"When are you going to realize that this is bigger than just us?" Daphne's words triggered something in the girl who now considered her a sister as they fought locked up in Carlton for their protest. Something that she had been trying to hide for so long now. She knew that she wouldn't be able to keep it to herself as she looked down for a moment. There it was. The slightest sign on a bump protruding out of her stomach. She just looked up at Daphne for a moment before saying anything.
"I am pregnant." Bay spat out as she looked at the fair skinned 'sister' of hers. "And the baby is Emmett's." Daphne just stared at her for a moment and then looked down at her stomach. Knowing what her sister was trying to figure out she went ahead and answered before the question was answered. "Tolerance Camp." She just watched as Daphne sat down as she processed what was going on.
"Does he know? What about Noah?" Daphne just knew how to make something sting so bad.
"No one knows." Bay answered as she heard the police sirens. She started to look around when Daphne grabbed her arm. "The police are here." She said as she looked at Daphne for answers. Before she knew it she was following Daphne into the hall. She was trying to get everyone's attention. Bay couldn't keep up with the conversations that were going on around here. That was until Daphne pulled Emmett over to her.
"We need to get Bay out now." Daphne said as she looked at Emmett. By the time she figure out what Daphne was doing Emmett had already caught on that something was wrong. "You have to tell him. If they come in here forcefully or smoke bomb us it could put you two in danger. Tell him or I will." Daphne was getting angry as time went by.
"What is going on?" Emmett asked as he looked at Bay.
"I am pregnant." She signed to him as she felt herself breaking down. "Camp." By the time she got that simple word out she was in a haze of tears. Then she heard the bangs on the door. At that point she was becoming terrified. "They are banging on the door. What are we going to do?" She asked as she looked for some guidance. She was a fairly independent fearless woman, but standing there she felt like a defenseless child … just like the baby that was in her. She just felt Emmett's arms wrap around her protectively. She looked across the room and saw Noah … she knew he knew something was up. As the moments ticked by Emmett moved them farther back in the room. They knew it was going to hit the boiling point soon. There was no time to fix things. No there was no time for anything. Bang. Bang. Bang. Each one became more scary. The sad thing was she was the only one who really knew what was going on. He was pulling them towards the back of the hall. She knew he was trying to protect them, but who knew if it was going to help. Before she knew it, the moment had come the doors where bursting open. She knew this was one of those cases that would be on the news for weeks. Police forcing their way into a school for the deaf. She just didn't have time to think about the future headlines. Everywhere she looked people were being held down or drug out. Then before she knew it there was a cop grabbing at her. Emmett was pulling on his arm. 'Baby. Baby. Baby." He was struggling to get the words out but the cop didn't seem to notice. Then he was being drug off by two more cops. "Baby!" He called out again. She was too terrified to talk, to do anything. She wanted to fight, but she suddenly didn't know how to. Then out of the chaos she got the shock of her life when someone came to save her. It was the same person who made it perfectly clear they didn't want her at Carlton anymore. Travis was pushing the cop away.
"Run." Travis said. He wasn't expecting for her to run after Emmett and the cops that were pulling him away. Once she knew that Emmett could see her she just simply said "Don't fight, we are fine." But, that was before she was knocked to the ground. The impact hurt and the last thing she remembered seeing was the chaos unfolding around her.
"In other news a local teen is still in the hospital after the events during the occupy Carlton protest that took place earlier this week. Seventeen year old Bay Kennish, daughter of baseball player and state senate candidate is reportedly still in a coma after being knocked to the ground as police forcefully removed the protesting students from the school last Friday. Sources tell us that friends, family, and fellow protesters are supporting Miss. Kennish at her bedside." The news broadcast was surprisingly hard for John Kennish to watch from the waiting room of the hospital. He had been kicked out of his daughter's room over a day and a half ago when he was told about the child his daughter was carrying. It was painful for him to know that thug who did this to her was in there, but he couldn't be. He just turned the channel before he tossed the remote at the television.
"An expecting teen is still listed in serious condition after hitting her head during the Carlton revolt that took place last Friday. It has been reported that both mother and child are on the path to recovery." That was the point when he lost it. What was one broken television compared to all the donations that his family had made to the damn hospital over the years?
"I just don't understand, those cops they could hear. They knew we were trying to tell them something, but they just went on." Emmett's words came out as he was trying to still make sense of the fact that Bay was laying there in a hospital bed. The doctors said if she didn't wake up soon, then it wasn't going to happen.
"Ironic isn't that those who have the ability to listen choose not to." His mother told him as she looked over at him with eyes of compassion. The doctors only allowed her in the room because Emmett was refusing to leave her side. "I am proud of both of you standing up for what you believed in even if this happened."
"It wasn't worth it. The only person I have ever really loved is laying in a hospital bed and to make it worse I could lose her and my child. So it wasn't worth it. I should have never asked her in. I didn't know. I wouldn't have if I knew, why didn't she tell me?" The tears were falling down his check, his mother wanted so bad to make them go away. However, she knew she couldn't. Even if the tears were gone the pain would still be there.
"I am going to go. Katherine and Daphne keep looking in door." She told him as she got up. "She's a fighter." Her words though had little effect on him. He was too focused on the fetal monitor. He saw the numbers not really knowing what they meant, but it allowed him to think about the fact he was going to be a father. He thought back to the night it happened.