I really liked where I was going with this, so yeah. The sequel to Powerless should be out soon, if you're interested in reading that. I hope you guys like this chapter.

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I lifted myself onto the cool steel table in Dr. Morrison's office.

"Emma,." she started, pursing her lips"we need to talk. You've lost eight pounds since last week. How does your father not notice this? Emma, you have an eating disorder called anorexia nervosa. It's where you starve your body. I don't know how long this has been going on, but it needs to stop. Look, Em, you're carrying a child. You need to get all the right nutrients to help your baby."

I shrugged. "I know, Dr. Morrison. I've heard this all before. 'Blah blah, treatment facility, blah fucking blah blah blah." I smiled sweetly at her. "I don't need a baby, lady. I don't need you telling me what and what not to eat. I don't need you up my ass every two goddamn seconds. Leave me alone." I crossed my arms in front of my chest. "I can take care of myself."

"No you can't."

"Fuck you."

"Emma. Please, listen to yourself. I need you to treat me with the same respect that you treat your parents."

I nodded. Here I was, in front of my doctor, and I was giving into her pleading eyes. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay. Emma, do you know who the father is?."

I nodded, my blonde hair falling in front of my eyes.

"Who?."

I said it barely audible.

"What was that, Emma? I couldn't understand you."

"Craig." I coughed. "Craig Manning."

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I sat on my bed, looking at articles that I had printed off of the internet. They had headlines like "Tortonto resident, fourteen, female, starved her unborn child..."

I didn't want to be that girl. So I picked up my phone and threw it at the wall.

I couldn't believe myself. Here I was, knee deep in mud, and now this was being thrown at me? I couldn't take it, so I collapsed down on the floor and cried. I rocked back and forth, sobbing, until I felt arms around me. I looked up, and the most beautiful boy I had ever seen was looking down at me. "You okay, Em?." he asked.

"No." I wiped my eyes.

"Emma, what's wrong?."

"I'm pregnant..." I whispered.

"What!." Craig cried.

"I'm pregnant,." I whispered again, wrapping my arms around his neck. "And they say that if I don't start eating then the baby will die."

"Honey, you have to get over your eating thing. I'll help you; I'm not going anywhere, baby. I'm not going anywhere."

"I can't, Craig! I can't. What will happen when people find out that I starve myself? What will happen to me when people find out that I'm carrying a child?." I buried my head in my hands. "I'm so stupid,." I whispered.

"We'll make it, baby." Craig had a skeptical look on his face. "We'll make it. I promise." He lifted my chin up so I was looking at him. "I promise." He kissed me swiftly on the lips, uttering a "Happy Valentine's Day" against my mouth.

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Craig held my hand under the table. "Uhm, Dad? We have something to tell you..." I said hesitantly.

Snake turned around, patting Baby Jack on the back. "Okay, Em, hold on one second. I have to put the baby to sleep."

Craig shook his head. "No, I'll hold him. You sit down."

Snake handed the baby off to my soon-to-be baby's father. "Okay, what's there to say"

I took in a shakey breath. "Dad...I'm pregnant."

Snake paled.

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You like? You better. Much love,

Zoe.