Freedom

Chapter Three: Aileen

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There really wasn't much to be complaining about right now. Because of this child, I'd gathered strength and left my own personal hell.

As I stood up and started my day, I made a promise. A promise to myself and to my baby. Whatever happened, no matter what, I would always be there for my child. I would protect it from anything and everything that wanted to hurt him or her. I would be there... no matter what...

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A couple weeks went by and my life changed drastically. Imagine having to spend all your time being your father's slave/wife/slut. It's a lot of work and you never actually have much time to yourself. The only thing I ever did out of pleasure was occasionally read, because everything else was tied one way or another to Jeb. Anyhow, now all of this was lifted from my shoulders and I got the right to do whatever I wanted to do with my life.

But this drastic change wasn't all good. I had so much more responsibility now. I knew that I had to fend for myself and watch out for them (well, thankfully Jeb had taught me how to fight when I was younger and I kept up my fighting habits, fighting once in a while while Jeb was busy in the lab and I didn't need to do anything. Which, by the way, wasn't very often. But I think I cached up on what I'd been missing out on the last couple of weeks.)

I spent some time doing research on the computer. I learned pretty interesting things about being pregnant in general and being pregnant with the child of your father. I was a little excited about the baby. I mean, I'm going to have my own baby, my own son or daughter, how can you not be at least a little bit excited about that? Even if it is your half-sibling. Anyhow, like any other normal person, I was concerned and worried about having my baby born with mutations. Once Jeb had mentioned that mutations and all that stuff were a myth, but what did he know? By the end of my investigation I was really angry at myself for doing the stupid research and being all curious and worried. It turned out that Jeb was right and that my baby would apparently come out fine. I prayed that it was really true and that it wasn't just a cruel joke of fate.

I spent part of my time working in a hotel as a maid and on the rest of my free time I would eat, sleep and shower.

Now that was my life, but it was at least a little bit better and I didn't have Jeb forcing me to do anything...Oh and I forgot to mention a few things on the list of things that I spent my time in: puking and talking to someone who became my friend. She was one of the guests I was a maid for. Slowly, I told her almost all about my past. She promised me that no one would know anything about what we talked, unless I was planning on killing or harming myself.

I told her everything from having my father experimenting on me from a young age (I left the wings part out, but experimenting on a child itself was an offense against the law) to having been sexually abused and being pregnant with my father's child.

Why tell someone the secrets of your life? you may ask. Well, Aileen is a special woman and you can't help but trust her. She kind of reminds me of my mom. She's kind, caring, friendly and a good listener. While I spilled my secrets out to her, she listened and didn't judge me or interrupt me.

After about five weeks of knowing her, more or less, she started persuading me to leave her help me out. Eventually she persuaded me and I let her lead the way into "our brighter future." Now I was about four or five months old. One day I only had a small food-sized bump and the next day it bloated up into a small ball. I quit my job after I got my last paycheck and packed things up. Now I'm not an idiot as you may or may not have started thinking. I thought things through again and again and if anything fail along the way I'd still have my knife on me.

Now I'm just heading into another part of the country on Aileen's car. She had told me many times about her best friend, the woman's house I was going to. She had two adoptive kids around my age named James and Monique. I was going to stay at her house until Aileen could get me more help, maybe then me and my baby could move in with her. I was very nervous, but this was what I'd wanted right?

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A/N: I know this chapter is short and sort of like a filler, but is the most I've been able to write in a while. Now I got a very important announcement.

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