Blair （Eighteen Years Old）
Blair
(eighteen years old)
“He’s going to come,” I muttered under my breath to Cassidy, while staring at the glass front door.
“You’re probably right. I’m sure he got lost.” She gripped my hand tight in hers. “Vancouver’s pretty overwhelming for those of us who never leave Wells Canyon.”
“I got so lost trying to find my classes at first.” I used my free hand to keep my knee from anxiously bouncing into another dimension. “We haven’t talked since he showed up at my place. I just…Cass, I don’t know what to do.”
“Well, that seems like a question you maybe should’ve asked before we came to your abortion appointment, but…”
“No, I know I need to do this. I’m in no place to have a baby. Especially since Denver and I aren’t in a good place rightnow.” I glanced over at the door again. “I don’t know how to handle us. I don’t know if we can ever come back from this.”
“You will. I may have zero dating experience, but I know you two are the real deal. Everyone in town knows it.”
Suddenly a nurse called my name from the swinging double doors.
“Oh, um. Can we wait another minute? I’m waiting for somebody.”
The middle-aged woman gave me an earnest smile. “Honey, your appointment was supposed to be twenty minutes ago…we can’t keep waiting, unfortunately. I’m sure whoever you’re waiting for will be right here when you get back.”
Cassidy let go of my hand with a nod. “I’ll stay right here in this chair, so he won’t panic when he gets here and you’re gone.”
Blinking back tears, I turned to follow the nurse, leaving my best friend and the baby-poop-yellow waiting room behind.
When the procedure was over, so was any chance of fixing Denver and me. Without explanation, the one person I’d always felt safe relying on— trusting —didn’t show up when I needed him more than ever before.