thought Charles as he stared down at his watch. More than an hour had passed and Laura hadn’t returned from the washroom. Charles was beginning to get worried and he finally decided to go check for himself. He excused himself and walked up the stairs to the ladies’ washroom, knocking on door frantically.
His heart began pounding faster as fear engulfed him. Somewhere deep down, he knew something was not right and that only made him feel sick in the gut.
Finally after fifteen minutes, though what seemed like an eternity, Laura walked outside, breathing weakly.
But without a word, she handed him what felt like a little plastic stick and walked away. Charles looked at her in confusion then looked down at the stick that she’d handed him. He was surprised to see that it was the pregnancy test he had quietly slid into her purse that evening while she was busy putting on makeup in the bathroom. His lips curved into a smile as he realized the test was positive and that meant Laura was indeed carrying his baby. Their baby.
Charles was thrilled and he giggled a little when he realized he would soon be a father. But his smile disappeared the moment he remembered the look on Laura’s face when she had handed him the pregnancy test. She hadn’t looked half as happy as Charles was. She hadn’t spoken a word to him, not even shared the big news. He decided to go ask her himself.
He ran towards the stairs, his anxiety brimming to the surface. But when he looked down from the balcony, he couldn’t find her sitting at the table among her friends.
So Charles walked down the stairs
then scanned the entire nightclub until he spotted her at the bar.
He dashed towards her through the horde of clubbers. When he finally reached her, he asked waving the pregnancy test in her face,
Of course Charles knew the truth, but he wished to hear her say the words. Laura looked up, giving him an uninterested look, “I’m pregnant” she said plainly.
On hearing the news his lips curved into a wide smile again, and as he was about to exclaim how overjoyed her was he noticed the drink in her hand. His eyebrows burrowed with worry. “Stop drinking that!” he cried out, snatching the glass from her hands.
Laura glared at him angrily, “Why? Give it back.” She tried reaching for the glass, but Charles pushed her hand away.
He yelled in her face, his voice growing louder, “You know this is not good for our baby.”
Charles looked at her in disbelief. “That’s our baby you’re talking about! And what do you mean it’s not going to be-‘”
she cut him, declaring her decision with determination.
What the hell did she just say? Charles’ jaw dropped in shock and he was utterly speechless. How could Laura even think such a thing? His ears grew warmer and he clenched his fists in anger.
he yelled, his voice growing even louder.
Laura screamed, her voice equally loud.
…How could you even-” But he stopped the moment he saw Laura stand up, and turn around as if to leave.
Charles couldn’t take it anymore. He’d tried his best to keep his anger in control but seeing Laura walk away without considering his opinions in this matter only made his anger reach its peak and he soon acted out by grabbing her forearm and pulling her back.
his grip grew tighter with every word he said.
Laura squirmed in pain,
cried Charles as his eyes widened with rage.
By now, everyone had gathered around them and were staring at the two.
Soon Laura’s friends ran over to see what the commotion was all about. Marcus walked closer to Charles and tapped on his shoulder, then said,
Tears rolled down Laura’s eyes as she writhe in pain. Finally Charles returned to his senses on seeing her tear stained eyes and he let go of her arm.
Charles looked around realizing what an ass he had made of himself. He looked down at Laura’s arm and noticed red finger marks that looked like bruises. He felt a pang of guilt and for the rest of the night he was unable to look her in the eye…