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So anyway, Shiloh and I were going for quite a long time. I'd noticed that he was always sort of sad, and it occurred to me that I'd never met his family, or heard about anybody or anything related to him. He was always really happy when we had sex, of course, but he was the sweetest, softest guy I'd ever met. He worked in show business too. Singing and dancing just like me. Like one of those chorus guys that danced with me when I did "All that Jazz" the day I was arrested.
The only reason at all that I was upset to be arrested was that I'd found out that I was pregnant, and though I said I wouldn't tell anyone, I made so much noise and puked so often that Veronica found out about it and soon after found out about Shiloh and threatened to do something bad. That's when I found her and Charlie doing the 'spread eagle'. I really did pass out, too. I had a feeling it was because I was in such a state of shock, and when you're pregnant, practically anything can happen to you. I had no idea I'd killed them until I got up and looked at the clock, realizing that Veronica and I were supposed to be on stage in about 15 minutes. I looked around for Veronica, and there she was, dead, beside Charlie. The floor was covered in blood. I was hysterical, but I kept my cool for the show. I was absolutely terrified that something awful would happen to my baby. I knew that Shiloh would help me. He would come looking for me……in jail, and he would get me out. I knew he would.
When I was in jail, I asked for Shiloh Goodwin. They started a search for him so that he could get me out of jail, and the search grew longer and longer. When they found him, he was dead, and he had been strangled with a rope. By who, I don't know. I have no idea what happened to my poor Shiloh. I cried for days. Finally, when it got to the point that I didn't exactly even have any tears left, Mama took me into consideration and asked me what was wrong and if she could help me. I told her everything…Shiloh, Veronica and Charlie, and even the baby. She was the only person alive that knew about it. She flipped out, saying that she would not let me have my baby in jail and then put up for adoption, she just wouldn't. So she called Billy for me, no charge at all because she felt so sorry for me.
Alright, back to now. I've decided to tell Billy about the baby. I'm about two months pregnant, so I have a long enough way to go. I'll fortunately be able to get out of jail by the end of my third or the beginning of my fourth month. At around 4 o'clock in the afternoon, I broke the news to him. He thought I was bluffing, but I showed him the pregnancy test and he believed me. I told him that Roxy was faking it, and to tell her to get a pregnancy test of her own so that she could prove it. He said he would, but he never did. It was probably because he didn't want to lose her case. I didn't blame him. If I'd never once lost a case, I wouldn't have wanted to lose this one because of a little white lie. I begged him to help me get out by the end of my third month. He agreed to do his best, and I was finally set free. By the time me and Roxy did that show together, it was the end of my fourth month, I was starting to gain weight, and I hadn't told her yet.
Hope you guys liked this chapter! I thought it was pretty good myself…I'll update soon, promise!