Author's Note: I'm putting this fic back up. I had to take it down temporarily, due to personal reasons, but it's back now! Please, heed the warnings before each chapter, as this story will contain dark and triggering material. WARNING: This chapter contains discussion of miscarriage, past rape, sexual abuse, child abuse, abortion, and incest.


Margot stares at her ceiling, feeling sick. She swallows, shaking. Why did things like this always have to happen to her?

She tries not to think of the pregnancy test in the trashcan, and the fetus within her. Mason will love this. Margot hates it. Sure, the idea of having a child is one she likes. But not when its' father is a monster.

With any luck, she'll be able to abort it quickly. Or maybe the horrible parasite within her belly would get rid of itself. First-time pregnancies are likely to miscarry anyway, let alone when it's parentage is as horrible as her child's.

No. Not her child. It's a parasite. A disgusting product of abuse. The worst part is that she will have to tell him. He's the one who controls finances. She nearly vomits again at the thought.

She sighs, deciding to get it over with. She walks to Mason's room. She tentatively knocks on the door.

"Who is it?" comes the muffled reply.

"Margot. We…I…We need to talk."

Mason opens the door and gestures for her to come inside. He's smirking, eyes scanning her body. She instinctually brings a hand to her abdomen. She couldn't be showing already, could she?

She takes a shaky breath. "I'm pregnant."

Mason's face shows shock for a moment. Before he breaks into a grin, and begins cackling. He circles her, predatorily.

"Margot, Margot, Margot…I always wanted you to be the mother of my heir."

"The fetus won't survive, Mason. And even if it does, it won't be a normal child. You've seen the inbred pigs. It's not a good idea."

Mason seems to consider this. "Hmm…True." He sighs. "I really wanted a child that was half you, and half me." He pouts, like a child.

"I suppose you could find a woman who looks like me, in the future. Now, I need to see a doctor to get rid of this…. this…" Abomination, her mind supplies.

"Fine. I'll transfer the money into your account. You'd better hope you're not too far along, dear sister."

Margot thanks him, and leaves. She walks purposefully toward her room. She needs to make the appointment, but first, she needs to talk to Alana.

'I need your help'

'what is it, my love?'

'I need to have an abortion. And I want you with me.' Margot sighs. She can just imagine Alana's horror.

'come over asap.'

Margot obeys Alana, and is at her house within half an hour. It isn't until she knocks on the door that she realizes she's sobbing. Alana answers. She stares at Margot for a moment, before enveloping her in a hug.

"M-Mason…" Margot sobs, unable to form sentences. "He…He wants…He wants me to give him an heir…"

She feels Alana stiffen, and hold her tighter. "I'll kill him. I swear, I will one day."

Margot is welcomed inside the warm house, and sits down while Alana makes tea. She can't help but keep a hand on her belly. She doesn't feel any affection for the monster within her womb, but she can't help finding the situation surreal.

Alana gets them both cups of hot tea. She pours milk into Margot's cup, and hands it to her. She sits down across from her.

"Do you want to talk about it? We don't have to. I'm just offering."

Margot lets out another sob, but nods. Alana had known that Mason was abusive, but never that he would hurt her like this. She had never suspected that the abuse was also sexual.

She stammers out the details, with great pain. The sexual abuse had started when she was 13. Mason kept her on birth control, but refused to use other forms of protection.

She suspects that he had replaced her birth control with something else recently. She talked about Mason's horrible dreams of a huge family with her as the mother and wife. How he would talk about it both during and after sex.

By the time, she's finished talking, the tea is cold. Alana has a horrified look on her face. Margot begins shaking again, as she feels nausea begin to take over. She manages to stand up, only to vomit all over herself.

Margot sobs harder, from pain and emotion. Alana helps her clean up. "Take a shower. Once you get out, I'll help you make the appointment."

Margot showers, vomiting only twice more as she does. She turns the water as hot as she can stand it. She's heard that too-hot water can kill a fetus. She's not sure if it's a myth, but she hopes it isn't.

She climbs out, and dresses in the soft clothes left out for her. A pair of shorts and a soft t-shirt, both smelling of Alana. Margot emerges, to find Alana sitting on her bed, searching for clinics.

"How's Planned Parenthood? It's the typical one. I can make the appointment if you want."

Margot nods, sitting next to her. Alana dials the number on her phone, and waits. Margot hears it ring, before someone picks up.

"Hello. I would like to schedule an abortion. No, it's for my partner. As soon as possible. Margot Verger. Thank you. Have a nice day."

Alana hangs up the phone, and holds Margot close. "You have an appointment tomorrow at 9. I'll go with you."

Alana, does go with her the next morning. She holds Margot's hand as the doctor makes sure that it's safe to perform the procedure. She murmurs comforting words during the process.

Margot leaves the clinic with instructions on how to take care of herself. She feels weak and sick. She leans on Alana as they walk to the car.

As soon as they get inside, she begins crying into her. Alana holds her tightly. "Don't worry. He won't live much longer. I promise."