I Was So Bitter, Till You Came Along

I was moved into my mother's in a week. She was so nice and caring, and I loved that she was going to go with me and John to the abortion clinic. The extra support was definitely needed and appreciated.

I was nervous though. I was nervous about what Andy would say if he were here; what he would and wouldn't do. I was afraid of what he was going to do when he came home in six months. And quite frankly, I didn't want to find out.

John was holding my clammy hands as I waited for the doctor to enter the sunny, well-lit room. I looked over at him, my eyes filling with tears.

"Am I doing the right thing?" I asked. John faced me completely, and he cupped my face in his large hands.

"Casey.... whatever you choose to do with this baby is the right thing. It's your decision what to and what not to do. It's all up to you," he whispered the last part to me, and he went to pull away, but I wrapped my arms around his neck with a sob.

"I don't know!" I wailed, feeling John sit and wrap me up in his arms. I had been so completely sure, but now that the time had come, I was back to square one, desperate for answers only I knew deep down.

The door opened rapidly, and John and I pulled apart to see who it was.

"Andy!?" I asked, staring at him. I'd only talked to him to tell him when my appointment was, but I'd never expected him to show up.

He was breathing hard, the tie he was wearing flung over his shoulder like he'd sprinted here. Maybe he had.

"I-Casey," was all he managed to get out. I stood up, not tearing my gaze away from him.

"Andy... do you know how difficult this is already? You being here makes this so much more difficult!" I exclaimed. Andy stared at me, dumbstruck.

"Let me get this straight... you'd rather have this guy here over me? He isn't even the father!" Andy said loudly.

"He's a hell of a lot better company than you are, Biersack! ' Oh, Casey, I want you to keep a baby you don't want for my benefit!'" I mimicked.

"When did I ever say that, Casey!? You-I never even said that!" Andy said angrily, approaching me. I huffed angrily.

"I want you to leave," I said calmly.

"Now you're going to avoid talking about it? Casey... I told you that the choice is yours. I was never against this, so I have absolutely no idea where this is coming from. You broke up with me over the phone and told me that this was your decision. Of course, I was devastated, but that doesn't mean I'm going to convince you to keep the baby. I'm not like that," he said. I ran my hands through my hair, turning in a circle.

My doctor entered the room, and she smiled sweetly at me. Andy walked over to the other side of my bed as I got back in it, and we proceeded with the procedure.

When it was over, I walked with Andy and John out to the waiting room where my mother was, and she stood up when she saw us.

"Done?" She asked. I nodded, giving her a tight hug. John told me he had to leave, so he hugged me goodbye, but Andy stayed.

"Mom... this is Andy... he was the father," I said. They shook, not muttering a word to each other.

"We need to discuss this, Casey," Andy said as we all left the building.

"Do you need to leave soon?" I asked. Andy shook his head.

"I've got the rest of today and then tomorrow. Then I leave," he said. I nodded.

We arrived back at my mother's place, and Andy and I headed up to my room.

What were we supposed to say?

Notes

My kindle is being all janky, so I'll leave it here for now. :)