The Broken One

***Cynthia’s P.O.V***
The sun shines through the open curtains and pulls me gently out of my sleep. I pull the covers tighter around me, the room is chilly. I open my eyes and turn over, seeing an empty spot where Andy should be. I hear the shower turn on just as I begin to wander where he went.
I turn my head to the left and look at the clock on the nightstand. It reads 10:07 a.m. I should probably get up but I decide to wait until Andy gets out of the shower.
I lay my head back down on the pillow, letting my mind start to go over last night. It was wonderful, except for one little thing. Right when Andy was putting on a condom it reminded me of Quinten, how he hadn’t used any protection. I had pushed the thought out of my head, not wanting to ruin the moment, but I could no longer ignore it. My period was supposed to come about two weeks ago but it never had. At the time I just told myself it was a little late and it was fine. I no longer believe that.
A few tears trickle from the corners of my eyes, dripping down my temples and dropping onto the pillow. What if I’m…?
I can’t bring myself to think it. I know it’s the most likely possibility but I just can’t. Admitting it would make it real and I'm not ready for that yet.
“Cynthia, what’s wrong?”
I hear Andy ask, his voice sounding alarmed. I snap my eyes over to the door and see him standing there, wearing a pair of black skinny jeans . When I don’t answer, he walks over to me and sits down on the bed beside me. I push myself up into a sitting position, carefully making sure the blanket stays wrapped around me since I'm still naked from last night.
Andy pulls me into a hug.
“What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”
He asks, rubbing my back. I rest my face on his bare chest and try to get a little control over my tears. Andy's wet chair drips a few drops of water onto my shoulder and I shiver, causing him to hold me a little tighter.
“Talk to me, babe”
He says, gently kissing my shoulder.
“I'm late”
I say, taking a shaky breath.
“What do you mean late?”
He asks, not understanding what I'm trying to tell him.
“My period, i-it should h-have been here a c-couple weeks ago”
I stutter, starting to sob. It takes Andy a minute to realize what’s going on.
“Are you sure it’s not just a coincidence?”
He asks. I shake my head and press myself closer to him.
“It’s never been this late. It’s always been regular”
I whisper. Neither of us say anything for the next few minutes, Andy just holds me in silence.
“How about you go take a shower and get dressed. We can go to Walgreen’s or something and get a pregnancy test”
He says, placing his hands on my shoulders and pulling me off him. He wipes the tears from my cheeks with his thumbs.
“Go get ready”
He says before standing up and going over to the closet to grab a shirt.
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I take a towel and wipe the fog from the mirror. I put the towel down on the counter top and stare at my reflection. My despairing eyes stare back.
I place my hands on my stomach. It’s as flat as ever, no signs that I could be pregnant, but I know better. The thought of there being a little tiny life in there makes me want to scream. The whole thought of it is terrifying. There's no way I'm ready to be a mother, let alone a good one. Even if I was ready for a kid, the last thing I would want would be for its father to be him, of all people.
I sigh and let my arms drop back to my sides.
I reach for a towel from the rack above the toilet and wrap it around my body. Opening the bathroom door, I walk to my room. I go over to the closet and pull out a pair of black leggings and a Metallica shirt. After slipping them on, I grab a brush and run it through my wet hair, getting any tangles that are in it out. Before leaving my room to go downstairs, I grab a pair of converse from the floor and pull them on.
Andy is just walking out of the kitchen as I reach the bottom of the stairs.
“You ready to go?”
He asks, finishing swallowing whatever he was eating. I nod and Andy walks over. He wraps his arms around me and gives me a tight hug, sensing my worry.
“It’s going to be ok”
He says, letting go of me and leaning down to kiss me gingerly on the lips.
“Come on”
He murmurs, guiding me out to the car.

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