A/N: Hi all!
This is my first LM fic, and I really hope you like it! If any of you have suggestions, thoughts, or ideas, please feel free to leave them in a review or email me! I have read a lot of LM stories; and frankly, a lot of them are fluffy happy stories. (There Is Absolutely Nothing Wrong With That!) I want to make myself clear, nothing wrong with happy and fluf...I write it, and I like reading it. However, I've wanted to bring something different to the LM world of stories. It is about teenage pregnancy, death, making decisions, as well as dealing with them, and abandonment of a baby. I've decided to name the story, "Baby Jane," because this is going to hopefully be a wide focused story, all centering around, "Baby Jane."
So Please RR and tell me what you think, I'd really appreciate it! Constructive criticism is very good! Thank you so much!
P.S. If I do not update in a while, I'm working on some other stories right now, but I wanted to get this story started! Please don't give up on me; I always finish what I start.
Thank you!
Yes, a very long Author's Note…..
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The pain was over, the birthing was finally complete. After hours of screaming through a gag in the back of her boyfriend's car, it was all done and over. The young girl sat back, holding the tiny baby in her arms.
Her dead tiny baby;
"She's not breathing, oh my god, she's not breathing!"
The teenager shouted at her boyfriend in the front seat, as he turned around and faced her.
"What do you mean, not breathing?"
The young mother thrust the dead girl up to her father, and he took the lifeless child into his arms.
"Oh shit," he said, as he looked at her blue colored face.
"What the hell did you do? It's dead!"
The father screamed at her, dropping the baby and slapping his crying girlfriend across the face.
"You fucking idiot, the cord was around her neck!"
"It wasn't my fault, how was I supposed to know?"
The girl shot back;
The sixteen year old calmed down and looked at her tear streaked face, then back down at the stillborn infant.
"What do we do now?"
He inquired softly, discreetly wiping a stray tear from his cheek;
"We have to clean your car," she stated.
"The baby?"
"We," she stopped as she thought, "we could wrap it and burry her."
"Ok, sounds like the right thing to do," the boy agreed and after the sixteen year old female got dressed, they placed the little girl into a plastic bag and began digging.
"Why plastic?"
The girl asked;
"Because, if anyone were to ever find her, and if it were in one of our clothes…"
He trails off as he looks up, and he hears an approaching car;
"Shit," he swore, trying to dig faster. He stops when she grabs his arm, "we don't have time, and just leave her."
"What?"
"We have to get out of here!"
Panic seizes the couple as she drops the bag, and they run to the car. Scrambling in, they slam the doors and speed off, kicking up dust as they drove.
"Did we lose them?"
The girl asks as the boy looks back, "Yeah, it looks like we did," he answered.
The couple drives to the girl's house, and she gets out of the car and kisses her boyfriend.
"I love you; let's just forget about her, ok? I know it sounds cruel and horrible, but we have to, forever."
The boy nods, "I'll see you in school tomorrow," he says as he drives off. The girl watches his car leave, before turning and walking into the house, taking off and carrying her dirty clothes. She slips in unnoticed, and goes into her father's garage. Grabbing some of her dad's gasoline that he keeps for an emergency, she goes out into the yard.
"These stains will never come out," she murmurs to herself as she burns them. She scatters the ashes, and walks nood upstairs to the bathroom, and takes a shower.
However when the boy arrives home, he doesn't need to go through so much trouble as his young girlfriend. He parks his car in the driveway, and he knows that he will leave school early tomorrow in order to clean it. Sighing, the teen heads to his room, and to sleep.
As for the car? It had just happened to be a police car, and the way the other car had sped off, made them suspicious. Unfortunately for them, they were to far away to actually follow them, and the car kicking up dust did nothing to help them. The cops decide to follow there instinct, and they drive slowly on the road, looking for anything out of place.
"What do you think Jack, just a couple of kids probably having sex, they saw us and sped off."
The man named Jack spots something on the side of the road, "hang on a second Grant."
"What?"
Jack stops the car and gets out, and walks over to what he had seen.
"Hey Grant, we need some back up here," Jack says, bending down and taking a close look at the plastic bag.
"Why?"
"Looks like those kids have had sex, there's a dead baby here to prove it."
-End of Chapter 1.-