It’s okay babes, it’s okay. I’m here.” She said, patting my back gently and leading me to the couch.
That wasn’t helping things. I sobbed uncontrollably. Why me? God, why me? It was just once. Maybe actually four in one, but it wasn’t really intentional. I just made one little mistake and now I have to pay heavily for it with not only my maidenhead and my pride, but also with pregnancy.
I didn’t know what to do. At least when I lost my maidenhead, I knew I had lost it and it was gone and over and all, but pregnancy? What the fuck! I say what the fuck! That is something else.
Where do I begin or proceeded from? What do I even do? How would I have a baby in my third year? I’d have been 22, but does that make it any less worse?
Just then, there was a rasping knock on the door.
“Who’s there?” Hana yelled.
“You, open the door!” Khalifa yelled right back.
I wiped the tears on my face and in my eyes quickly like a child about to be caught stealing from the soup pot. When Hana was sure I was ready, she opened the door and Khalifa swept in.