Tangled In The Great Escape
Secrets
SKYE'S POV
I waited a few days (those few days being the ones where I usually had my period) and it never came. The worry was eating me, and it wasn't until that weekend that I told anyone. I curled up in my blink-182 shirt and called Heather in my terribly anxious state.
'Hey, what's up?' She answered cheerily.
'Heather, I've got a problem. Me and Vic, y'know, and we didn't use protection and my period hasn't came.' I rushed, squeezing my eyes shut to hold back the tears and shut out the world.
'Seriously? Don't cry,' she cooed. 'Do you want to go to the doctors? I'll come with you, it'll be okay.'
'Oh god,' I choked out, burying my face in the cuff of my hoodie. 'I'm scared,' I admitted, sniffling away. 'What if he dumps me? He might have thought I was on the pill or something? Shit, Heather.'
'Calm down, just breathe. We'll go to open surgery tomorrow, okay? I'll pick you up, we'll just say we're going shopping, and then we'll go and see if you are. Vic wouldn't dump you, Skye. You know he wouldn't.'
'He might,' I cried, the tears becoming heavier as I failed to picture my life without him. I'd grown so accustom to him being beside me all the time, to him supporting me, that I feared I was unable to stand alone.
'No, he wouldn't. C'mon sweetie, please don't cry.'
'Don't tell Jaime,' I whimpered, 'If I am, I want Vic to find out from me.'
'I won't, I promise. Listen, just get some rest and I'll pick you up tomorrow, m'kay sweetie?'
'Okay, thanks,' I breathed out, wiping the tears away with my cuff.
'See you,' she said, and then the line went dead.
Hearing a car horn, I grabbed my phone and leaped off the couch. I yelled bye to Pete before darting down the path and collapsing into Skye's car. Without saying anything, she waited until I was strapped in and then pulled away. Is she disappointed in me? Oh shit, I can't lose her too.
'Do you think you are?' she asked, breaking the silence.
'I- I might be, I'm never usually late,' I explained quietly.
The conversation ceased. I fiddled with my pendant as we drove, I can't lose Vic. Please don't let me lose Vic. Filling one of the few free spots in the car park, we got out and walked alongside one another as we entered the surgery. Taking her seat, Heather left me to check in at the desk. I stated my name and the other required information to the nurse before taking my seat, the room spinning due to my anxiety.
'Do you want me to come in with you?' she asked, patting my knee sympathetically. I thought about how crazy it all was - I hadn't cut since Mike beat up Vic, I hadn't cried myself to sleep since then, Vic had almost erased all of my depression. Despite that, a tiny bit still clung to me and it would wedge its fingers in the tiniest crack I showed.
'No,' I said, I have to be strong. I can do this, and I need to do this alone.
Before I could gather myself, a nurse was calling my name. I smiled weakly at Heather before following the little red-haired woman through to one of the rooms. I entered and was greeted by Dr. Gilmour (our family doctor) who I had only seen when we first moved to San Diego for a check up.
'So Skye, what are you here at open surgery?' he began, swinging round on his chair.
'I-I would like you, uh, to check if I'm pregnant,' I blurted, the sentence being terrible and making out as though I was an uneducated slut who'd stumbled into bed with some random guy.
'What makes you think that you are?'
'I had unprotected sex and my period is late, which it never is,' I said louder, my confidence growing as I found my voice.
'Alright, well I'll give you a test now and you can just use the bathroom across the hall, okay? This test is better than any one you could buy at a drug store.' Getting off his large leather chair, he went over to the cupboards and proceeded to pull out a small white stick. 'Don't forget that this is all completely confidential, your family will not hear of this.'
Taking it off him, I refrained from making eye contact as I thanked him and hurried out the room. I slammed the bathroom door shut, scrambling to push the lock over, and then sat down on the toilet. This is it, this could change your life. I 'did the deed' and then placed the stick on the side as I washed my hands. Taking a deep breathe, I entered the room once again and handed it to the doctor.
