Prologue

Going somewhere Princess?

I stared down at the little pink plus sign. I could hardly believe my eye's. We had used protection, we had always used condoms and always had always had spare. How could this happen? Only something like that could have happened to me. I believed I had the worst of luck. My life was over before it had even had a chance to start.

I left the swanky tiled bathroom and went back into my hotel suit. My mind was a mess, no thought staying still in the numbness. I shoved the white stick to the back of one of the drawers. I couldn't risk anyone else finding out before I had even told the father about it. Oh, God. A sudden realization washed over me; I couldn't tell Duncan. Duncan had a reputaion to uphold! I knew that if I told him I was pregnant that he would just ditch me and the baby so he could keep his bad boy image. He was never going to support me-Us!

There was only one thing I could do at that point. So I ran away.

I spent the rest of the day packing my bags. It was done as neatly as possible, giving me plenty of chance to weight out my options. All I could think about was the little life growing inside me. I was only sixteen years of age. I had to no job, I had little life experience. I was uncapable of taking care of myself, let a lone myself and a baby. Duncan wouldn't help me, that was for sure. I could of asked him to stay with me, his answer would have been no. I could have asked him for some emotional and financial support, I would have gotten the same answer.

I would never have been able to place that much pressure on my best friend Bridgette-I couldn't bear that. She was young and this wasn't her fault. My parents were, without a doubt, going to disown me. I knew what they were like when I had simply told them that I had signed up for a reality show.

"HOW COMMON!" My mother had shouted. Her nose turned in the air, her back facing me.

"Why would you do such a thing, Courtney? Bring dishonor to this family!" My father had joined in. He sat on his chair, whisky in hand, throwing it down his throat as if he would never taste it again.

I had no one I could turn to. No one. I felt so alone in the world as I fell onto the bed, my face crashing into the feathered pillows. I felt so alone, yet my hands were almost instinctively rubbing the lower patch on my stomach. Where was I going to go? A termination was out of the question. I don't believe in killing my own flesh and blood. Even if it half Duncan! The only reasonable thing was giving the baby up. But, I couldn't do that, either. Even if I was only five weeks pregnant, I still loved that baby growing inside of me. I felt connected to it, like it needed me as much as I needed it. What was I going to do?

As I stared up at the ceiling, a brain wave hit me. I could go live with my aunt Clara! She was my aunt from my mother's side. However, they didn't speak. When I was a baby my parents had decided my life for me- I was to become I lawyer. It was the family trade for the most part, I came from a direct line of successful lawyers. Aunt Clara wasn't happy about that. She believed that I had the right to make my own decisions in life and that it wasn't up for my parents to decided just hours after I had been born. Everyone had a huge fight over the whole idea and aunr Clara got tossed out from the family tree. Disowned as I would have been soon enough. She was the one person I knew I could turn to for support.

The bouncy mattress sprung from the release of my wight as I sat up. I had only ever dialled the number once before. That was to tell my aunt Clara that my Grandmother had died. She hadn't keptt kept in conact with them her, either. No one was going to bother to call her initally, but I had suggested it.

"Have you called aunt Clara?" I asked had asked my mother, my perfect brunette curls dangling around my face in pigtails. It had been picture day and I was only eight. My mother had given me the news as I had walked through the door. And, not to sound like a spoilt bitch, I hadn't really cared. My grandmother had never liked me and I had never liked her. Why should I have cared?

"Hello?" A sweet voice came from the other end of the phone line. My mouth went dry and I had no idea what to say. "Hello? Who is this?"

"Hello." I whispered.

"Who is this?" Aunt Clara repeated. I coughed to clear my throat and then continued, my mind hopefully knowing what it wanted to say and connecting to my mouth to say it. Because I had no idea what I was doing.

"Hi, aunt Clara. It's Courtney." I swear I heard a excited gasp escpae her lips on the other end. How could she not? She doted on me when my birthday and Christmas rolled around. We never really had a chance to speak properly with my parents monitering my every move I made, but this was definitely a time that I needed to lean on my aunt Clara for support.

"COURTNEY!" She practically screamed down the phone. "How are you, baby?" Ha, baby. Even the word made bile build up in my throat. Or maybe that was just more morning sickness on the way. "I just watched you on that TV show. I'm so sorry you didn't win, Sweetheart!" I didn't even care about Total Drama Island at that point, my mind was far from thinking of the reason why I wa sin the mess I was in. "What can I hep you with, Darling?"

I took a deep breath, scared out of my wits. My mind was still racing, my palsm were starting to sweat and the moment I had feared had come. I had to tell someone the truth eventually, "Aunt Clara, could I stay with you for a little while?" I was trying to avoid the subject.

"Why do you need to stay with me, Courtney?" That ship sunk fast.

"I-I," I took another deep breath. I could feel tears starting to brim in the corner's of my eye's. And I never cry. I never cried when my goldfish died, I never cried when I walked into the lampost on my way home form school, I never cried when my dreadful cousin Marvin had told me that the government had passed a law stating all little girls with pigtails were to be killed. "I'm pregnant." I cried quietly. I felt like shouting it out, letting my heart pour with it, but I couldn't risk any peeping Tom's finding out and spreading the news about me. This was a secret and it was going to stay a secret.

"Courtney, baby, are you okay? Of course you can stay with me! Have you told your parents yet? Who's the father? Is he coming too? How long are you going to need to stay here? Of course you can stay as long as you need to, Sweety! How far along are you? Do you know the sex, yet? Are you going to be able to take care of a baby? You have my full support, Courtney!" Aunt Clara bombarded me with question's, but I had no idea how to answer. I hadn't told my parents, I hadn't told Duncan. I needed to stay with her for as long as I could and I was barely seven weeks gone. My life felt like a downward spiral from that moment when I had missed my period. My heart had started beating and vomit had raised in my throat. I had dashed to the nearest bathroom and then dashed to the nearest drug store.

