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One
"I don't know how to tell you this, Timothy. I'll just be blunt. I ran the tests three times. You are not suffering from the flu or any other ailments. You are without a doubt pregnant," the doctor said.
Timothy McGee sat there dumbfounded. This couldn't be happening. He never did anything bad. He came home from school and did his homework. At sixteen he had no life outside of academia. He was working hard so he could graduate early and go to college. He had to get away from his dad.
His dad. He was going to kill him when he found out. Tim had always know he was born with the ability to get pregnant and carry children. After a talk with his dad three years ago, he was told that it would never happen. That he was never going to be with a man, Tim had no choice but to agree.
But then he had gone and made a stupid mistake. It was horrific and stupid.
Four months ago he had gotten lonely, and horny. He was sixteen after all.
He had heard about a club that even with a bad fake I.D. you could get in. His was very believable though. Not that he like to brag but he was good with a computer. Soon he was no longer Timothy McGee age sixteen, but Russell Davis age twenty-two.
It was there he had met the man of his dreams. The man was taller than him but not by much. Tim guessed he was around six foot. He had beautiful blue eyes, even though they were glaring at him. He was fit too, older than he thought was right for him but gorgeous.
"Hi, my name's Russell," he introduced himself.
"No, it's not. Whatever your I.D. says we both know it's a lie. You're not older than sixteen," the man snapped.
"I-I'm twenty-two," he said shakily.
"And I'm twenty-three," the man said sarcastically.
"Hey, cutie," a deep voice said.
Tim looked over to see a man roughly sixty, leering at him. Unlike the hot fortyish guy that was yelling at him, this guy looked like Santa Claus. That was too old and weird for Tim.
"You know this is just a kid, right? Are you a perv or something?" hunky guy said to Santa.
He had known his baby face would give him away. The few extra pounds on his body seemed to make him look even younger. Tim had always been attracted to older guys but that guy was way off limits. In truth both of them were but hunky guy would be worth the awkward next morning. He used to have a crush on one of his dad's friend's, following him around like a love-sick puppy. It only ended when the man propositioned him. He ran away with his tail between his legs.
But not tonight. In five months, he would be seventeen and a high school graduate. This was his chance to have fun while still in high school. He wanted stories to talk about when he got old and boring. This one was going to be amazing, he could just feel it.
Not wanting the hunky, wet-blanket to ruin his night and have him kicked out he walked away. Slipping in between the people filling up the dance floor. He needed use to restroom first then he would try out his I.D. with the bartender.
Just as he was opening the door someone's hand landed on his shoulder.
"Damn, baby, you look hot. Do you know what's the only thing missing from that outfit?"
Tim turned and looked at the man grabbing his shoulder. The man looked to be about mid-thirties with shaggy blonde hair and a straggly beard. He also looked like he hadn't showered in a month.
"What?" he asked politely. He just wanted to man to leave him alone though.
"Me inside you," the man said crudely.
"Umm… No thanks. I really need to get back to my friends," he lied, stepping back from the creepy guy.
Before he could get away a gun was shoved into his side and he was dragged out the back door. He tried to scream but he couldn't make his voice work.
The rest of the night lived in his nightmares. The van he was forced into. The gag that was shoved in his mouth and the rope that was used when he tried to fight the man off of him. His virginity being stolen from him in a brutal way. Staring blankly at the inside of the windowless van.
After what felt like forever the man just stopped. He then threw Tim's clothes outside the van and pushed Tim out with them. The van took off into the night after that. There was no one in the parking lot. It wasn't the parking lot for the club but the shop next door.
Tim quickly got dressed and rushed back to the club parking lot. He ignored a guy vomiting beside his car. He got into his car and left. He was too ashamed to tell anybody about that night. He was sure they would think it was his fault. That he wanted that man to do those things to him. He didn't though, and now he just wanted to forget.
"Timothy," the doctor said bringing him out of his thoughts.
"You can't tell my dad, right?" he asked.
"This stays between us. But I implore you to tell your family. You need help with this."
"No, I don't."
"Do you know what you're going to do?" Dr. Lane asked, kindly.
"I can't get rid of it. Even with who the father is, it's still half mine."
"What do you mean by that? Remember you can tell me anything," Dr. Lane said cautiously.
Tim knew that was a lie. If he told the truth, Dr. Lane would call the police. Having an underage teenager tell him that he was raped in a van was very different from just accidently getting pregnant by another teenager.
"Just my ex-boyfriend," he lied.
The doctor nodded and grabbed his prescription pad. "I'm prescribing you some prenatal vitamins. I would like for you to tell your parents about the pregnancy. You are going to need help and someone to lean on."
"I'll think about it. But I'm going to graduate next month. Then I'm off to M.I.T. No one will need to know. I've got a scholarship, so I'll get a job and take care of the baby by myself."
"You are missing something here," the doctor said.
"What's that?"
"You're on your father's insurance. He will notice that he has to pay for a birth."
"I'll think of something," he said. He already had thought of what he was going to do. Again he was pretty good with a computer.