If there isn’t, I’m finding a place to throw one.
I’m not judging you, I just…feel bad that you went through the process alone. I mean, if I was in your situation I probably would’ve done the same.
Do you need anything?
I’m perfect. Dandy. I don’t need anything. Thanks though.
Bars are the best at anytime of the day.
Iz…you…got the problem removed? Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve gone with you. How are you feeling?
Yes. Okay? I got an abortion. I didn’t think it really mattered whether or not you went with me… I wouldn’t of been a “fit” mother anyway. Besides, how would I have worked? No one wants to fuck a pregnant chick.
Hmm, I’ll come eat it after work. Nothing like stuffing my face with cold pizza at five in the morning. I’m still convinced something is wrong though, so you have until now and when I come breaking through your door looking like a hot mess to summon up the courage to tell me.
I got some news. And I made a decision. I won’t be at work for… a week or two. Until I recover. Can we just leave it at that?
You okay, Iz?
I’m awesome! I ordered a large pizza and some cinnamon rolls for tonight, if you wanna come over and pig out with me.
You’re an incredible person. I don’t give a fuck whether you’re a prostitute or a murderer or a fucking garbage chick. You’re amazing. Or at least, you are to me, and you would’ve made a fantastic mother. I support you either way.Look, whatever, alright? Just know that this isn’t my fault. The blame isn’t on me. I did what I had to do. I should be back at work sometime next week or something.
… Right. Not exactly necessary, but you got your point across.
Iz… What- How did you even… When? Why?
Wasn’t that hard. Just made an appointment with a clinic. Oh, come on, Liam. You’re really asking why? I’m a stripper - no, not even that. I’m a prostitute. I fuck guys for money. Doesn’t really make me mother of the year. Besides, you of all people should know that it’s kind of impossible to be a good parent and be in SOS at the same time.
You want an entire week off. Of course it’s my business. If you’re sick, just tell me. If you wanna do something else, we can talk about it. Are you unhappy? Did I do something?
I just got an abortion, okay? Do you need a doctors note to fucking believe me?
Can I have the week now, or is my excuse not good enough?
I really can’t give you a week off without a reason so… is everything alright?
I actually don’t think it’s any of your business. Look, can I just have the fucking week or not? If not, I’ll just get someone to cover for me.