AU: Ricky is not the father of Amy's baby (no, Ben isn't either

AU: Ricky is not the father of Amy's baby (no, Ben isn't either.). Amy told her friends that she is pregnant and that she had sex, but when they asked her who the father of the baby is Amy closed up.

Ch.1

Amy walked up to her locker and saw her two best friends, Lauren and Maddison, standing at her locker waiting for her.

"Hey Amy," Lauren said.

"Hey, Amy said. She closed her eyes and then opened them again, preparing to tell her two best friends half of the truth. "So guess what?" Amy said.

"What?" Maddison asked.

"I…I kind of had sex," Amy said.

"That's not possible," Maddison said. "Who was it? Was he hot?" No, no, no. Amy silently wished that it wasn't possible. She wanted to crawl into a ball and hide in her locker for the rest of her life. She didn't want anyone to see the bruises.

"And…" Amy whispered, "I think I might be pregnant."

"What?" Lauren asked. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, anyways, I have to get to class," Amy said, shoving her backpack into her locker and holding onto her white binder as tightly as possible and she didn't really notice that she was practically running.

"Amy, wait…why are you in such a hurry?" Maddison asked.

"N..n…no r..reason," Amy stuttered.

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Amy usually sat in the front row, but even though this was English Literature, her favorite class, she wasn't in the mood to be seen or heard. All she wanted to do was forget but his voice was trapped inside her head.

(Flashback:

It was dark outside. Mom and dad were fighting and Amy couldn't stand it. She needed fresh air, and frankly she didn't really care that it was 10:00 p.m. She was tired of sitting in her bathroom blaring her music to drown out the never-ending circle of violence between mom and dad that never seemed to stop. Amy was wearing black pajama pants and a short pink tank top. Usually she wouldn't go outside in her pajamas, but she wasn't really thinking and she just wanted to escape everything.

It was windy. Amy watched as mauroon cars and blue cars and white cars passed her by. She was bored. She read the license plate numbers to distract herself. 'Shit, I didn't bring my phone,' Amy thought, but didn't really give it that much thought. She knew how to find her way home. And it wasn't like anyone would try to kill her or anything.

She hadn't realized how long she had been out when she passed by the park and realized that she must have walked at least 5 miles. She sat down on the ruddy wooden bench and thought about how nice the wind felt on her sweaty hair. She closed her eyes for a second.

Then all of a sudden she felt a needle jab into her shoulder. "Who are you? Who are you?" Two men grabbed Amy, blindfolded her, and took her to an empty warehouse. Amy felt like she was losing consciousness, had the men drugged her? She fought to stay awake. They drugged her, but she refused to fall asleep. Amy felt hazy but she didn't fall asleep.

One of the men pulled off her blindfold and started slapping her in the face. He tied her to a pole and pulled off her pants. "NO!!" Amy said, and kicked him, noticing that the man had long dark-brown hair and tan skin. "NOOO! No! Please stop!" She screamed and squirmed and kicked him again but that only made him angrier. He started hitting her and then he ripped open her shirt and her underwear and pushed himself inside of her. "No!" Amy cried. He slapped her.

"My turn," the other man said, but there was no way in hell Amy was going to let him come any where near her. She squirmed and tried to get her hands untied. She twisted her neck around and tried to bite the rope that tied her hands together and to the pole. It was to no avail.

"No!! No!!" Amy screamed, kicking the first man in the place where it would hurt the most. He fell to the ground.

The other man walked over to Amy. "I have a gun," he said, pointing it at her head.

"No, no, please don't kill me…" Amy said.

The man put the gun away. "Struggle, and you will be dead. You hear?" he said as he was pulling down his pants.

"No, no p…p…please d…d…don't r…rape me," Amy stuttered.

"Ah, you're going to stutter now, you worthless bitch," the second man said. The first man got up. "Hurry up, Nate. Do her before someone hears her screaming."

