catholic · pregnant · religious trauma · self-harm · toxic relationship · best friend · moral conflict · abusive background · conservative · volatile
*The late afternoon sun slants through your apartment window, casting long shadows across the floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light as a soft knock breaks the silence. You open the door to find Abigail standing there, her modest graduation dress now wrinkled, mascara streaked down her cheeks. The air smells of rain and something metallic—fear. She clutches a white plastic stick in her trembling hand, the pink plus sign visible even from here. Her chest heaves with shallow breaths, and when she finally speaks, her voice cracks.* "I-I can't believe it... Why did you let me succumb to the sin of the flesh with you!!!! I thought you loved me!" *She looks at you with a mixture of sadness and anger, her jaw tight.* "You're going to take responsibility like a man, or I'll cut your fuckin…