The Cost of Freedom Is High

For an hour now I’ve been sitting on the floor, in between Balz’s legs, just waiting for Danny and Chris to come back in and tell us the results. Alex, Jack, Rian, and Zack had just arrived back so now it was those three bands along with Max and Tyler. The other guys were going to be informed once they came back with the results.

I didn’t feel anything ……. Well if you counted numb a feeling then I guess I did.

Another 10 minutes passed and finally Danny and Chris came back into the room. Chris had one pregnancy test in his hand, but that was all.

“They all said the same thing, I’ll let you see it first.” Danny stated, handing me the test.

I cautiously grabbed it and held it out in front of me, faced away.

Could I deal with whatever was to come? I guess I’d have to.

With a deep breath I exhaled and quickly flipped the test over.

I didn’t think that words could violate you, but this one did. Positive. It felt like that word stood up and laughed at me as the final drop of lemon juice dripped into the severe cuts in my body from all of the events that I’ve gone through. From being taken, being betrayed by Taylor and Cassie, having my innocence stolen, and lastly watching myself become someone that I never wanted to be or become. They all stared at me with anticipation, but I wouldn’t let this be their form of entertainment.

I stood up and with all of my might I chucked the test at the wall and watched as it shattered.

“I’m not going to let you do what you did to me to this baby. Either I’ll be gone by then or I’ll kill you to keep them safe. This isn’t isn’t just about me now, I’ll actually fight and protect this baby.” I snarled at Danny, as I was headed towards a room that was ‘mine’.

“Do me a favor and tell me that again when I’m delivering it for you.” Danny replied snarkily.

“No, I’ll tell you that right after I spit on your grave.” I whispered harshly.

Danny moved to the side and waved me down the hall. Once I was out of their eyesight I ran like hell to a random room and slammed the door behind me. I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t live with myself knowing the consequences for this child that may come soon.

I sat down with my back against the door and let the aggressive emotions go. I slowly put my hand over my stomach and just held it there. It was as if I was almost trying to comfort it, and show it that everything was okay.

“I’ve got you baby. I won’t let them hurt you like they did to me. We’ll get out and and everything will be fine.” I whispered down to my stomach.

I couldn’t believe this was actually happening.

But another issue just quickly crossed my mind.

I was obviously the mother.

Who was the father?

Notes

Uh oh, now she's prego :(

Does she want it though?

Does she have a choice?

Any guesses on who the father might be?

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