“Your dark past?” I ask.

“Yeah,” he begins, “remember what I said about getting a girl pregnant? Well, that’s not exactly the whole story. What really happened is a longer story.”

“I’m in no rush to go home.”

“Okay, well, the whole truth is that not only did I really get her pregnant, but… I gave her HIV, and before you go all bitchy, I don’t have AIDs and I’m on treatment,” I’m breathing heavily and shaking with my eyes full of tears. This cannot be happening.

“I made sure we used protection,” I tell him through my tears.

“I know. So you might still be safe, but I just thought I should tell you.”

Oh God, please no. I’ve done some fucked up things, but God please. Don’t punish me like this.

“Say something, Stacie, please!”

“What the FUCK do you want me to say, Ethan? You put me in risk of getting HIV and it’s the last thing that could happen to me right now. I don’t fucking need this!” I yell crying more now.

“I’m really sorry.”

“Save your bullshit! I never want to see your fucking face.”