The Broken One

***Andy’s P.O.V***
Cynthia’s face goes pale when the two solid pink lines pop up on the pregnancy test, indicating that she is indeed pregnant.
Her hand begins to tremble and tears well in her eyes. She keeps her gaze focused on the test, as if she's expecting it to change or is just in complete disbelief.
I feel a wave of sympathy wash through me. All I want is for Cynthia to be happy. I would do anything so she could but I realize that that is far out of my control.
“Come here”
I murmur, putting my other arm around her and pulling her close. Her small body is rigid in my arms as she begins to sob.
“It’s going to be ok, Cynthia. Shhhh”
I gently say, trying my best to soothe her.
“No its not”
She cries, sounding quite panicked. Her whole body is trembling by now and her breathing has gone erratic.
“Hey hey hey, you gotta calm down, breath, just breath”
I say as I slightly lift her up and place her on my lap. She immediately presses herself back to my chest and I continue muttering comforting words into her ear. Rather it helps or not, she eventually calms down, at least with the crying, I can’t imagine what she’s feeling right now.
“I'm scared”
I hear her whimper, her voice muffled by my shirt.
“I know you are but it’s going to be ok, I promise. I'm always going to be here for you”
I say softly, resting my chin on the top of her head.
“What are we gonna do? I'm not ready for a kid”
She says, her voice cracking as the tears start back up once again.
“There's always other options, there's abortion, adoption….I don’t know….”
I say, trailing off.
“So what should I do?”
She asks, her voice small.
“That’s not up to me, that’s up to you hun”
I say. Our conversation ends after that and we sit, silent, content just being with each other.
After a while though, Cynthia sighs and slides herself off my lap, sitting down beside me. She leans against me, resting her head on my shoulder and takes one of my hands in between hers.
“Why me?”
She asks, her voice no more than a whisper.
“What do you mean?”
I ask, my voice matching her quiet tone as I watch her delicate fingers fiddle with mine.
“Why was I the kid who lost her parents? Why was I the kid who always got bullied? Why was I the kid who got raped? Why was I the kid who got pregnant? What did I ever do to deserve any of this?”
She asks, a dispirited look appearing in her dark brown eyes.
“You didn’t do anything and you didn’t deserve any of those things that happened. None of this is your fault, Cynthia”
I say, pulling her hand into mine and holding it. There's a gap of silence between us for a minutes before Cynthia breaks it by saying:
“What are we going to do? How are we gonna take care of a kid?”
She asks, sounding as if she feels completely incapable of taking on this brand new challenge.
“We just have to take things one step at a time, handle things as they come. It’s going to be ok”
I try to reassure her.
“Promise you'll be there with me for every step?”
She asks.
“Of course I will, you think you can get rid of me that easy?”
I ask jokingly, winning a small smile that last only a couple seconds on her thin lips. She looks up at me, her eyes showing a small glimmer of hope.
“I love you, Andy”
She murmurs. I smile and lean down, kissing her gently on the lips.
“I love you too”

Notes

I feel like this was kind of a boring chapter but the next one will have a little more action. Hope everyone enjoyed.

Comment Rate Subscribe
~becca