The Day It Ended
Part3
"Actions speak louder than words, Wesley, and I remember what you did!" I would simply not believe him when he tells me it wasn't him that made me pregnant. And even if it wasn't him, was he suggesting he knew who it was? Who else was there that tragic night?
I think I'd remember if I hooked up with somebody, especially after what happened last time. If I get another abortion it'll be the Philip incident all over again. Wesley was different, he used to make me feel safe but I just wasn't sure what to think anymore.
There was was a long pause that could have lasted the entire night until I said,
"I want you to tell me everything that happened that night"
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He told me everything. And I wrote it all down in my journal.
"After I pressed you against the tree, it all just kind of fell into place. Your the missing puzzle piece in my life. And I just want you to know that, Irene. I led you inside where we would at least get some privacy. It was a fantastic night but it is something I'll regret. Forever. You weren't easy to please and I know that hopefully, somewhere in you're heart you'll forgive me. The baby will receive nothing but love and care from a perfect family. And that's the truth."
I hung up after that.
After he tried calling back about 9 times, I had decided he deserved my answer. I called him back to explain.
"I-I respect what you've told me and trust that it's true. But we both have to be completely honest about everything here. I'm getting an abortion."
"How? What?"
"My decision is final and I'm the mother. You can't stop me. And one thing is for sure. Our parents do not find out about this, you have to promise me with all the hope you can give."
"I can promise that, even if I don't except it"
And with that, I hung up a slipped my journal underneath my pillow, kissed my teddybear, and said goodnight to the stars above my roof. If Wesley and I aren't going to be together, I'm not sure how my future would unravel.
I grabbed my phone from my desk drawer beside my bed. I slid it open and and sent one last text message to Wesley. "It's over. I'm sorry we aren't going to be able to continue from here on."
And that's when the day, June 12th summer of 2011 was declared, the day it ended.