Chapter 1Tears were running down her face, and she couldn't stop. It just couldn't be true. The test had to be lying.

But it's not, she told herself. It can't be, after all, this isn't a show called when inanimate objects attack. Not to mention that this was the fifth one she had taken.

She was pregnant and there was no use in denying it, not even for a night. I guess it wouldn't be the truth if it didn't hurt, she thought.

After the whole rape thing, it had never crossed her mind that she could be with child. It was just too traumatic to think about.

She was having a rapist's baby, and on top of that she didn't even know who the rapist was. It could be anyone. It could be Dick, Logan, hell it could even be Duncan.

No, she clarified, it couldn't be Duncan. True, he had dumped her without warning, and with no apparent reason, but he would never rape her.

Tears were still falling, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop them. Her life was practically ruined, her future burned out.

She could always put the baby up for adoption, or even have an abortion, but both of them seemed so cruel to her at the moment.

She hated the father, yes, but the baby couldn't help it. It most definitely wasn't its fault that daddy was a rapist.

Sure, adoption was by no means a bad idea; it just seemed so much like what Veronica's mom had done to her. She wanted the baby to know one of its parents, at least.

I can't think right now, I have to go to be bed, she told herself. She closed her eyes, but sleep was slow to com

It had been a very bad school day, indeed. She had spent all her time looking for the potential father to her potential child.

There had been no leads, and the party had been an extreme one, or at least the part that she could recall had been extreme.

Some had to of drugged my drink, she rationalized. It just wasn't possible to forget some much in such a small amount of time.

No one really liked to talk to her, which didn't surprise her, given her fathers history. The whole accuse the richest, and perhaps, most powerful man in town of murdering his own flesh and blood just didn't score fans like it use to.

Veronica had loyally backed her father, costing her the life that she had then. She was no longer that popular lovable girl, she was now the unpopular, everyone hates me girl.

A girl she kind of remembered from the party walked by at that moment. She wasn't letting the chance to get information go.

"Excuse me," she said to girl in a monotone voice. "I remember you from this party I went to a couple of months back, and I was wondering if you could tell me who I hang out with."

The girl looked at her oddly, and seemed to think for a moment. Come, you know you want, she telepathically told the girl.

"What do I look like your baby sitter," the girl snapped rudely, and Veronica realized her mistake. This girl was 09er trash.

He was on the flag post all alone completely helpless, and quite nude. It was cold, and the freezing metal practically sticking up his ass wasn't helping at all.

The duck tape that held him to pole was also hurting him. It was really not a very enjoyable predicament at all.

A crowd had gathered to watch the new guy's tragic entrance into Neptune High.

"I heard he rated on some PCHers," some annoyingly high pitched voice said.

It seemed that the crowd was content to watch him endure pain, as long as it was entertaining. He had a feeling he wouldn't care for this school at all.

Then a short blonde girl began to bump her way to the front of the crowd, heading straight for him. Either she was his angel, coming to save him, or trouble. Or maybe, he thought, she was both.

Veronica had first heard, not seen the innocent's tale, and punishment while seated at the table she reserved for herself.

It seemed that he as a clerk at a local convince store. One night, some of the PCHers, or bike club, as Veronica referred to them, decided to do a little stealing. He had pulled the alarm, and got them into to trouble.

In front of the pole, seeming to be guarding it, was Weevil. He was the leader of the PCHers, but he wasn't a bad person by any means, just a little senseless sometimes, such as now.

"What are you doing, now, Weev?" she asked mockingly.

"Just some routine punishment to someone who got a few of the boys in trouble." He made it sound almost normal.

"Let him down, Weevil." she snapped. Veronica was one of the few, the proud, the brave, the- wait a minute wrong thing. Anyway she was of the few that wasn't scared of Weevil and his bikers.

After all, her dad was a PI, and he would never let the murderer or beating of his daughter go unpunished. She left out raping, because it mad her feel bad.

She reached in her pocket and pulled out her handy dandy boxcutter. It had gotten her though some tough times, for sure.

Weevil backed off, looking scared for just a moment, and Veronica smiled at him.

"Next time," she said, "It's your nuts."

Weevils face turned pale, and he pratically ran the other way. Pole boy decided to laugh at that moment. The wrong moment.

"I won't cut you down, if you don't shut up." She snapped. Oh god, the hormones were already setting in on her.

The boy did as she said, so she quickly and expertly cut him down.

"Hi, my name's," he began, but Veronica quickly cut him off.

"As fun is it's been I have places to, and people to meet." Well, maybe not people, she added silently. The boy shrugged and walked away.

Veronica had the strange, but familiar feeling that she was being followed. By who, she didn't know yet, but she was about to find out.

She walked faster, and turned the corned to hide in a dark creepy alleyway. She could hear footsteps, and see part of the person's shadow.

She lunged, knocking Mr. Duncan to the ground. She had expected a killer, or at least a pickpocket, not an ex-boyfriend.

She stuck her hand down, and helped him up from the ground. His facial expression was that of someone who had just been attacked by someone he used to love.

"Listen, I am so sorry, Duncan. I thought that you had to be a creep or something. I mean you were following me."

There was a traditional Veronica move. If you feel bad, blame the person you just lunged at. Stupid, was repeating over and over in her head.

"You're right, I was following you, and I could've been a creep. It's just that you looked so upset today, I thought that I might come and find you and try to cheer you up."

The smile that he wore on his face used to make her so happy. One look at it, and it made her whole day. Not anymore.

"I don't know where you get off. One, it's been a terrible day for me. One for the records, in fact. Two, there is no possible way for you to cheer me up, as I'm kinda hating me right now."

It was out before she could stop herself. Why did I have to say that last part, she thought.

Duncan smile had disappeared, now replaced with a rather hurt look. He couldn't understand what was going though her mind at that moment.

A thought had just struck Veronica. She wondered if Duncan remembered Shelly's end of the year party.

"Duncan, do you remember, Shelly's party last year?"

He looked thoughtful for a moment, and Veronica thought that he looked like he had something to hide. It couldn't have been Duncan, it just couldn't.

"Why," he retorted, and there was still a hurt tone to his voice.

I might as well tell him, she thought. Someone will find out anyway.

"Duncan I was drugged, and raped that night."

Duncan's face turned even sourer. He looked ready to puke or spit in her face, she wasn't sure which.

"Drugged, maybe, but raped no."

"Oh my god, it was you, you raped me, didn't you. You dumped me then you had to have me, even if I didn't want you."

Tears ran down her face again, and she truly broke down. This was worse than she had expected.

"Veronica, it wasn't," he began, but Veronica cut him off.

"Don't bother Duncan. You know once I loved you, but now that I know the true you, I'm glad we're apart."

Duncan had tears in his eyes as well. You bastard, she thought, why are you crying you got exactly what you wanted.

"Oh, by the way, I'm pregnant, and it's yours."

She walked away, homebound. The faces that passed just blurs in the nightmare that was her life.