TITLE: WHERE THE WATER FALLS
GENRE: YA Contemporary
The condom must’ve broke.
Her words, not mine.
Her being Mckinley, or Mick as I’ve called her for as long as I can remember. We’ve been the best of friends since the two of us were the same pudgy height and tromped around in dirty diapers, which practically makes us sisters. And together, we were always known by the masses as Mick and Mack, because of my last name being McIntyre and her first name being, well, Mckinley.
Scratch that. Mick was my best friend, up until five minutes ago.
Which brings us to now.
Me clutching my stomach, about ready to hurl at what she’s just told me. And Mick, clutching her stomach for an entirely different reason, but no doubt, also wanting to hurl. You see, with words like ‘ the condom must’ve broke’ it doesn’t leave much to the imagination. Especially when the said condom was used with my boyfriend.
A million different thoughts, curse words, insults, and questions race through my mind and threaten to spew from my lips, which I'm sure isn't helping my urge to vomit. But I only stand there - like always - as if lacking the ability to speak.
“Mack, please say something." By her tone alone, I can tell she’s on the verge of begging. And I’ve already realized I can't even look at her, without this foul, metallic-bitter taste coursing through my mouth. Instead, I stare at her shifting feet that hop back and forth as if the ground is too hot to stay in one place.