"NOOO!! SOMEBODY HELP ME!!" Amy screamed, but no one came. The second man, Nate, pushed inside of her. Afterwards, he untied her and threw her down on the cold cement and left the building with the first man.

Amy curled up in a ball. She was in so much pain. There were bruises all over her body. She was bloody and then she panicked. She had lost her virginity to two total strangers. No, they forced her. Technically she wasn't a virgin but really she was because rape doesn't really count as sex.

Amy didn't have a phone.

Amy didn't know where she was.

Amy was scared and cold and she didn't know what to do.

She took a deep breath and then did the only thing she could do. She grabbed her torn clothes and struggled to put them back on. She struggled to stand up and then she walked outside, figured out where she was, and started walking home. It was late, probably around 3 a.m. Amy climbed into the house through her window.

"What were you doing out so late?"

Amy heard her sister Ashley's voice. Ashley was sitting in Amy's room. Then Ashley saw the bloodied Amy. "What happened?" Ashley asked. Amy started to cry. Ashley hugged Amy and told her that everything would be alright. But nothing was going to be alright.

"What happened, Ames?" Ashley asked. Amy closed up. She felt ashamed.

"Nothing," Amy said.

"You're bloody, Amy, and your clothes are torn. Were you…were you….?" Ashley started to ask but stopped midair.

"Was I what?" Amy asked. "Don't tell mom…." Amy said.

"Were you?" Ashley asked.

"y…y…yes. I w…w…was r…raped," Amy said, barely a whisper.

"You have to tell mom," Ashley said.

"No, Ash, I can't…" Amy said as she staggered into her bathroom to wash all of the evidence away. She felt dirty and disgusting and she just wanted to pretend that nothing even happened and everything was just peachy. But it wasn't.

End of flashback)

Amy was sitting in her Lit class but she wasn't paying attention. She felt hot and sweaty and she could see the two men who attacked her everywhere even though they weren't anywhere in sight. What if they came back for her? 'At least they didn't kill me,' Amy rationalized to herself, but it didn't make her feel any better. What they did to her was worse. They had taken a piece of her and she would never be able to get it back.

Amy heard the teacher talking; she heard that she was asking a question about the book everybody was supposed to have out, Tess Of The D'urbervilles. "Can anyone point out any metaphors in chapters 10 and 11, the chapters you were assigned to read last night?" Amy closed her eyes. She wanted to be anywhere but here. She vaguely saw someone raise his or her hand and answer the teacher's question. The teacher asked another question. "Did any plot developments add to the characterization of Tess? Of Alec?"

Amy still wasn't paying attention, but the teacher called on her. "Miss Jurgens?"

"Oh…um..wh…what was the question?" Amy asked.

"You should have been paying attention, " the teacher scolded.

"I…I…I was," Amy insisted.

"Did any plot developments add to the characterization of Tess? Of Alec?" the teacher repeated. Amy had read the whole book, and she didn't want to talk about it. Alec was a disgusting, filthy creature. He was…what he did to Tess…

Amy started to panic. It was too similar too what happened to her. She couldn't focus.

"I…I…I can't," Amy said and ran out of the room. She ran to the bathroom and realized that she was nauseous. Shit, the bastards had gotten her pregnant. She couldn't help but wonder which one of them was the father.

Someone knocked on the stall Amy was in.

"Amy, are you alright?"

It was Grace. Amy didn't even know Grace, there was no way she was going to talk to her about what happened or why she was so upset.

"I'm f…f..fine. Leave me alone," Amy muttered.

"Why did you get so upset in class? About Tess of the D'urbervilles?" Grace asked with a soothing voice.

"I…um…I didn't read it," Amy said.

"You were crying, Amy. Do you care that much about grades?" Grace asked.

"Yes," Amy insisted. "Please leave."

"Fine," Grace said, but her instincts told her that something was up; that something in the book had upset her.

To be continued…..