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I step back from her, remove her touch, and swallow hard before I nod.
I keep my bag in hand and grab my coat before looking at her.
"I don't feel well and have never taken sick leave; I think I will now. I won't be in for the rest of this week!"
She narrows her eyes but doesn't argue with me. I'm sure Axel told her I threatened to sue him and the club for overworking me.
I quickly rush out of the bar and head home, hoping Sophie will be there, but she's not; she's gone to Momma Anderson's, and I'm all alone, so very fucking alone.
Chapter 5
Leah
The next morning I wake up with a start, bile rising in my throat, and I quickly rush to the bathroom I share with Sophie, the pink and purples blending well together on the walls. I lift the purple toilet lid and throw up the bile, heaving with pain as tears fall down my face. I take a few deep breaths before I move my head from the toilet and sit back on the floor when my eyes catch the box of unopened tampons on my side of the counter, and I freeze.
No, I'm not, NO.
My breathing becomes heavier before I place my hand on my stomach, feeling a slight pouch there, and bile comes back into my throat, wanting to come out again.
I made it up just in time.
When I'm only heaving, I flush the toilet before panic rushes through me.
I quickly brush my teeth, then rush to my phone, where I have a message from Dagger and Gunner, and I swallow hard.
Dagger – You didn't come? I thought you were her friend, Leah; I thought you were different from what Razor was saying, but I guess not. Don't bother coming in, and stay away from my woman.
My tears fall as a sob builds up; Cammy caused this.
Gunner – So our friend gets shot and is now in a coma, and Cammy said you walked out on your shift, leaving us in the lurch. I'm sorry, Leah, friend or not. You're on an official warning; something like this happens again, and you'll be fired. I'll give you the letter for your shift on Monday, as you've told her you're taking the rest of the week off sick. This isn't okay, Leah; far from it, the other employees shouldn't have to do your work.
My sobs came out, yet he was okay with me doing their work for five years?
I decided to ignore both messages and get Sarah's office number.
I press call, and Gail, her receptionist, answers after the fourth ring.
"General OBGYN, how may I help you?"
I let out another sob.
"G-Gail, its-its Leah."
She gasps,
"Leah, sweetheart, what's wrong?"
I sniffle, “I-I think I m-may be p-pregnant."
I hear her mutter ‘shit’ before some typing.
She's aware I'm at high risk.
"Alright, sweetheart, come in; Sarah can see you in the next forty minutes."
I sob out a thank you before hanging up, then rush to get dressed. I get a baggy jumper on before some sweats, not caring while I pull my white, blonde hair in a messy bun, some of the blue highlights falling over my face. I quickly grab my bag and keys and lock up, rushing down the stairs towards my crappy car, hoping it doesn't play up tonight.
Yesterday, it just kept winding over and over before it finally started.
