Chapter 40
Chapter Forty
Evie
Six Weeks Late
Buzz, buzz, buzz…
My phone goes off again with another phone call, and I can’t bring myself to check who it is. It’s one of two people and I can’t face them right now. I just…can’t. I can’t look them in the eyes and tell them that I screwed everything up.
I spent the night curled up in Harper and Xavier’s guest room, thinking back to when this could’ve happened.
My new birth control I started at the beginning of October, and I took it everyday.
I know I did because I always take it when I brush my teeth.
I’ve gotten in a good schedule since I started helping with Shiloh and Hayes.
It was fucking tragic having to wake up that early when I first started. I truly didn’t know how I was going to survive the early mornings. After a couple weeks, I was able to get into a routine and I found myself even waking up early on my days off. So, it was easy to remember when I took my pill.
It was about three in the morning when it finally hit me that I started my new pack at the beginning of October, and a couple weeks later we all had the flu.
Between throwing up after taking the pill, or taking it later than I usually do due to being exhausted.
It must have messed up the effectiveness of the pill.
So when Monty and I had sex Halloween night without a condom, I thought we would be fine.
Clearly, I was wrong.
So very wrong, that here I am now holed up in my best friend's guest bedroom, refusing to see anyone.
Harper forced her way in here to bring me something to eat, but I took one whiff of the bacon and ran to the bathroom to puke up the water that I barely managed to drink before she came into the room.
When I come back to the room, Harper’s staring down at my phone as the screen lights up again with another incoming call.
“They’re calling again.” She points out, “They called while you were in the bathroom too.”
I don’t make eye contact with her as I crawl back into bed and grab my phone, looking at the screen to see more missed calls, and a few text messages.
Since I’m a glutton for punishment, I open up our group chat and read the messages.
Monty: This isn’t funny anymore, Evie. Where are you?
Monty: I called the police station, but they said because you haven’t been missing for twenty four hours that I can’t make a report.
Josie: Monty, I told you not to call them. She’s reading the messages.
Shit. I forgot to shut off my read receipts. Just as I’m about to go to my settings and turn it off another message appears.
Josie: Just tell us you’re okay, Sweets. If you need a break or need space we’ll give it to you, but it’s killing us not knowing if you’re okay.
My eyes blur with unshed tears, and I quickly type out a reply and send without talking myself out of it.
Evie: I’m okay. I need space. Please forgive me.
As soon as I hit send, I power down my phone and crumple under the blankets and cry.