Beautifully Broken by Amanda Bennett

EVER!

Eleven
     
    Gray and I had spoken at
least three times a day, for the three weeks. He was settling into his new
routine of getting up at five o’clock every morning, and I was still trying to
fight off the bug I had when he had left. Mrs. Weston had come by at least once
a day to make sure I was doing okay, and eating something of substance. It was
nice to have a mother figure around again. I hadn’t realized how much I had
missed out on, not having a mother.
     
    I heard my phone go off for
the second time in a row but I was otherwise in disposed. I was literally at
the point of throwing up absolutely nothing but stomach acid. My esophagus was
burning. I could feel the layers of tissue disintegrating inside my throat. I
quickly rinsed my mouth out with water and ran to catch my phone, before it
stopped ringing again.
     
    I was too late. By the time
I made it into my room and grabbed my phone, the screen flashed two missed
calls from Gray. I slid the bar across to call him back hoping I could catch
him, before he was headed to class. It went straight to voicemail. I cursed
under my breath as I checked the three missed text messages. One was from
Hannah and the other two were from Gray.
     
    HOPE YOUR DOING OK
    LOVE. I JUST WANTED
    TO LET YOU KNOW
    HOW MUCH I MISS YOU!
    I’LL TRY CALLING IN A
MINUTE
    BEFORE CLASS!
    LOVE YOU
    G
     
    My heart sped up as I read
the last line. I missed him so much; I could barely breath most days. I checked
the other one before checking Hannah’s.
     
    I’M GETTING READY TO
LEAVE
    MY 1ST BORING ASS
CLASS
    AND WANTED TO SAY HI.
I’M
    CALLING YOU IN 2
SECONDS,
    YOU BETTER ANSWER:)
    G
     
    My face fell and my heart
felt heavy. This was the first time I had missed his call. I quickly typed out
a text back to him, hoping he would see it first thing when he got out of his
next class.
     
    I HOPE YOU’RE HAVING
AN
    AMAZINGLY BORING
DAY;)
    I MISS YOU MORE THAN
    WORDS COULD EXPRESS.
    SORRY I MISSED YOUR
CALL
    I’M STILL FEELING
LIKE CRAP!
    YOUR MOM MADE ME A
DOCTORS
    APPOINTMENT FOR TOMORROW,
    HOPEFULLY IT IS JUST
THE FLU.
    CALL ME WHEN YOU CAN.
    LOVE YOU ALWAYS
    B
     
    I hit send before calling
Hannah, instead of texting her back. We had only been in school for two weeks,
but I’m sure she had some gossip from her sister to share.
     
    “Hey, where have you been
all day?” Her voice was high pitched and full of worry.
     
    “Sorry Han. I have been
stuck in the bathroom all day. It’s getting ridiculous. I’m thinking I should
just move my bed into the bathroom, or the toilet next to my bed. One or the
other.” A laugh escaped between my lips. I missed laughing. It seemed all I did
lately was cry, be depressed or throw up, none of which were fun by any means.
     
    “Bennett, I think you should
go to the doctor. It doesn’t sound like it’s the flu anymore.” There was a long
pause, “HOLY SHIT!”
     
    I pulled the phone away from
my ear as she screamed. “Well, now that I am officially deaf. What the fuck is
your issue Han?”
     
    I heard her take in a deep
breath, before she decided to grace me with her new found knowledge, “Bennett,
when is the last time you had your period? Think about it Bennett did you and
Gray ever use protection? Honestly?”
     
    I tried to swallow past the
bile that was creeping up my throat. My mind was racing trying to put 2 and 2
together, when I finally found the words to answer Hannah’s question. “We used
protection every time, except, except for the first time in the tree house. Oh
shit and the time later that night.” I could barely catch my breath. My vision
became blurry and I couldn’t think straight. “Hannah?”
     
    “Yeah I’m here.”
     
    “What if I’m pregnant?” The
words barely came out in an audible tone. My brain was in shock. If I were
pregnant, it would ruin everything. “Hannah, Gray and I just officially
started dating and we’re technically not even together right now. Holy shit
Hannah, this cannot be fucking