Broken Dreams (Broken #2)(44)
Author: Kelly Elliott

“Oh, thank God. Court, you never told your parents? Why?”

“I don’t know. Guilt…or mostly embarrassment because I let someone do that to me. If I had known then what I know now, I would have screamed for my father that night, but I didn’t know any better, and I can’t turn back time. I think I’m slowly starting to realize that it wasn’t my fault and that I didn’t do anything wrong.”

Whitley let out a gasp. “No, you didn’t! It was all him, Court. He took advantage of you. I wish you had shot his ass. I never did like that prick.”

We both started laughing, and I needed to move us on to another subject.

“I’m getting married tomorrow. I want to focus on the future and not the past.” I reached into my purse and pulled out two pregnancy tests.

Whitley’s eyes grew bigger.

I laughed. “Don’t even go there. My silly mother wants me to take a pregnancy test to prove that I’m not pregnant, but…” I wiggled my eyebrows up and down.

Whitley let out a giggle. “You are so mean. You want me to pee on one, don’t you?” she asked as she stood up.

I laughed my evil laugh as I stood, and we hooked arms on the way to the restroom.

I set the tests down on the counter and opened one. I took a picture of it and sent it to my mother.

Courtney: Taking the test, Mother. I hope this proves to you that I’m NOT pregnant!

Mom: How do I know it’s you peeing on the test?

Courtney: Do you really want to go there, Mom? I’ll film myself pissing on a stick if you really want me to.

Mom: No. I raised you right. I trust you.

I rolled my eyes and made my way into the stall. “You go on the other test,” I said as I shut the door.

“But I don’t have to pee. I just went,” Whitley said.

“Seriously, Whit? You’ve had to pee all night! And the one time I need you to pee, you can’t?”

She let out a giggle. “Sorry. Maybe if I run the water.”

She turned on the water, and I began peeing on the stick. I couldn’t believe my mother thought I was rushing to get married because I was pregnant. I pulled out some toilet paper and set the test down, and then I began pulling up my pants.

“I think the water is making me want to go,” Whitley said.

I smiled as I went to reach for the test. My hand stopped just short of it. Why are there two lines? My heart began pounding so loud that it was hurting my ears.

“Okay, I’ve got to go now,” Whitley said.

I grabbed the test and threw open the stall door. “Stop! Don’t use that test!” I screamed.

Whitley froze in place as I walked up to her, and I grabbed it out of her hand before going back into the stall.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I don’t have to pee anymore.

“Turn on the water! Make it warm!” I yelled out.

“Um…okay. But why warm?” Whitley asked.

I let out a sigh and said, “Gesh, Whitley, everyone knows warm water makes you want to pee.” My hand was shaking so bad that I could hardly hold the test. I looked at the other test. Yep, still two lines.

“Uh…I hate to be the one to break it to you, Court, but that only works if you actually stick your hand in the warm water.”

I looked around and made a face. “Shit, that’s right.”

Once Whitley turned on the water, I willed myself to pee.

“Oh! Yes! Oh, yes, yes, yes!” I screamed out.

Then, someone other than Whitley said, “Well, I never.”

“Oh no. Oh no, ma’am, she’s alone. Wait! I mean, it’s not what you think!” Whitley said as she called out to the lady.

I heard Whitley’s footsteps moving closer to the door.

“Whitley! Don’t leave.”

I opened the stall door, and Whitley was laughing so hard that she could hardly breathe.

“Oh. My. God. She thought…she thought…”

I gave her a fake smile. “She thought I was masturbating. Ha-ha.”

Whitley finally got herself under control and looked at me. Her smile faded. “What? What’s wrong, Court?”

I swallowed hard. “Nothing will be wrong if you tell me two lines means not pregnant.”

Whitley grabbed the box. “Um…nope. Sorry, I’m pretty sure that two lines means preg—” Her head snapped up, and she looked at me.

I held up both tests for her to see. Her mouth dropped open, and we both just stood there, staring at each other.

When someone walked in, Whitley yelled, “Out! You can’t be in here!”

The poor lady quickly turned and walked out.

“Whitley! Why did you tell her to leave?” I asked.

Whit shook her head as if she was trying to clear her thoughts. “Where did you buy the tests?”

Why does she want to know that? Oh…

“The lobby store,” I barely whispered.

Whitley turned and walked out of the restroom. I paced back and forth until she finally came back, carrying two bags. She dumped the contents of one bag out into one of the sinks.

I looked into the sink and then back at Whitley. “Six? You bought six pregnancy tests?”

She shrugged her shoulders, handed me a bottle of water, and began to open one of the tests. I downed the water and then began drinking another bottle.

“I have an idea. Open a few. That way, if I start peeing, I can try to stick as many as possible under the stream.” I drank half of another bottle of water.

We placed a bunch of paper towels on the floor of one of the stalls and lined up all six tests. Every time someone came in, we blocked that stall.

Then, it hit me. “Shit! I have to go.”

Whitley pushed me into the stall, and I jumped over the tests.

I pulled my pants and panties down and went to town. “Ah shit, I pissed on my hand! Ew…gross!” I yelled out.

Whitley started laughing. “Just go fast. Get them all under the stream. You can wash your hands when you’re done.”

After I placed the last test down on the paper towel, I sat there and watched as each test came up with the same result. All six of them had double lines.

Whitley knocked on the stall door. “Court?”

I stood up, slowly pulled up my panties and pants, flushed the toilet, and gathered up my collection of pregnancy tests.

When I opened the door, Whitley was smiling from ear to ear. “Welcome to the club.”

“Court, you really need to eat, honey,” Whitley said.

I looked up at her and tried to smile.

“I mean, you’re eating for two now.”