Griffin
There were multiple logical explanations.
That’s what I kept telling myself in order to try and keep an objective mindset. But with the pain coursing through my hand and increased emotions running high, my first thoughts were the most dramatic.
When Jake sent me to the bathroom, I searched the bottom cupboard for alcohol and bandages, where was the most common place to keep them. I found them - along with something else much more worrying.
At first, I didn’t think much of the nondescript plastic bag squeezed in beside the brown bottle of rubbing alcohol. With such a tight fit in the small cupboard, the bag fell out along with the hygienic materials.
That was when I saw the pregnancy test.
I froze. My first thought was, who did it belong to? Jake or Skylar? The most obvious choice was Jake, seeing as he was the one who had sex with me multiple times in the past few weeks. The first time we had used a condom, and the second time Jake said he took a morning-after pill.
But doubt settled upon me, and before it could get any worse, I snatched the receipt from the bag. It had yesterday’s date on it.
I felt dizzy, but the bright red blood dripping down my hand distracted me from my thoughts, bringing me back down to earth for at least a moment while I cleaned up.
I flinched against the sharp sting of rubbing alcohol, then put a bandage on my hand. But when I went to throw out the used cotton swab, something else caught my eye.
A box of morning-after pills.
I stumbled back and stared, completely unsure of what to think. What was going on?
Hesitantly, I reached into the garbage and pulled out the box. My stomach sank. It felt slightly weighty in my fingers, and sure enough, when I pulled out the tray it was entirely full. Not a single pill was missing.
To double check that I wasn’t losing my mind, I cross-referenced the receipt. There were only two items on it - the pregnancy test, and the pills. Both purchased on the same date, just yesterday.
My head swam. I felt like I was going to faint.
I needed an explanation - now.
“Jake? Can you help me out here?” I called, trying to keep the waver out of my voice.
He appeared a moment later with an amused expression that quickly fell when he saw the state of me.
“Are you okay?” Jake asked. “Did you find the alcohol?”
“Yes, but I also found something else.”
“What?”
“Maybe it’s nothing, but maybe you can fill me in, because I don’t know what to think right now,” I said.
“What?” Jake pressed. “Griffin, you’re freaking me out. What - ”
He stopped abruptly when he saw the bag on the floor and put the pieces together. His eyes widened.
“Oh,” he said. “Wait, were you snooping through my things?”
“No,” I replied. “They fell out when I grabbed the alcohol.”
Instantly I could tell Jake was on edge. He shuffled closer, eyeing me warily, then picked up the pregnancy test box. He wrapped it back up in the bag and put it in a different drawer without a word to me. An almost icy tension hung in the air, and I was afraid to be the first one to break it, but it had to be done.
“Is this yours, Jake?” I asked simply.
“What if it is?” he retorted.
Stunned, I stared at him. “What?”
