Page 130 of The Twisted Beats

“You heard me.” She rests her forehead in her palm as she hangs her head over the toilet bowl. “I’m sorry.”

My world stops. She can’t be serious.

What the fuck am I thinking? Of course she is. We’ve been stupid, careless teenagers thinking we’re indestructible as long as we’re together.

I spin away and march to the other room. This can’t be happening. I don’t have any way to take care of a baby. I wanna punch myself in the face a few times for thinking with my dick.

The problem with that thought is every time we had sex without a condom, I was trying to show her I thought she was worth the risk. I just didn’t think it would happen.

We’ve only been sexually active since my birthday. Ifigured we’d get her on the pill within the month and everything would be okay.

My blood turns hot and my pulse races. I don’t know how to be a pops. Fucking hell, I don’t know how to be anything. I’m seventeen.

She comes out of the bathroom after she’s showered and back into her clothes from yesterday. Her face is splotchy and red.

My heart sinks. She’s been in there crying and dealing with this alone. I collapse inside at the same time wanting to erupt.

“We’ll figure this out together.” I take her in my arms.

She holds me around my waist. “We don’t even know if that’s what’s going on.”

“You complained on New Year’s Eve you felt tired and bloated. On the way up here, you thought you were car sick a couple of times. Let’s not fool ourselves.”

“What are we going to do?”

“We’ll drive back to LA and pick up a test to make sure.”

“Then what?”

“We’ll take it from there.” I swallow hard.

“My parents are going to be furious.” She squeezes me. “What have I done, Callum?”

“It’s what we’ve done. I was there, too.”

We hold each other as our worlds spin a million miles an hour. I nudge her and tell her I need a shower.

Once I’m done, we go to the hotel’s restaurant and grab a quick bite so we can put the check on the room since I don’t have enough cash on my debit card.

She nibbles on toast with tears sitting on the edge of her eyelashes. Every second, I shrink that much smaller.

How could I have put her in this situation?

We leave and drive back to LA barely speaking. My heart thunders as I tremble down the mountain. We pull into the city and I find a convenience store.

I park my car and gaze her way. “Do you wanna come in with me?”

“No. If we’re both in there, we’ll draw too much attention to ourselves.”

“True. So what am I looking for?”

“A pregnancy test with quick results.”

“Any specific kind?”

“I’ve never paid attention to them. I don’t know.”

My hands tingle and I get lightheaded. “Okay. I’ll figure it out.”