Chapter Thirty-Five
Marisa
“Kill For You”- Skylar Grey, Eminem
Isleptmost of the drive home. I guess killing someone takes more out of you than you’d think. Justin dropped me off a little over an hour ago, and I went straight to the drugstore to buy a pregnancy test. The lady behind the register smiled and told me “Good luck”. I thought that was cute. And here I sit, pissing on a stick, my heart all a flutter in my chest. I lay the test on the counter, pull my pants up, and flush the toilet, and I wait. I sit on the edge of my tub and think about the reaction Justin will have when I tell him. I think about how I should tell him. I should be emotional, upset, concerned because I don’t want him to think I did this on purpose, just like I didn’t dare want him to know I climbed out of our hotel window and through Tori-fucking-Davis’ window. I was only going to talk to her. To tell her that what Justin and I haveisspecial. It wasn’t my fault she was in the bathtub. It wasn’t my fault she started screaming and wouldn’t stop. I was afraid that someone would come in and see me, then what would Justin think? I had to make her stop. I had to hold her under the water until she stopped thrashing, because I wouldn’t want Justin to think I am crazy. He wouldn’t understand that I did it for him. For... I glance at the test: two purple lines... for us. I did it forus.
I can’t help but smile when I toss the test into the trashcan. I leave the bathroom, floating on air as I pass by the one bedroom in my upscale apartment. One bedroom. Well, we’ll just have to move, although I do hate to think about selling this apartment, but really, me and Justin should go ahead and move in together. It’s the perfect progression anyway. We can buy a house on the Upper East Side with three bedrooms, because, after all, we’ll have atleasttwo children. I walk into the living room, telling myself it only makes sense as I grab my computer, open the browser, and type in the real estate website.$650,00 – $1,000,000.That seems reasonable, I mean, after all, Justin is a#1 New York TimesBestseller and I do still have over a million dollars in my bank account.
Hundreds of listings populate, and I click on the three-bedroom apartment with the spectacular view of the Manhattan Bridge. We can’t raise this precious little bundle in a shack. And besides, we must have a beautiful backdrop for all our selfies and Family Fun Night pictures we’ll be uploading to social media.#AuthorsOfInstagram #PerfectLittleFamily #PicturePerfect #RealLifeLoveStoryWithSurprisePregancy.
I’ve just clicked on the picture of the updated kitchen with the shiny granite countertops when my messenger dings.
Ed: I’ll be in NYC in three weeks. We should meet up for coffee.
I smile. I say sure. And I keep browsing apartments. Giddy. I’m giddy in love, with Justin Wild’s tiny little baby growing inside of me.
