Chapter 0296


    “Go away,” Jerome hisses. “You can see herter!”


    “What the fuck, Jerome!” | hear Daniel snap and | gasp, going very still. Because Daniel — Daniel can’t know.


    “She needs a minute —“ Jerome protests as Daniel — taller and broader than him — starts to push at the door.


    “What''s wrong with her?” Daniel asks, suddenly frantic. “Is she all right?”


    “She''s fine!”


    “Then why won''t you let me in!?” The final word a shout, Daniel gives a hard shove at the door and Jerome stumbles back.


    Jerome spins towards me, shaking his head as | stare at Daniel, who almost falls into the room.


    Daniel takes a moment to stare at me, to look between Jerome and |, taking in our ashen faces and shocked expressions.


    “What the hell is going on, Fay?” he asks, angry now.


    “Nothing,” | gulp, taking a step back towards the bathroom and cursing myself — absolutely cursing myself for not tucking the


    pregnancy test and its box away somewhere safe —


    Daniel notices my step back and his eyes sh to the bathroom.


    “What''s in there?” he asks, pressing the bedroom door shut behind him.


    “Shit,” Jerome breathes, hanging his head in his hands again.


    “Nothing!” | insist, taking another step backwards. But Daniel’s already on to me, and as he starts to take long strides to the


    bathroom — desperate to know what we’re hiding — | spin and dash in, reaching for the test still sitting peacefully at its spot by the


    sink.


    My fingers almost touch it, but Daniel is too fast. His hand suddenlyes into my sight, reaching out for it — snatching it up off


    the sink before | can grab it.


    “Daniel!” | protest, whirling on him, grabbing for the test, trying to get it back. “It’s mine!”This is from N?velDrama.Org.


    “Well fucking obviously, Fay!” he shouts, his voice somewhere between rage and horror and worry all at once. “What the — what


    the fuck is this!?”


    But | fold my arms, ring at him as he holds it high up above my head.


    “| peed on that, you know,” | snap, hoping it will make him drop it.


    But it doesn’t work, he just res at me and then looks up at it before snapping his face back to me.


    “Are you...are you pregnant?” he asks, breathless.


    “Well, | don’t know, Daniel,” | snarl. “That’s what we were trying to figure out!” And | gesture vehemently towards the test, still


    held out of my reach.


    And slowly, clearly trying to piece the world back together as Jeromees to the bathroom door and stares between us, Daniel


    brings the test back down and stares at the result.


    As Daniel stares at the stick | find that | can’t breathe and my hand goes to my throat as | stare at him, waiting for him to tell me


    if...


    ...if my life ispletely over.


    Slowly, too slowly, he looks up at me. “It doesn’t say anything,” he says, his face twisting in confusion. “What''s it supposed to —


    did you do it right?”


    “Oh my god,” | snap, taking a


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    Daniel puts his hands up innocently as | ce the test back on the counter.


    “How long are you supposed to wait?” he asks, a little breathless, staring at it.


    “Three minutes,” | say, crossing my


    arms and staring at the little stick as


    Jeromees to stand between.


    we reallsilentErs long second,


    together staring at the little piece of


    stic, before | groan and flip it over


    so that we can''t see the result.


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    Then | turn away, burying my face in


    my hands and ee to jee)


    anxious Welk tipitSber


    thee antics are done,” | say,


    decided. “I! can''t...stare at it and just


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