Chapter Thirteen Whitney: A lump burned in my throat as the door slammed shut behind Teresa. Tears I didn't know were there flowed freely down my cheeks and I sobbed silently as I made my way and fell into one of the kitchen chairs. I buried my head in my arms and cried until I was gasping for air and slightly shaking. I stood again as I wiped at my predictidly red face. I tossed the rags into the sink, a good place to sit until I took care of them later.    I stood at the counter, recalling what all just happened. I felt horrible. I wanted to crawl into bed and sleep and never get up. Just live a bed-ridden life, one with no worries or trouble. One where I could lay and watch bad soaps all day and have Abs bring me toast and orange juice on occasion. Would he really do that? I chocked out a laugh as I pictured the scnerio. Of course he would do it. He'd cut off his foot for me if I asked him so. He was the only good thing I had in my life and if not for what happened in the past, I wouldn't be so worried about that either, but unfortunately I was.    I rubbed at the center of my forehead that was beginning to throb. I could almost feel the pericing pain of a migraine coming on. I reached up into the kitchen cabnit and grabbed the bottle of asprin. I popped three out and swallowed them down with the remainder of my coffee. I was about to put the cap back on the small white bottle when I stopped. I examined the bottle. Bed-ridden life, huh? You'd like that, wouldn't you, Whitney? I swallowed as I spilled out around 15 more pills. Down they would go...and soon enough I would have that life without having to burden anyone. I'd go to heaven with my child and live with it and care for it in heaven. Just him or her and me. Just us. Forever.    I took my coffee cup that was sitting on the table and brought it closer to me. I arranged the pills in neat rows in front of me. How easily it could be donw. I took the first pill from the first row and brought it up to my mouth. It was then I noticed my hands were shaking uncontrollibly. I couldn't do this. I didn't have the strength. I was selfish. I chocked back the tears as I slid the pills off the counter into my hand and back into the bottle. I closed it and tossed it back into the cabnit as the door opened in the living room. Abs: I shut the door behind me as I walked into the living room with the medium sized box that held our cherished breakfast. I noticed Whitney was alone in the kitchen, I half heartedly hoped Teresa was still here and they were working it out. Something must have gone wrong. I looked at Whitney and her eyes were a bit puffy and red.    "Hey, babe, you alright?" I asked, setting down the box and placing a hand on her back.    "Yeah yeah," she nodded her head. "You know, choppin those onions, always gets me a bit teary-eyed." I glanced up at the counter.    "Onions?" I asked, confused.    "Never mind," she dismissed it with a shake of her hand.    "hey, so, uh, how did it go?" I asked, taking a glazed donut out of the box and taking a bite. She did the same.    "How did what go?" she asked after she swallowed.    "You and uh...Teresa," I answered.    "You knew about that?" she looked to me. I nodded. "It didn't go well." she looked back down at her doughnut.    "Why not?" I pryed.    "It just...didn't, okay? We've grown apart. It's a fact of life, okay Abs?" she ended with an edge.    "Y-yeah, I, um, understand," I replied. I sighed. When was this ever going to end? Teresa: Fine. She doesn't want a friendship, Fine. I can live without her, I have been doing just that for this past almost 2 months now. It didn't matter that we had been friends since middle school. She wanted to end it now? Fine. It didn't matter at all that I have been there through everything, high school relationships, meeting Scott, going out with Scott, the infamous miscarriage, and the up and leaving. And now she wants to end it. After all of that. Fine I don't care.    I found myself sitting in the apartment complex of Scott's. I shut off my car and unbuckled my seatbelt before getting out of the car. I walked up the same steps of that one special night with Scott. I stopped when I reached his door. I hesitated, then knocked a few times. A moment or so later Scott appeared at the door.I gave him a small smile.    "What's wrong?" he frowned.    "Can I, uh, come in?" i asked.    "Yeah, sure," he replied, pulling open the door wider for me to step in. I took a breath as I stepped inside with Scott. Chapter Fourteen...