here I was, pregnant!

"Are you going to keep it? The pregnancy?" He finally managed to ask after two long minutes of deafening silence.

"Maybe, maybe not, I've not decided yet." I replied honestly. I had no idea what to do with it at the moment, but one thing I know for sure was that I wasn't going to tell Liam just yet. Not until I have fully decided on whether to keep it, if I decide otherwise, then I'd just get rid of it and never bring up the matter.

"We should get going, there's no need wasting any more time here." I suggested and we both made our way out of the hospital. All through the ride home I kept feeling Colin's stare at my neck, and it made it really difficult to concentrate on anything. I understood he had his questions to ask, but right now wasn't really the time. I had a situation going on, and I'd really appreciate it if he would stop judging me with his eyes.

Getting pregnant was definitely not in the list of things I wanted to do at this age. Not only would it hinder my productivity, there was also the stress of living on a strict diet and doing your best not to go crazy with all the restrictions that came with carrying a child. Some might consider me a heartless monster, but for now removing this child was the best thing that could happen to me right now.