"What's wrong?" Sebastian winced with the cold pack on his crotch. He could hardly stand it, but he didn't want to think about the zipper, either.
"Nothing." Except, Anita looked worried.
"Can you stop being a bitch for one second and tell me what's going on?" He gave her a serious glare. He could see her crumbling. "It couldn't be that bad."
"But it is." She winced. "You'll hate me."
"We do that so well, already. Now don't we?" He gritted in pain once more.
"I think I need an abortion." She said matter of fact.
He heard the word, so foreign and yet cruel.
"All right." He sighed. "That would probably be for the best."
"Its-Its yours." She said so quietly.
"Yeah, right." He didn't believe her.
"But it is." She nodded as if she were certain.
"We used a condom." If only he'd had one on when it got stuck in the zipper. It made him squeamish to think on it. But what she talking about, he had to be right.
"I know, but it doesn't mean they are completely durable, some of the time. " She looked at him as if she were scared, and this was real, what she was about to do.
"And you've been a right nutter as of late. How's a babe gotta chance in that womb of yours, aye? You're pure torture on any of us. As if you'd give a damn about anything." He was cross about this. "Look, I'll go with you. Finish it, if you must." Sebastian told her. He'd get himself together. Make an effort this time. After all, they were doing a fine job of hating each other.
Let's get lost
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