I lay on my bed looking up at the ceiling, thinking about what will happen tomorrow. The fan above me kept spinning. Slow. Steady. Like it had no care in the world. My hands rested on my stomach without me meaning to. I quickly moved them away.
Should I put my trust in the person who got me into this fucking mess?
I shut my eyes for a second. Opened them again. The ceiling was still there. The problem was still there.
"Faye, don't you want to go to school? Uncle Eriko is waiting to drive us, and I don't want to be late."
Kaye's voice came from outside the door.
"Kaye, if you don't want to be late, just go, okay?" I shouted. The words came out sharp. I didn't even realize my voice was loud.
There was silence for a few seconds.
"I just don't want you to walk to school. Now that you are going to have a baby," he said with his voice down.
The word baby hung in the air. Now I am regretting shouting. I sat up from the bed. My head felt heavy. My throat tight.
