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 steering

should have handled the

with her

was there, maybe she wouldn't this scared.  Where are you, baby girl? I need to see you right now! My tired eyes scanned the road for

and confused

couldn’t get a wink of

closed my eyes, all I saw was this image

imagination or if I was

was beautiful, of course, but her stomach

be okay,"

a baby.We're not ready,"I replied

it’s ours.We can’t

a baby, Emma.It's

me as if I was

people found out about

only five months away and we're gonna get out of

It’s gonna change everything, all our plans, all our

dream now," she said simply, ending

hand and placed it on her grown

reluctant at first, but when I touched her there, I felt a kick under

caught in my throat as soon as I felt

feel that?"she smiled

"That's ours,"

"Ours..."

I repeated after her.

dream that would

cold sweats when I awoke from that dream last

sure, but dreams

logical and

let Emma gave

I be so stupid? How did I let

never asked questions.She made a mistake, we slipped up, and now we had to deal

through with the abortion? I couldn't let

to talk her

talk some sense into her, she would know that

I even sent a few text messages, but there

finally arrived at the first clinic on my

door and

of Emma or

me, I turned around quickly and

still running so I could dash

minutes later, I arrived in

clinic and

a girl called Emma in

counter in anger and that scared her a

my manners at this

driving around town for almost two

had been to three clinics in total

last clinic refused to give me any information if a girl called

patient

Fuck that shit.

over and I wondered if she

to go over there and

reached

mad at

in anger, and I felt

were still sore and

I was punching the wall in front

issue that I had to deal with all

I wanted to prove

was just a broken guy who had no

calling Emma's phone again and it was still

phone fall out of my hand and it landed on the seat next to

understand what was

this mess? Or was it because I was trying to be the logical adult in

wanted what was best

she must

I could see her, I would wrap her in my

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