angelina johnson is just a little bitter. (notangelic) wrote in may02, @ 2010-12-20 23:44:00 |
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Angelina was finding life just a bit surreal at the moment. She supposed, it was probably the fact that in the week since Katie found her in the bathroom, she’d postponed actually visiting a Healer while trying to pretend to be completely 100% in case Katie was looking for an evidence otherwise. Or maybe it was the fact that once she’d actually gone to see a Healer a couple of days ago, she'd had to avoid everyone who might know her mum; the last thing she wanted to deal with at this point in time of the messed up events that were currently shaping life for her was her mum’s opinion on the matter. In her hands was a piece of parchment that said almost exactly what she’d been afraid it might; she was most definitely pregnant. Her immediate reaction was to ball up the paper and toss it away as she tried to be calm about this. All right, so, she was pregnant. She’d be fine, though, wouldn’t she? She supposed, the fact that she'd received that owl yesterday and had just worked up the nerve to open it spoke volumes on that. Even without that, however, she'd doubted that, but that had much more to do with the fact that she didn’t want to be pregnant. Hadn’t planned to be pregnant, and the very idea of admitting that out loud to anyone -- especially to tell George -- scared her shitless. But she’d be damned if she had to figure what to do by herself. It wasn’t as if she’d gotten herself up the duff, now was it? That thought had been constant on her mind for hours, even at the moment as she was supposed to be trying to sleep, and it had certainly been what had forced her to finally climb out of bed and grab the closest pair of pajama pants she could find, a pair of shoes, and her coat. Less than ten minutes later and she was banging on George’s front door. She had to do it while she still had the state of mind to, and if that meant she had to wake him up to do so, then so be it. |