Page 52 of Broken Soul


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“Of course you are.” She shakes her head and laughs at me. “Hell, girl, that's gotta be a Dirty Soul record, you ain’t even been here five minutes.”

“This isn’t funny, Rogue, this is really serious. What do I do?” I rub my hand across my forehead and curse myself for telling her.

“Well, since going back in time to play it safe ain’t an option, I guess you're gonna have to go with that good old tradition of pissing on a stick and praying for a miracle.”

“I can’t leave the compound,” I remind her, already regretting this. I came here to talk about Skid and his mom. This, I should have taken to Ella or Maddy. I was with Grace all morning, I could have spoken to her, she would have been far more understanding.

“Just get Skid to grab you one.” Rogue shrugs back like it’s no big deal.

“I can’t. I haven’t told him,” I confess

Rogue opens her mouth as if she’s about to say something and I quickly interrupt.

“He’s only just accepted the idea of us, it’s been hard for him to move on and I get that. Trust me, I do. This is too much too fast. It’s gonna freak him out, and I don’t want to do that over nothing.” I chew on my thumbnail while the nerves in my stomach knot tighter.

“How late we talking?” Rogues studies me.

“Over a week, and—”

“And what?” She rolls her eyes impatiently.

“I heard you and him talking today. I know that he hasn’t told his mom about Carly yet. It makes me sure that he’s not ready for this. It’s a pretty big thing to dump on a guy that you’ve just started dating.”

“You and Skid are doing more than dating.” Rogue looks at me like I’m stupid. “Addison, you're fixing him. Every single day since you’ve been here, I’ve gotten a little more of the Skid I used to know back. You’re talking to the wrong person about this, you should be speaking to him.”

“I don’t know how to. I’m so scared he’s gonna freak out. I love him. I don’t want to lose him again.” I hear the desperation in my voice and when all the emotions of the day build back up, I burst into tears.

“You're not gonna lose him.” Rogue sighs, shocking me when the expression on her face changes to something that resembles sympathy. “And trust me, it’s gonna take a lot more than this to freak him out,” she assures me.

“He’s got so much on his mind, Rogue. He’s so frustrated that he can’t get to Abraham. I’m the one that’s put all that on him and now this. I can’t give him more to worry about unless I’m sure.”

“Okay, guess I’m gonna have to handle this.” Rogue picks up her phone and presses it to her ear.

“Wait, what are you doing…?” I suddenly panic that she’s calling him. Rogue is unpredictable. I should never have let this slip.

She holds up her finger to silence me when whoever it is she’s calling answers.

“I need you to go to the drugstore for me.” She grins at me as she gives them her instructions.

“Not that drugstore, silly.” She giggles playfully as she studies the blade of the huge dagger in her hand. “I need a pregnancy test, and make it quick.” She hangs up the phone and picks up a different knife, this one much smaller but equally as sharp.

“Grimm’s on it,” she assures me testing the tip of it with her finger.

“You can’t send him, what if he tells Skid.”

“Grimm ain’t gonna say shit, and if this test comes back positive, you're gonna have to tell Skid anyway,” she points out, reminding me how scary the thought of that is.

* * *

I watch the minutes tick by on the clock that’s hanging on the wall behind Rogue’s head. She doesn’t say much to me, just keeps on sharpening her blades and smiling at me when I look up at her. I can’t stop thinking about Skid and how I just treated him. It was uncalled for, and I hate that right now he’ll be confused and probably worried about where I am.

“I should let Skid know I’m okay.” I stand up.

Suddenly I feel like I don’t want to know the answer myself. If I don’t know I won’t be keeping anything from him.

“Sit back down. I already did.” Rogue gestures her eyes to the chair I was just in. “I told him you had cabin fever and needed a change of space. He thinks we’rehangingout.”

“We are hanging out,” I point out.

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