A Dead Flame Part 1

                                         *Frank P.O.V*

Pregnant.  I didn’t even know it was possible for a man to get pregnant without certain surgeries, but here I was, pregnant.  I had been getting sick every morning for a month, my stomach has been getting somewhat bigger, and I had…well made love to a man.

His name is Gerard.  We had fallen head over heels for each other about four months ago.   About two weeks ago we realized that we had to go our separate ways.  He was going to an art school in New York and I was going to England for a month to help my sick Aunt.  We decided we might get back together after it was all over but nothing was solid.  

Here I am, sitting on the bathroom counter, pregnancy test in hand.  Staring at that horrific plus sign.  I couldn’t even react.  I was frozen.  I was a fifteen years old boy and I was pregnant, the father being an eighteen year old drug addict.  Another reason we had split up, his undying need for drugs, any drugs.  Whatever he could get his hands on, anything to get him high.  

My mother knocked on the door.  I jumped, now awaking from my thoughts, noticing a tear had slid down my cheek.  I fought to control my voice, “W-What?”  “Are you almost done in there?”  His mother’s voice rang through the door.  I quickly hopped off the counter and grabbed up the test and its box.  I shoved it deep into my pocket and exited the exited the bathroom.  I quickly ran up to my room. ‘What am I going to do?’  I saw my cell phone.  I opened it, nine missed calls, all from Gerard.  

Alright.  I haven’t told the truth.  Well, sort of.  Gerard is going to art school and I’m going to England, but it’s not why we broke up.  About two weeks ago I had went to Gerard’s house for his birthday.  I found him in his room…having sex with a girl…my cousin.  Basically my sister.  They have met a few times at family activities and such, when Gerard came along to keep me company.   

Since then I haven’t seen Gerard.  I had run out.  Gerard didn’t even call after me.  Just a loud moan followed me up the stairs.  He calls….around thirty times a day, but I never answer my phone when I know it’s him.  As the visions of Gerard being rode by my cousin filled my head my phone rang again, Gerard.  I ignored the call.  After a minute I called the woman’s center down in town.  

A sweet sounding receptionist answered the phone. “I’d like to schedule an appointment.”  “Alright for whom?”  “Me,” I replied my throat growing dry.  The voice sounded a little confused, “This is a woman’s center.”  I so stupid.  “Yes, well. I’m a…man…and,” God suicide sounds so much easier, “I know this sounds impossible but I took a test about a month after having sex with…,” I close my eyes having to think about him out loud, “my boyfriend and it says I’m pregnant.  I was hoping to schedule and appointment to be certain.”  The woman took a moment to reply, “Well alright.  What time?”  I cleared my throat, “Th-three o’clock tomorrow?”  “Well alright I’ll see you then Mr.…?”  “Iero,” I responded.  “Alright.  Goodbye.”  

I sat back on the bed praying that it wouldn’t be true.  Tomorrow I would know