The pregnancy story

I get out of my truck, my head pounds. I rub my eyes. I stayed in the student parking lot tell my drunkiness wheres off. I left as soon as the dismissal bell rang. I walk inside my house throwing my keys in the key bowl, it makes a loud clanging sound. "fuck I shouldn't have done that." I say as I rub my temples. someone clears there throat.
"so you decided not to go to school today?" chris ask comly. I bite my lip ring.
"i did but....." my voice trails off.
"but what?"
"chris I-" he cuts me off.
"lana, how hard is it to go to school?" he half yelled.
"i was at school." I defended.
"really? cause I got a call from the office today saying you didn't." he yells.
"chris please stop yelling, your making my head hurt." he laughs.
"so your drinking again?" my eyes widen, not realizing what I said.
"I-I-I....just.... a little." I look at my shoes.
"look at me!"
"i cant." I whisper. I see his black boots get closer to me. he lifts up my chin to meet his glare.
"tell me everything right now." he demanded. I sigh.
"i woke up and filled a water bottle up with vodka and alan told me I couldn't go to class drunk so I ditched." tears line my lower lash line and no emotion comes off chris' white face. he brushes his long black hair behind his ear.
"that's it, your going back." he says picking up his phone.
"no! your not sending me back!" I scream.
"yes I am. your drinking and cutting again." my face goes whiter than his.
"who told you that?"
"don't worry about it, pack up your things. a week or two will do you good." I start crying.
"you cant send me away again." he dials the number and makes arrangements on the phone with someone as he crys.
"lana, they don't want to send you to rehab....they want to send you to a 'special hospital'. there on their way."
"no chris! im not crazy! I don't belong there." I plied with no avail. about 10 minutes later a begging theres a knock on the door. chris gets up and opens it.
"lana cerulli?"
"right this way." he points to me and they come in.
"no." I whisper to myself. one of them grabs my arm and trys to pull me out but I bite him instead. he yelps in pain and lets go. I try to run but the other one bear hugs me from behind. I start to kick and scream and beg. I dig my nails into his arms. chris stands on the side lines crying. I kick the guy in the shin and he falls to the floor releasing me. the guy I bit before shoves something into my arm. I scream. I watch him pull it out and its a long needle. fuckers. I guess It was to calm me down cause seconds later my body goes numb. one of them picks me up and I look at chris with such hate.
"im sorry." he chokes out.
"i hate you."

Notes

yay! who saw that coming? I wish I could but the winking emoji or the white girl emoji with her hand out. but yea... what do yall think???? plz rate and comment.

title credit: the depths: of mice and men