'One minute,' he said, turning away from me and examining the stick. I sat on the edge of my seat and tried to concentrate of my breathing as the anticipation grew. 'Well Ms Dawson,' he said, turning back to me and sitting down, 'you are a mother. I'd like you to come back in two weeks and we can talk in a bit more detail.'
'About what?'
'Family planning - whether you're keeping it, the involvement of the father, that kind of thing. Okay? That's you, free to go,' he smiled.
'Thanks Dr Gilmour, see you two weeks,' I said under my breathe, my mind racing as it tried to come to terms with what he just said. I'm a Mum to be. Vic's a Dad to be. We're going to be parents.
Stepping into the waiting room, Heather pulled me in for a hug and I sobbed into her navy knitted cardigan as she guided me outdoors. I was planning to have kids, but I was so young. There was so much I wanted to do, there was so many places I wanted to go.
'So, when are you going to tell him?' she said cautiously, opening the car door and sliding in. Fastening my seat belt, I failed to answer her question as I simply didn't know the answer. 'The longer you leave it, the worse it'll be for him.' Oh yeah that helps things, Heather. Thanks for your fucking input there.
'I know,' I scoffed, 'can you just take me home?'
'Alright.'
VIC'S POV
Sitting in the living room, I settled down to watch the Supernatural reruns since everyone else was out. Taking out my phone, I decided to text Skye and see if she was watching too.
To: Skye <3
Hey baby, are you watching Supernatural? Reruns on channel 435!
From: Skye
No, wish I wss thoygh!<3
Noticing the spelling error, I instantly knew something was up. Skye never made errors via text unless there was something up. Knowing that I'd talked her out of cutting twice as I'd spotted her change in behavior, I didn't hesitate to check she was okay.
To: Skye <3
Are you okay? You cal tell me if you're not, you know that <3
From: Skye <3
Yeah, din't woery <3
*don't
*worry
To: Skye <3
I'll kill you if you're lying, Dawson!<3
From: Skye <3
then I shakl live on :) Enhoy Supernatural. I love yiu. <3
*shall
*enjoy
*you
To: Skye <3
I love you too <3
Sliding my phone into my pocket, I turned up the TV and allowed the room to be filled by the theme tune of the show. I tried to put my worries aside and watch, but they were niggling away and wouldn't allow me to clear my mind.
Standing with Austin and Kellin, I looked around in confusion as there was no sight of Skye. Please come to school today, please be okay.
'Hey guys,' said Jaime, Heather stuck to his side. 'Where's Skye?' he continued, looking down at Heather with furrowed eyebrows.
'I don't know,' she said, her eyes told me otherwise as they darted about the floor. She began to rub her harm and refused to look at me at all, what is she hiding?
'Me neither,' I added, her discomfort grew.
Hearing a phone go off, Heather pulled out hers and looked at the screen with sympathetic eyes. Jaime asked who it was, but she just said her Mum. I watched closely as she replied, what the fuck is going on?
Failing to figure out what was happening, I pushed myself to focus on the work I'd been assigned. Over the four periods building up to lunch, my anger got worse. By the end of fourth period I was storming out of the classroom and not watching where I walked as I went to the canteen. Standing in the line, everyone had become much more irritating due to my anger. Slamming the money down on the counter, I took my tray and headed towards the table where, to my surprise, Skye was.
'Hey,' she smiled, kissing my cheek as I sat down next to her. I felt so unusual - I was rarely anger, and this wasn't pure anger either. Half of me was terrified as to what was wrong.
'Where were you this morning?' I asked, opening my bottle of water.
She stole a glance at Heather before looking to me with an odd look in her eyes, one that I'd never seen before. 'I-I was a bit sick, I'm fine now,' she forced a smile. Is she lying to me or something? What is she hiding?
'Aw,' I cooed, placing my hand on her thigh. 'What was wrong?'
'Don't know,' she said hurriedly, filling her mouth with panini as soon as she'd answered me.
Does she not like me anyone? Have I done something wrong? Is she planning to break up with me? Shit, I can't lose her. Fuck, what is going on?
