When I read the result, the word postitive echoed in my head. "I-I-I'm...gonna be a mother..." I mumbled to myself. My whole body went numb, I started to tear up. "There was no way he was the father...it had to have been that guy." I mumbled again. I started to choke up, then spoke once more, "Fr-Francis...he's gonna be so upset..." then I collapsed and broke into tears. I always feared for the worse when it comes to things, this time I HAD to fear the worse. I stayed in the bathroom until, I heard the car come into the driveway. (In theory that's a good 30 mintues) My heart sank when I heard his voice, "Madeline! Mon amour! I'm home~!" he exclaimed in the happiest tone in the world. I quickly hid the test somewhere in the bathroom, then I went down stairs to greet him. He looked at me with a concerned expression then asked, "Madeline are you okay?" I swallowed then answered his question, "Yes Francis...I-I'm fine." He looked at with dissapointment, "Madeline...please tell me the truth." he sighed.

I told him to sit down then I went upstairs to grab the pregnancy test, still trying to conceal it before I actually told him. "R-Remember when we went to that bar...and we got seperated." I muttered. "I...I'm trying to forget." he chuckled nervously. Once I said this, his whole expression changed. "Madeline...the nausea...it wasn't from the cooking. Wasn't it." He replied giving me a stare of sadness. I nodded then muttered, "I'm sorry..." His sad stare then turned into a weak smile followed by an understanding expression, "Well...what can we do about it." I tried holding back my tears, then he kissed me. "Mon amour." He smiled then gave me another kiss. "Don't worry." he added with a smile. "Now stop crying. I wanna see your beautiful face smile." His face was in a full on happy expression. "Thank you..." I hugged him then gave him a weak smile.

Francis' head jolted up then he blurted out, "Oh I almost forgot, I invited some of my friends over!" I hesitated to answer, "O-Oh Gilbert and Antonio?" He gave me a nod, then the door bell rang. "That must be them!" He chuckled as he got up to answer the door. In those moments he left, I tried thinking about the man I met. He was white haired with blood red eyes, an albino most likely. "Hey birdie!" that voice...it was...the man. "Birdie are you okay? You looked like you've just seen a ghost!" it was. Suddenly the entire room went black with a scream echoing in the background.