Paternity Test

Milly

I was numb. I couldn't believe I was pregnant. Not only was I pregnant, but I had no clue who the father was. I can't deal with this shit right now. Getting back to their home was like a haze, the rest was like a bad fucking dream, no it was more like a nightmare.

I'm not even sure when the car stopped outside the house or if one day I even got out of the car. It was like I was on autopilot and had no idea of my surroundings until we entered the house and Daniel spoke, snapping me out of my haze. “We all need to talk about this. We can't push it under the carpet. Not this time.”

“I don't feel good. I'm going to lie down.”

Daniel looked at me. “We need to decide what to do, Milly.”

“Tomorrow I need to be alone.”

“Mil,” he said as I walked away.

Going up the stairs to the room I used to sleep in, not caring if he joined me or not later. I needed time alone to process all of this shit.

I shut the door behind me and walked jelly-legged over to the bed and collapsed on it. Maybe tomo