Under The Bridge

I woke up in the morning dreading what I had planned for the day. I had to talk to Brad and I wasn’t sure how things would go, especially considering how excited he was about the prospect of being a dad and the decisions I had come to about our relationship with the past few days of reflection.

Interview With The Author

So, lovely readers. This week is the last week of the absolutely nuts scheduling I have going on. And I only have one post for this week (and it needs to be heavily re-written before I post it on Thursday).

But I was thinking, instead of just not having a post for Tuesday, we could use the time for you guys to ask me questions about the story. There seems to be a lot of confusion with certain characters and story lines and I think that's probably just because the blog has been around for so long and a lot of the confusion regards the older story lines, it's also because I have evolved as a writer since those first posts (or I'd like to think I have!) and the writing isn't as strong nor was I expecting to make this a long-term writing commitment so it wasn't as planned out.

So, in the comments, feel free to ask me your questions. I'll be around to answer them (as long as they don't spoil any future story lines) and even drop some fun facts about old story lines and what I'd originally had planned. I know it sucks a lot when I have to skip posts and you all hate it but I thought this might be a fun compromise to just not having anything at all. You can ask questions about whatever you want; the story, what I do when I'm not writing about Faith's world, the characters, etc.

Also, we will be going to three times a week very soon! And I am almost done with the character index. Expect that next week!

-del

Weightless

It was foggy when Molly and I loaded into her car. I had my pajamas on and felt nervous as we drove toward the clinic. It was about 30 minutes away and when we arrived, we saw the protesters. They had graphic signs and I could hear their muffled screaming through the car windows. I closed my eyes until I felt the car come to a complete stop.

“Ready?” Molly asked looking over at me.

I took a deep breath and nodded before I got out of the car. It was time.

Prepped and Ready

I went to my first appointment on Wednesday and had to listen to a nurse explain what my options were and assure her I wasn’t being forced into anything. I also had to get an ultrasound to verify that I was still pregnant and to determine what kind of abortion I was eligible.

Mind Made

Brad wanted me to come over so we could talk some more about the pregnancy now that time had passed for us to both think about it. My first referral appointment is on Wednesday and I had already decided that I wasn’t going to tell Brad until a few days after my final appointment on Saturday. I just didn’t want him to make it more difficult than it was already going to be. I didn’t really want to talk to Brad about the pregnancy but decided to hear what he had to say, anyway, since we both had time to think about things. I knew there was an almost impossible chance I’d change my mind no matter what he said but when I eventually tell him about the abortion, I want him to at least feel like he got to have his thoughts taken into consideration before it happened.

Waiting

I sat in the doctor’s office twitching my foot nervously. I had just peed in a cup to confirm that I was pregnant, which a nurse took. Molly and I were left in the exam room to wait. It seemed like an eternity had passed when the doctor finally walked in.

She had light brown hair and thick, black glasses that matched her sensible black pumps. She was wearing a wrap dress in a calming blue color.

“Hi, Faith. I’m Dr. Green.”

Choices

I have my doctor’s appointment tomorrow. And I told Molly a few days ago.

Pregnant or Not Pregnant?

I saw the pregnancy test’s result and started crying. Then I heard Brad start crying. When I looked at him, it was with abject horror.

The Thin Red Line?

“Can you close the window?” I asked Brad.

We were sitting on his couch and he was closest to it. The breeze blowing through wasn’t helping my allergies and I was sick of sneezing. And I was getting sick of Brad, too. Every time I tried to talk about something serious, he changed the subject to his new tattoo or to how romantic it was that we told each other we loved each other over a picnic.

Dr. Zoey

“Wow. That seems so….bizarre.” Zoey said after I told her what happened with Brad.

“Right? It’s like I’ve finally seen his true colors or something.”

Brad's a Bust

The show finally closed but Ed has not offered me another job like I thought he would.

He's a Super Freak

“I think we should talk.” I said sitting next to Brad. I had decided that I needed to end our relationship sooner than later and decided to sit him down when he got home from work and do it as quickly as possible.

“Me, too. I wanted to show you this.”

Brad lifted up his shirt’s sleeve to show me a new tattoo he got. My eyes got wide and I felt nervous.

Oops

I blinked at him after he said it and opened my mouth but nothing came out. He kept looking at me expectantly and a long silence stretched between us.

“I love you too.” I squeaked out.

Four Little Words

I got over my double illness just in time for allergy season. Joy. 

Sick

I am sicker than a dog right now, you guys. I think my huge workload has finally taken its toll. I have bronchitis AND strep throat. I can’t miss calling the show (which closes at the end of this month thank God!) but Bruno did give me time off so I can get better (and not infect our customers).