"I'll tell you everything when I arrive." I simply replied instead. "Bye." I hung up and let the tears stream down my cheeks. My life couldn't get any worse from that moment on.

After wiping away the mascara stains and making myself look far more presentable, I pulled all my things together and tightly locked my two suitcases. Outside was dark, it must have been about nine o'clock. I knew most people would either be in their rooms or hanging down in the game room as they usually did around that time in the evening. Dinner had finished an hour ago and I hadn't even attended. I couldn't face anyone at that point, I would have broke down in a fit of hysterics and then there really would have been some questions to answer.

I took a step into the hallway, double checking that it was empty first. I pulled all my suitcases out after me and then turned to lock the door. Before I knew it, a pair of ice cold hands were over my eyes I instantly felt breathless. I dropped the room key to the floor and bit on my lip just at the very touch of human contact.

"Guess who?" A husky voice whispered in my ear. Duncan. I didn't reply, just pushed his hands away from my eye's. If there was one person I never wanted to see again, it was him. "Going somewhere, Princess?" He asked, scanning my suitcases with his beautiful blue orbs. They looked as if the sky and the sea had come together in harmony, creatin such a peaceful yet mischevious look deep inside.

I thought for a moment, trying to think of the perfect excuse. I couldn't tell him the truth. I was never going to tell him the truth. I had no idea how to and the words stuck in my throat at the very thought of it.

"Family emergency," Lie. "Chris is letting me leave the island early." Duncan believed me, though, which made me worry even further. He pulled me into his tight, muscular arms, my head pressed perfectly into his toned chest. I breathed him in, wanting that to be the way I rememberd him. Not his antics, not his ways, not even his bright green mohawk. I wanted to remember him as someone who loved me.

NO! I pushed that thought out of my mind. If Duncan loved me then he would have been supporting me and our-MY child. I didn't want to remember him, as soon as I left, he was going to disappear from my mind for the rest of my miserable life.

"I'm sorry." He instantly thought someone was dying, dead or severly injured. That was just the way his mind worked, I guessed. I didn't mind. I was trying not to focus too hard on anything he was saying or doing. A struggle in itself, I believe.

"It's okay, not your fault." I said, breaking the hug, but not looking at him. He pulled my head up by my chin and I felt tears buring to escape in my eyes. He never mentioned it. Either he was over looking the wasy I was staring at him or he thought the tears were simply for the family member whose crisis I had created.

"I'll see you when I leave this place." He told me. I smiled, it was the only thing I could do. The contestants were still all condemed to another two weeks in the hell hole of a hotel. It was for safety reasons and such. Or so Chris said. Courtney knew that no one could really stop them from leaving. Especially at such a late hour.

Duncan planted passionate kiss on my lips, then my nose, then my forehead. He rested his chin on my crown, forcing my eyes to shut and my head to fall perfectly back into his chest once again. "I love you."

"I love you, too." I wanted that to be the last words between us. If it was going to be the last time I ever saw him, I wanted them to be words I could hold dear to my heart if the moment ever arrised. Before we could say anything else, I grabbed the suitcases and ran down the hallway to the elevator. Duncan waved goodbye and I did so back, watching as the cold, metal doors shut him out of my life. For good.

A/N: So, guess what story is being revised? IDIOT! It's The Runaway Returns! LOL! Yeah...It is actually November 30th right now...Okay, technically, it's December 1st because the time is 00:48AM...ANYWAY! As is it November 30th...Okay, not because of this spesific date or anything...I was reading this story earlier and you'll never guess what I discovered...THIS STORY WAS PUBLISHED OVER A YEAR AGO! November 28th 2010...Wow...Just thinking about it makes me shiver from the goosebumps! I still remember sitting at my desk, my computer making far too much noise! I had probably come home from a hard day of school...Or maybe not as it was a Sunday...

SO! I was reading it and I realized how many stupid mistakes there are in it! Why? BECAUSE MY COMPUTER DOES'T HAVE SPELLCHECK! But my laptop does xD IF IT LETS ME USE IT! It's kinda awkward to use...Hard to explain, really. Basically, it hates the documents that I have brought over from my computer for some reason, so it just refuses to use spellcheck on them -.- I don't know if it'll be that way for this story, but it has been for others...I'LL TRY MY BEST! Nope...No such luck! Either I have perfect spelling or spellcheck hates this document...MEH! Either one works for me ;) LOL!

Good memories of this story, too...Not just the actual thing, but the AN's...Anyone remember The mental? Nobody Understands? CC IS LIKE SO AWESOME? Three girls who now go by Kenny'sOrangeParka, EvanescenseAngel and ThatSuperHotSexyBookWorm ;) hahaha! Three girls I love dearly...ALSO! I discovered that on New Years Eve I had 22 stories...TWENTY-TWO! Do you know how many I have right now? 122! I have written 100 stories in less than a year...How amazing is that?

ALSO! I would just like to point out that, YES, I am, as usual, taking on more than I can handle story wise! I promise that everything will be updated accordinly...Girl On The Move and GO: Start Over are my main priorities. My commentry with Maddi on that dreadful story is still there, too! Maddi gives me a good kick in the ass when that one needs to be written! This story is...I'm going to try and write a few chapters in between each gap of non-updating, so at least I can balance it out a bit, right? WE'LL SEE HOW THIS GOES! But hey, this time last year I was writing just as many stories ;) hahaha! Oh, if only things were as easy now as they were back then...

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Love, ChloeRhiannonX