11-Gone

A week went by, I was pacing in my room. I didn't know if I should inform James about the pregnancy. I haven't even told Emma about it.

"I think you should tell him. He deserves to know." My mom told me.

"I think so too." I sighed.

"I'll drive you there."

I followed her to the car and she drove us to their house. We got out and knocked on their door. Mr. Jacobs greeted us.

"Nice to see you Misty."

"And I'm guessing, you're Mrs. Hawthorne?" He said as they shook hands. "Nice to meet you"

"Likewise."

He motioned us to come inside. "Emma is taking a shower and will come out soon."

"I actually want to talk to James." I told him. He just sighed.

"James, left two days ago. He left his phone behind."

"H- he left." I cried. "Is there any way to contact him?"

"Unfortunately, no. when we went to his room, he was gone. He just left a letter telling us he needed to get away from here.

"I- I can't breathe." I passed out.

"That was a good sho-" She stopped when she saw me being carried to the couch