three

Corey's POV.

It's been weeks since the incident with the stranger at the pub. I cashed out all my savings and paid for a crappy apartment that one of my friends had managed to help me find. I spent the rest of my days searching for a job, I needed to get back on my feet.

True to his words, Ryan called off the wedding and after I snuck out of the stranger's bed, I returned to find my things on the front porch and he had changed the locks. I moved out quietly, I didn't want to embarrass myself further. So for the past few days, I had been carrying about the scar from that day, putting on a smile as if nothing had happened but deep down I was burning with rage and deep pain from the scar of my boyfriend and best friend about to get wedded.

I felt sad that the future I had imagined for myself had been shattered in an instant. I didn't know what the future held for me anymore, but I knew that I would never let anyone take advantage of me again. So I stuck to myself, avoiding men and avoiding friends.

For two days now, I haven't been able to go out to search for jobs, I just didn't feel well so I stayed indoors searching the internet for anything that I could find. Natasha, my friend from work, decided to check up on me. She was the one that helped me get the apartment and still hung out with me even when I got fired although I tried my best to keep her at arm's length and to prevent her from thinking we were already close friends, what my best friend and Ryan did to me is still very fresh in my memory so I am not ready to trust anyone just yet.

My doorbell rang and I dragged myself out of bed to answer it, I found Natasha at the door holding up a box of pizza. I left the door open for her and returned inside, she slammed it shut and followed me.

"Jeez Corey, you look terrible." She cried out, dropping the pizza box on the center table as she rushed over to place her hand on my forehead, feeling for my temperature.

"Since when did you become a doctor?" I hissed, slapping her hand away jovially.

"Since now!" She replied with a mock grin. "Now stay still." Her hand went back to my forehead, she shrank back immediately as if she had just touched fire or something hot. "You should see a doctor, your body's temperature is high."

"I thought you were one?" I raised an eyebrow at her but she didn't laugh, she just stared back at me with a serious expression. "Alright! Alright! I would take some meds." I said, sinking deeper into the couch in defeat.

"You shouldn't be taking meds by yourself." Her brows creased with worry.

"So what would you have me do?" I threw my hands up, exasperated.

"Let's go to the hospital." She suggested with a smile.

"Hell No!" I protested immediately.

"Oh come on! It would be nice for you to walk around for a bit." She said, sounding very convincing. At the end of the argument, she had forced me to put on some clothes and dragged me out of the apartment building.

At the hospital, after talking to the doctor, he called in a nurse who took some samples that they could use to run some tests and they told us to wait. Natasha and I waited in the lobby for what felt like hours, she bought some hotdogs from the hotdog stand outside. We ate and played around for a while until the nurse returned and led us to the doctor's office.

"Please sit." The doctor said, ushering us into the available chairs in front of him. Natasha and I sat down, I didn't like the look on his face one bit.

"Due to the results in front of me, we have concluded that there is nothing wrong with you so we decided to run some other tests that we thought would have some news for us and now the results are out..." I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, I felt like he had some bad news for me. The doctor paused for a while and continued, "Miss Corey, with the results in my hands, I am pleased to inform you that you're three weeks pregnant."

"What!" Natasha and I cried out in unison, both surprised. The doctor handed a brown envelope to Natasha who stretched out her hand and took it robotically.

"What... What are you talking about?" I stammered as I blinked my eyes rapidly at the doctor.

"I think you're the best person to answer that question." He winked at me but I couldn't understand what he was saying, did he just say that I am pregnant?

It suddenly felt like the room was spinning, a loud screeching noise erupted in my head.

"Corey! Corey!" Natasha called out, shaking me out of my thoughts. "We should leave now." She said, I looked up at the doctor who was staring at me as if I would faint any minute. Natasha grabbed my hand and lifted me, we didn't say anything until we were standing outside.

"Pregnant! Corey, you're pregnant!" She whispered softly as if she was still struggling to believe it. "Who is the father?" She asked, it was at that moment that my mind zoomed off, it couldn't be for Ryan, it's been more than three weeks since we last had sex. My eyes widened in shock,

"The stranger!" I cried out as goosebumps sprang up all over my body.

"What? What did you just say?" Natasha asked, looking at my face confused.

I looked at her but couldn't bring myself to say the words, I didn't know how to explain. I pulled my hand free from her grasp and hurried towards the car,

"Hey! Where are you going?" Natasha called after me but I wasn't listening.