iKirst

She knew before the strip had turned blue. She had known since the night conception. She could feel the tiny life growing deep within her, part of her, and she also knew it could never be. Before any words were uttered the tiny being was doomed.

Krista threw the pregnancy test across the bed as the blood drained from her face. She looked at Darian, waiting for a reaction. He had already known too.

“I can’t be a father, I’m too young and I don’t want that kind of responsibility”.

Krista was dumfounded. She looked away as she fought the tears welling up in her eyes.

“I’m only 20, I can’t do it. It’s me or the baby”.

Krista’s heart dropped, her hands cradled her face as it withered in pain. She tried to close her eyes as tightly as she could to stop the oncoming tears. She already knew what she had to do. She loved Darian too much to walk away. She was 28 and had been through too much with him to let this come between them.

“I have no option, you’ve taken that away from me. I’ll make an appointment with the doctor in the morning. Will you come?”
“I can’t, I can’t take the time off work, I’ll lose my job”.

Krista should have seen this as a sign. She should have known his idle promise’s of forever and always were just that, idle. But she believed in him. For god’s sake, she loved him like she had never loved anyone. And she would do everything she could to make him happy.

They had only been back together for a month. The pregnancy was a complete accident, and all precautions taken after the fact failed.

—————————————-

From the moment they had met, they were inseparable. Krista had never felt so strongly about anyone before. She now understood why all her friends had been trying to get her to meet Darian for months. Several times she had been visiting with Dave, only to be informed that she had just missed Darian. Darian had likewise been told the same thing.

“So? I don’t even know him, why would I be interested in meeting him?”
“He has a GTO”
“You think I base my attractions on what car a person drives? I don’t even like GTO’s! I think they are wanky and poserish! Find me a guy with a V8 Mustang, then we may have something to build on”

A cheeky smile showed only in Krista’s hazel eyes.

“You’ll see” Dave grinned.

Krista had met Dave, along with a whole band of friends a year back. To escape an abusive relationship she had focused her spare time towards internet chatrooms. Darian was also in the same chatrooms, but she barely knew him. She had probably conversed with him for little more than a couple of minutes, and that was months ago.

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