This request made me groan, for when a person is sleeping, all pain is forgotten until deemed awake to the harsh reality of life again. Even Taylor's smile beaming down on me couldn't cure my ailment. The room was dim with grey evening light. "Where are they?" I groggily asked him. "Your parents? Er, I mean the Phillips?" he corrected himself. I nodded, yawning and then stretching on the bed. "They just let me in a couple minutes ago. They were on their way out somewhere," he informed me. I sleepily nodded again. "You don't look so great. Feelin' ok?" his hand felt like an ice cube against my flushed face. This time I shook my head "no" in response. He moved all the way onto the bed and leaned into me, "What's the matter?" I sighed heavily, letting my fingers trace the stitching of his pantleg, "I went to the doctor today...and she thinks I'm pregnant..by you." Taylor shut his eyes and swallowed hard. "But you don't know for sure if you are or not, right?" he wanted to know. "Right," I told him quietly. He laid down next to me buried his face at my neck. "I'm so stupid...why didn't I wear a condom..," he mumbled his regrets into my shirt. "It was my fault..I told you not to wear one, and remember, it's not certain just yet," I softly reminded him, and then led my lips to his. But he was unresponsive to my kiss, and soon pulled away. I frowned at him, "I'm gonna go out and get something...then we'll know for sure by tonight."
"A plus...it's a plus," I breathed to myself. "God dammit." I punched the bathroom wall and then threw the plastic indicator into the trash in disgust. Taylor sat on the counter accross from me in silence. "C'mere," he approached me in attempt to put his arms around me. But I backed away from his embrace, and collapsed to sit on the toilet with my head in my hands. "I'll get rid of it if you want me to," I told him, staring at the white tiled floor. "No!" he was suddenly upset. "There's is a part of me and a part of you together and growing. What you have inside of you isn't an 'it'. There's a life in you. Don't ever say things like that." I shut my eyes and let out a set of intense whimpers and sighs. Dammit, Sidney. Don't cry, be strong. But it was too late. Hot tears streamed down my cheeks, making me turn away from Taylor in shame. My life was developing into a soap opera in front of my own eyes, only adding to my frustration. Had I no control of it? Did I ever have control of it? These thoughts became a blur in my mind as Taylor pulled me into his comforting stronghold.