“I’m sorry?” The doctor asks.

“I think I might want an abortion,” I say, trying my best to hold back the tears. This baby can only cause problems in my life, so I have to stop the shit now.

“Miss, it’s not my place to say, but are you sure you want to kill a poor innocent child?” he says. Of course I don’t. Especially my baby, but he doesn’t know that the father can be anybody that I’ve had sex with in the past month. I don’t want my baby to end up in a dysfunctional family. I don’t want it to grow up and end up just as messed up as I am. I can’t do that to my baby, I just can’t.

“Like you said, it’s not your place to say,” I say. He looks at me like I’m crazy. He’s right, all this shit is making me crazy.

“Well, the clinic is almost closing, so we won’t be able to today. We can make an appointment and you can come back in two days?” He suggests.

“Perfect. Set it up,” I say without hesitation. I thank him and walk out with one less worry.

I’ll talk to Ethan about it tomorrow when he gets out.