I waited a few days (those few days being the ones where I usually had my period) and it never came. The worry was eating me, and it wasn't until that weekend that I told anyone. I curled up in my blink-182 shirt and called Heather in my terribly anxious state.
'Hey, what's up?' She answered cheerily.
'Heather, I've got a problem. Me and Vic, y'know, and we didn't use protection and my period hasn't came.' I rushed, squeezing my eyes shut to hold back the tears and shut out the world.
'Seriously? Don't cry,' she cooed. 'Do you want to go to the doctors? I'll come with you, it'll be okay.'
'Oh god,' I choked out, burying my face in the cuff of my hoodie. 'I'm scared,' I admitted, sniffling away. 'What if he dumps me? He might have thought I was on the pill or something? Shit, Heather.'
'Calm down, just breathe. We'll go to open surgery tomorrow, okay? I'll pick you up, we'll just say we're going shopping, and then we'll go and see if you are. Vic wouldn't dump you, Skye. You know he wouldn't.'
'He might,' I cried, the tears becoming heavier as I failed to picture my life without him. I'd grown so accustom to him being beside me all the time, to him supporting me, that I feared I was unable to stand alone.
'No, he wouldn't. C'mon sweetie, please don't cry.'
'Don't tell Jaime,' I whimpered, 'If I am, I want Vic to find out from me.'
'I won't, I promise. Listen, just get some rest and I'll pick you up tomorrow, m'kay sweetie?'
'Okay, thanks,' I breathed out, wiping the tears away with my cuff.
'See you,' she said, and then the line went dead.
Hearing a car horn, I grabbed my phone and leaped off the couch. I yelled bye to Pete before darting down the path and collapsing into Skye's car. Without saying anything, she waited until I was strapped in and then pulled away. Is she disappointed in me? Oh shit, I can't lose her too.
'Do you think you are?' she asked, breaking the silence.
'I- I might be, I'm never usually late,' I explained quietly.
The conversation ceased. I fiddled with my pendant as we drove, I can't lose Vic. Please don't let me lose Vic. Filling one of the few free spots in the car park, we got out and walked alongside one another as we entered the surgery. Taking her seat, Heather left me to check in at the desk. I stated my name and the other required information to the nurse before taking my seat, the room spinning due to my anxiety.
'Do you want me to come in with you?' she asked, patting my knee sympathetically. I thought about how crazy it all was - I hadn't cut since Mike beat up Vic, I hadn't cried myself to sleep since then, Vic had almost erased all of my depression. Despite that, a tiny bit still clung to me and it would wedge its fingers in the tiniest crack I showed.
'No,' I said, I have to be strong. I can do this, and I need to do this alone.
Before I could gather myself, a nurse was calling my name. I smiled weakly at Heather before following the little red-haired woman through to one of the rooms. I entered and was greeted by Dr. Gilmour (our family doctor) who I had only seen when we first moved to San Diego for a check up.
'So Skye, what are you here at open surgery?' he began, swinging round on his chair.
'I-I would like you, uh, to check if I'm pregnant,' I blurted, the sentence being terrible and making out as though I was an uneducated slut who'd stumbled into bed with some random guy.
'What makes you think that you are?'
'I had unprotected sex and my period is late, which it never is,' I said louder, my confidence growing as I found my voice.
'Alright, well I'll give you a test now and you can just use the bathroom across the hall, okay? This test is better than any one you could buy at a drug store.' Getting off his large leather chair, he went over to the cupboards and proceeded to pull out a small white stick. 'Don't forget that this is all completely confidential, your family will not hear of this.'
Taking it off him, I refrained from making eye contact as I thanked him and hurried out the room. I slammed the bathroom door shut, scrambling to push the lock over, and then sat down on the toilet. This is it, this could change your life. I 'did the deed' and then placed the stick on the side as I washed my hands. Taking a deep breathe, I entered the room once again and handed it to the doctor.
