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I was leaving. I didn't have any strength left in me to stay in this household. Noelle and Aine begged me to stay, that Blaine and I had our arguments but we always got back to each other.

They didn't know. They didn't know what I said, what he did. I took my shit, my car, and stole five-hundred-thousand dollars from him before leaving.

My only request from everyone in the house is that they made sure Blaine had no idea I was leaving, so I left while Blaine was in his office and his driver took me to some apartments hours away from Blaine's house while I used some of Blaine's money to buy a lease and bribe the owner to let me move in right away.

Thus began my life without Blaine. Days spent inside, throwing up in the middle of the night, and crying, isolating myself from everyone because I am tired of being disappointed of being left alone. That's why I left the house first.

I had a few missed calls from Blaine, my siblings, Noelle and Aine, but I didn't answer. I wanted total silence, I wanted no one to know where I was and come to pity me and tell me that Blaine was an asshole.

Just wanted to live in peace and cry to myself, but after week three, I was tasked with doing something else. Buying a pregnancy test.

I walked into CVS looking like a bum off of the street and grabbed a test. The guy checking me out probably thought this was my eighth child with my seven baby daddies, but I couldn't care less, I care more about whether I was pregnant or not.

I am so scared because I already know the answer, but I needed to confirm, to know that I have possibly made the biggest mistake of my life.

I sat down on the bathroom floor, waiting all thirty minutes for it to completely ruin my life...and it did.

I was pregnant with Blaine's child.

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I was in the abortion clinic, scared, thinking about this. All the women here looked angry or sad for different reasons. There are even some women with men with them, crying and pleading for them to keep their child.

There are others who can't wait to get rid of the baby.

But me, I didn't know. I don't know if I want to keep this baby. I mean, what's stopping me? Alot. I didn't want this baby so early. I didn't want anything to do with Blaine while simultaneously wanting everything to do with him.

I felt nauseous, the people here, the doctors, everything here was too much for me. It felt like everything was closing up on me. I should have talked to someone. I should have come with someone.

I can't do this.

"Ma'am? Are you ready?" the nurse touched my shoulder.

I jerked back, I couldn't stop the tears because I wished that Blaine was here to hug me and take me home...but he's not.

I can't do this. I'm too scared. I'm keeping this baby.

I shook my head. "I–I don't know–I can't." I stood up abruptly and ran out. I couldn't do it. I needed to think.

I needed to find a job because I was too scared to even go near an abortion clinic again. I was going to raise this baby on my own because Blaine probably doesn't even want this child.

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Week 5:

Right now, I'm eight weeks pregnant. The doctor told me that in six weeks I could find out if I have a girl or a boy.

I got a job at a nice little restaurant and the tips are good. I also have a hundred thousand dollars of the five hundred saved up for this baby.

I was a little happy. Not too much because I woke up and felt like shit, but happy because I felt like I wasn't alone.

I had a kid in my stomach and it wasn't the best feeling in my situation but it wasn't the worst.

I liked my job because I got to bake the desserts for this restaurant, along with serving. I started talking to my siblings again. I lied and told them that Blaine and I were across the world in Japan...or was it Italy?

I don't know, I just know that I lied and told them I hadn't responded because I was too busy across the world.

I sent them pictures in my apartment, pretending it was a hotel.

When it came to Noelle and Aine, I let them know I was ok, but that was it. I didn't know how to lie to them because they knew the real situation.

I sighed, taking the chocolate cake out of the oven. I needed to infuse it with fudge.

I was humming a tune, taking the cake to what the restaurant owner calls the 'desert table.' I grabbed a syringe filled with fudge and began to fill my cake. Then I drizzled some on top.

"Ginira." Camilla, one of my coworkers, called for me.

"Yes?" I mumbled, focused on my work.

"There's a man out who wants a slice of that cake and wants you to serve it."

I rolled my eyes. "Probably another pervert." I cut a piece of the cake and put it nicely on a clean plate and placed a chocolate on the side. I smiled at Camilla. "Wish me luck. Which table?"

She chuckled. "Table Eight."

I nodded, speed walking toward the table, but when I saw who the fuck the man was my walking quickly slowed down.

I sighed, closing my eyes. "Is that all, sir?"

"Ginira." Blaine frowned.

"That's my name, sir, is there anything else you want?"

"I need to talk to you—"

I sighed, turning around. "I guess you don't need anything—"

Blaine grabbed my arm. "Please?"

"What could you possibly fucking want?" I whispered. "I told you that I loved you and you told me that you couldn't so I left and stole your fucking money proudly too."

"I did not come here for the money, Ginira. I came here for y—"

"No. Almost everyone in my life has disappointed me, left me alone intentionally or not. I expected you to be different. You are just like every other man I have dated and you pride yourself in not being like them so I trusted you and you broke everything. So I left before you could fucking leave because I'm tired of being on the receiving end. Leave me alone."

I yanked my hand out of his hold and walked off. I went straight to the bathroom so I could puke and cry.

I forgot to tell him I was pregnant. It's not like he would even care.

He doesn't love me. 

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