Red Writing Hood- Prompt#30

I think I am a week late on writing this but thought it would be fun to do a post on it anyway.

30. Write a piece that begins with the line, “I could never have imagined” and ends with the line, “Then the whole world shifted.

I could never have imagined what was going to be said when I actually called him back.  You see I hadn't talked to him in three months, not since his ex-best friend and I officially started dating.  We had broken up on bad terms and his ex-friend and I hadn't ment to become a couple we were just friends then those feelings grew.  Neither one of us had hung out or talked to him since then.  We had been avoiding him because he was not happy about it.  I had left a week ealier for my summer job and they had hung out for the first time since he was told of our news. 

  Now I was getting a call saying his ex-friend and my heart and sole had died...and not in a freak accident the word "murder" was actually coming from his mouth.  It was then I went into shock I heard the words but they never penetrated.  The right sounds were made like devestation was setting in, but have to admit I hadn't absorbed what was being said.  As I stubled my way to the couch in the barracks where I would be staying at for the fire season I kept playing the words "murdered" and "I tried to save him in my head".  I didn't know what to think or what to do at that point. 

  As I sat there on the couch one of the guys from the engine crew came and sat across from me and he may have said a few things most likely "good morning" and the such, but the only ones that penetrated was "you look like you are in shock".  It was then that all the words that hadn't hit a few minutes before were tumbling out of my mouth.  After only getting half way through the story I had just been told the bile rose up and I barely made it to the bathroom.  I vaguely remember someone poking their head into the bathroom to make sure I was alright and myself curled up next to the bathroom floor sobbing. 

  The guys tried to convice me that going into work that day was not a good idea.  I told them that I could either be miserable or go to work where it had been so busy that there wasn't enough time to think of anything other than work. As the week led up to the funeral I felt terrible but chalked it up to being so upset.  I was not able to eat and when I did couldn't keep it down.  When I slept it was very poorly all with terrible night terrors all showing me all the different ways the love of my life could have died.  Upon arrival in our home town for his funeral I stayed with one of my best friends.  After observing what was going on she made the comment well maybe you are pregnant.  Ten hours before the funeral is when I took the test.  At the appropriate time I checked on the results...I was pregnant with my dead boyfriend's baby.  Then the whole world shifted.