'One minute,' he said, turning away from me and examining the stick. I sat on the edge of my seat and tried to concentrate of my breathing as the anticipation grew. 'Well Ms Dawson,' he said, turning back to me and sitting down, 'you are a mother. I'd like you to come back in two weeks and we can talk in a bit more detail.'
'About what?'
'Family planning - whether you're keeping it, the involvement of the father, that kind of thing. Okay? That's you, free to go,' he smiled.
'Thanks Dr Gilmour, see you two weeks,' I said under my breathe, my mind racing as it tried to come to terms with what he just said. I'm a Mum to be. Vic's a Dad to be. We're going to be parents.
Stepping into the waiting room, Heather pulled me in for a hug and I sobbed into her navy knitted cardigan as she guided me outdoors. I was planning to have kids, but I was so young. There was so much I wanted to do, there was so many places I wanted to go.
'So, when are you going to tell him?' she said cautiously, opening the car door and sliding in. Fastening my seat belt, I failed to answer her question as I simply didn't know the answer. 'The longer you leave it, the worse it'll be for him.' Oh yeah that helps things, Heather. Thanks for your fucking input there.
'I know,' I scoffed, 'can you just take me home?'
'Alright.'
VIC'S POV
Sitting in the living room, I settled down to watch the Supernatural reruns since everyone else was out. Taking out my phone, I decided to text Skye and see if she was watching too.
To: Skye <3
Hey baby, are you watching Supernatural? Reruns on channel 435!
From: Skye
No, wish I wss thoygh!<3
Noticing the spelling error, I instantly knew something was up. Skye never made errors via text unless there was something up. Knowing that I'd talked her out of cutting twice as I'd spotted her change in behavior, I didn't hesitate to check she was okay.
To: Skye <3
Are you okay? You cal tell me if you're not, you know that <3
From: Skye <3
Yeah, din't woery <3
*don't
*worry
To: Skye <3
I'll kill you if you're lying, Dawson!<3
From: Skye <3
then I shakl live on :) Enhoy Supernatural. I love yiu. <3
*shall
*enjoy
*you
To: Skye <3
I love you too <3
Sliding my phone into my pocket, I turned up the TV and allowed the room to be filled by the theme tune of the show. I tried to put my worries aside and watch, but they were niggling away and wouldn't allow me to clear my mind.
Standing with Austin and Kellin, I looked around in confusion as there was no sight of Skye. Please come to school today, please be okay.
'Hey guys,' said Jaime, Heather stuck to his side. 'Where's Skye?' he continued, looking down at Heather with furrowed eyebrows.
'I don't know,' she said, her eyes told me otherwise as they darted about the floor. She began to rub her harm and refused to look at me at all, what is she hiding?
'Me neither,' I added, her discomfort grew.
Hearing a phone go off, Heather pulled out hers and looked at the screen with sympathetic eyes. Jaime asked who it was, but she just said her Mum. I watched closely as she replied, what the fuck is going on?
Failing to figure out what was happening, I pushed myself to focus on the work I'd been assigned. Over the four periods building up to lunch, my anger got worse. By the end of fourth period I was storming out of the classroom and not watching where I walked as I went to the canteen. Standing in the line, everyone had become much more irritating due to my anger. Slamming the money down on the counter, I took my tray and headed towards the table where, to my surprise, Skye was.
'Hey,' she smiled, kissing my cheek as I sat down next to her. I felt so unusual - I was rarely anger, and this wasn't pure anger either. Half of me was terrified as to what was wrong.
'Where were you this morning?' I asked, opening my bottle of water.
She stole a glance at Heather before looking to me with an odd look in her eyes, one that I'd never seen before. 'I-I was a bit sick, I'm fine now,' she forced a smile. Is she lying to me or something? What is she hiding?
'Aw,' I cooed, placing my hand on her thigh. 'What was wrong?'
'Don't know,' she said hurriedly, filling her mouth with panini as soon as she'd answered me.
Does she not like me anyone? Have I done something wrong? Is she planning to break up with me? Shit, I can't lose her. Fuck, what is going on?
10/24/13