"What's happened?" I demand.
"I... I..." Adrianna tries to speak up but is interrupted by a bout of hiccups. I want to strangle the answer out of her. Frustrated that she's out of my reach, I run a hand through my hair and curse inwardly.
"Just spit it out, Adrianna," I hiss next. "I don't have time for this bullshit. Why don't you go running to your little boyfriend?"
"He c-can't ever find out a-about this," she hiccups.
"About what?" I demand. "What the fuck are you on about, Adrianna?"
"I'm... I'm..."
Suddenly it hits me, right before the dreadful word slips from her lips.
"Pregnant."
Fucking hell.
Father is going to kill me...