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“I’m late for work already.”
“Please, it’s important,” she said.
“Fine,” he said, heading back up their wood porch.
Valerie began to follow.
“Wait!” Bridge got out of the car and ran up to Valerie, throwing her arms around her. “Don’t be afraid,” she whispered. Valerie let a tear slip and nodded her head before climbing the steps herself.
We both got back into the car and drove a little bit in silence before Bridge started to break down. She faced the window, but I could see her pained expression through the reflection.
“We pretend we got rid of it,” I said.
“Okay,” she said, her hand going to her belly.
“I have an idea, but I need some time.”
“Fine.”
Chapter Eight
I knew I only had a few days before my dad figured out that Bridge was still pregnant, and I had an idea of what I needed to do, but I was looking for the perfect opportunity to do it.
Christmas Eve morning, two days after we left the clinic, I woke early, throwing on a t-shirt because it felt a little chilly. Our house was pretty much floor-to-ceiling windows, and the floors were stone. In other words, it didn’t matter how much money you had, it was damn near impossible to warm the place.
I dialed August, my roommate back at Brown. Ladies, hands over ears. This is how dudes talk and I apologize.
“What’s up, fucker,” he answered. Told ya.
“Hey, asshole. What are you up to?”
“Oh, you know, a little of this, little of that. This is named Ashley, that is named Farrah.”
I laughed. “You’re a sick bastard.”
“I learned from the best, douche.”
“I taught you much, young Jedi, but I never taught you that. Guess I’m just a higher breed of human.”
“I’m gonna take an axe to that fucking pedestal, nuckfut.”
“Still couldn’t knock me down to your level.” I laughed before turning serious. “Listen, uh, I’m sort of in a jam out here. Think you could do me a favor?”
“Yeah, whatever you need, dude,” he added, all joking aside.
When I got off the phone with August, I padded over to Bridge’s room and knocked on her door.
“Come in,” she grumbled.
I opened the door and found her hunched over a trash can.
“Yeah, we’re not going to be able to hide this for long,” I said, shutting the door behind me.
“Shut up,” she complained uncharacteristically.
“Why don’t you keep crackers by your bed?” I asked, repeating something I’d overheard somewhere.
I noticed her face looked pale and her eyes were watery. I wanted to kick the ass who did this to her.
