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The Pirate Ship Battles:
KBOW: ABS: Prompts Available: Frog, Fever, Chisel, Pasta, Misnomer Prompts Used: Misnomer, Chisel, Fever, Frogs
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Oliver Wood was an alcoholic and a drunkard. And as everyone knows when you get drunk, you usually don't remember what you did before. Like getting a girl pregnant.
"WHAT?" Oliver roared when Katie told him. He smacked her. "You can't be!" Katie whimpered. His breath smelled of stale alcohol and Katie knew he had been drinking.
"Please..." She muttered feebly. She didn't want another hit. "It was an accident!" Oliver growled.
"These type of 'accidents' don't happen," He hit her again. "It was rape!"
It was, Katie thought, from you, not me.
"No, no, I promise, I swear! It wasn't!" This was a misnomer; she didn't rape him. As Oliver hit her again she thought of the huge bruises that would be chiseled into her shoulder. Katie's temperature was rising, maybe she had a fever. Another blow, then it was blackness.
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She was running, running from Oliver. He was going to kill her, she knew. Whenever he opened his mouth a beeping sound came out. He had an army of frogs cashing her with him. She was running, running, running. The beeping sounded more real, more life like. She blinked open her eyes and looked around. She was in a bright hospital. Katie could only assume what happened, she didn't remember a thing. Nothing. Everything was gone from her. A nice looking healer whose name-tag read LISA came over.
"Hello, Miss Bell. That was some nasty bruises, but you're okay now. Also," Lisa looked around. "I don't know if you know, but you're pregnant." Katie was surprised.
"What? How? Who?" Lisa blushed.
"I'm sure you knew how, and the who isn't for us to know unless you tell. And as for the what.. I assume you did it."
"Well, how many weeks?"
"You were two months when you got here and you've been out for about.. seven months so... nine months pregnant." Katie was in shock. She looked down and sure enough, her stomach was huge. Suddenly there was a pain from inside her. She gave a retch. There it was again. Something was fighting it's way out. The baby. she looked Lisa in the eyes and said,
"I think I'm going into labor."
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Katie was in so much pain. She wanted it to end, for her to die. But it kept on going, kept on going.
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Fourteen hours later, Katie was holding little John Oliver Bell in her hands. John for her father and Oliver... she wasn't quite sure where she got Oliver from. She couldn't remember.
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Months passed and John was growing. He was beautiful, like someone Katie used to know. But who? Who was that little boy's father? One day she was walking John and passed a man. Anger shot through her like fire, but she didn't know why. Then she remembered. She remembered the pain, the hitting, that night. And she remembered him. That man was him.
"YOU! You made my life hell, you made this little boy have a terrible father!" She shouted at Oliver. Oliver looked at Katie.
"Who are you?" Katie gave a shrill laugh.
"Who am I? I'm the girl you fucked! I'm the girl whose life you made shit!" Katie looked mad. Then she leaped. She leaped for him, without knowing what she was doing. And she was kissing him, for some reason. She was kissing the man she loved but she hated. The man who made her life heaven but made it hell.
Because you need to forgive and forget.
Oliver changed. He changed when he saw how much pain he gave to Katie. Because he loved her. And she loved him. They were love, together.
They raised John, their mistake kid, and loved him to death.
Who cared that he was a mistake?
Not them.
They were a cute little family, Katie, Oliver and John.
Over the years they had three more kids, Lilah, Angel and Sean.
Katie, Oliver, John, Lilah, Angel and Sean.