A Fairy Tale Part 1

"I'll call you, okay?" I tried to smile. "I'm gonna borrow your
sweatshirt..." I grabbed his grey 'Property of' sweatshirt off his
dresser. "...So you know I have to give it back, right?"

"Heather." Brandon was still kneeling there, his body stretched out over
the empty bed, looking up at me sadly.

"I'll see you later, Brandon." I left him there and I felt bad, a big load
of guilt to go along with the nausea. I could have done that better, but I
wasn't in any kind of shape for it.

I knew what his problem was. He'd invested all his emotions in me, despite
my warnings. I'd never promised the man anything and I'd even gone out of
my way to make sure he knew I wasn't looking for anything but a good time
with him. But he'd put everything into us, into me and him and whatever
relationship he'd imagined we had. Now it was time to face it and he was
fighting for it, desperate enough to accept someone else's baby growing in
my belly. I was doing him a favor and he should have appreciated that, I
thought.

Men were just so...Clingy! Ugh! It was frustrating and it made the short
walk back to my dorm only slightly more unpleasant than it otherwise would
have been. I had to stop three times to puke in the bushes. But maybe the
walking and the puking and just the fresh evening air did me some good
because the sickness actually went away finally. It was like that though,
although I'd only been going through it a few days. It would come all of a
sudden out of nowhere, steal my lunch or dinner away, and then just as
fast...it was gone.

I just wished I could predict it a little better, but like I said, it had
only just started so I was thinking a pattern would emerge eventually. I'd
known for certain that I was pregnant almost a week, since I'd missed my
period and got a home pregnancy test to confirm it. All it had taken was
three times, maybe only the first time, but we'd done it three times
bareback in one night and then...A lot after that. On and off for a month
almost, and now I had what I'd always imagined would be a disaster on my
hands. I was a college junior and pregnant and unmarried. The one guy who
would marry me, Brandon, was a divorce waiting to happen two years down the
road. A blind woman could see that, so who needed it?