Teacher's Girl (Aflyingwhale)

Chapter 50: Exit Strategy 

IAN’s POV : 

"Emma! Emma!"

I yelled her name a few more times but she wasn’t responding and the line went dead.

"Shit!" I cursed as my fingers frantically called her again.

She had turned off the phone.

It didn’t even ring.

"I know you don’t want it and I’m sorry, but this is a choice that I have to make on my own,"

Her words were ringing in my head.

What the hell was that supposed to mean? Was she seriously not gonna do the procedure? Not waiting for a second more, I grabbed my keys and headed out the door.

She didn't tell me which clinic she was in, but I figured there weren't that many abortion clinics around.

I'd go to every one of them to find her if that’s what it takes.

I have to see her.

She was upset and scared, I got it.

I also didn’t like the way we ended things last night.

But literally, she came over and just dropped a bomb at me.

What was I supposed to do?  

"I'm...pregnant,"she said in an almost whisper.

For a split second, I thought she was kidding.

But god no, she wasn't.

That look in her face said it all.

And her eyes too.

They were swollen as if she had been crying alot.  When it finally hit me that she wasn't joking, I was hit a wave of emotions.

Everything from denial to anger, happiness, and confusion.

I never thought much about having a kid.

And why should I? I was only twenty-four years old for crying out loud.

And Emma was only a high school kid.

And the fact that I was still her teacher was another damn thing.

If word got out that I was the father of her baby, I would not only lose my job but I would also go to jail.

We were definitely not ready and far too young for this kind of ordeal.

We weren't settled enough in life to take on this role and this would change everything.

All her dreams and our plans for the future, it would all go down the drain.

And for what? For a little, living, breathing thing.

Okay, honestly, if the circumstances were different, I might have been the happiest man alive.

Emma was the girl of my dreams, the one person I ever truly loved and cared for.

If I were to end up with anyone in this world, it would be her.

She was my other half, and I would want her to be the mother of my child.  My mind was still racing with thoughts of Emma as my car raced through town.

I kept trying to call her again, but it was useless.

"Fuck!"

and hit the

handled

with

Where are you, baby girl? I need to see you right now! My tired eyes scanned the road for any sign

tired, angry, and confused all

wink of sleep last

closed my eyes, all I

if it was imagination or if I was lucid dreaming, but I saw her standing in front

was beautiful, of course, but her stomach had

be okay,"

baby.We're not ready,"I

ours.We can’t

a baby, Emma.It's not

me as if I was stupid. 

found out

one has to know.Graduation is only five months away and we're gonna get out of

gonna change everything, all our plans, all

my dream now," she said simply, ending

hand and placed it on her

I touched her there,

caught in my throat as soon

that?"she smiled

"That's ours,"

"Ours..."

I repeated after her.

was a dream that would haunt

when I awoke from that dream last night, and I couldn't close my eyes again

sweet, sure, but dreams were dreams for

weren't logical and

gave away here future to raise

How did I let this happen? I had

made a mistake, we slipped up, and

what if she’s really not gonna go through with the abortion? I couldn't let that

to talk her

some sense into her, she would know that I

tried calling her again and I even sent a few text messages,

at the first clinic

through the door and frantically

were no signs of Emma

me,

still running so I could dash to the next location in a

minutes later, I arrived in

was a smaller clinic and it

was a girl called Emma in here

counter in anger and that scared her a

manners

around town for almost

clinics in total and there

any information if a girl called Emma was

about patient privacy

Fuck that shit.

town over and I wondered if

other choice but to go over there

spent the next hour driving again, but when I reached the

mad

in anger,

still sore and raw from

and angry last night, I was punching the wall in

issue that I

also did it because I wanted to prove a point

a broken guy who had no

phone again and

hand and it

didn’t understand what

she mad because I got her into this mess? Or was it because I was trying to

what was best

she must be so

her, I would wrap her in my arms and tell her everything's gonna

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