Wendy's large brown doe eyes stared up at her bedroom ceiling. She stared at the spinning fan in the darkness and felt the baby shift inside of her. Deeply sighing she tried to get comfortable but that was impossible. Glancing over she saw Ian sleeping beside her like she usually did most nights. She knew he really wasn't there, that's what the doctor's told her. That's what her mother and sister told her, but still...she couldn't believe it. She thought maybe it was just some cruel joke, some awful lie they were keeping up. She stared at him and sighed. He looked so real. He laid there in a black T-shirt, something he usually wore. His dark hair was laying on the pillow, and his pale smooth face looked peaceful as he slept. Wendy stared at him.

She knew he was real. She could touch him, smell him, kiss him...he had to be.

"Ian..."

She softly said reaching out to shake his shoulder to wake him. Just then the baby kicked her making her snap her eyes shut. In just a moment when she opened her eyes he was gone. She missed him so bad it hurt. Right away her hands went over her huge perfectly round stomach that stuck out. She was nearly nine months along.

"Ah..."

She softly cried as the baby moved again, kicking even harder.

The baby was being given up for adoption. Wendy was still a minor and her mother had put her foot down. She insisted that Ian had raped her and that Wendy was going through some sort of nervous break down. That she had her whole future ahead of her and wasn't ready to be a mother. Wendy, who hadn't really let everything sink in after their first doctor's visit began screaming her head off telling her mother she hated her, and that she loved Ian. In the end her mother visited the family lawyer and the papers were brought up to have the baby given up. Wendy hadn't put much thought about the baby, but screamed and fought her mother every step of the way. This was the last part of Ian she had left...that they loved each other, and that she wouldn't allow them to take her baby away. That's when she was went to the doctor's. They treated her like she was crazy, and Julie took her aside later telling her to quit saying Ian was alive. That she had to give the baby up, it only make sense...that she over heard her mother saying if she kept refusing they would put her away. Wendy locked herself in her room for days, crying.

Finally she gave in and told her mother it was best that they gave the baby up. That her mother had been right, she had been through a lot and wasn't ready to be a mother. Wendy just wanted the baby to have a good family, as much as it broke her heart to give it up. Her mother told her she would take the year off and stay home for the pregnancy, once the baby was born she could finally go back to school in the city as planned. By then Wendy had cut most ties with her friends, even Kevin who was away at school. Her mother had told Julie to keep her mouth shut about everything, it wasn't anybody's business.

Time past and the pregnancy went on.

Wendy was sick for so long, she wasn't taking pride in this pregnancy nor excited. Instead she knew as soon as her baby was born it would be ripped from her arms. She hated going to the doctor's, hated seeing her body grow, hated feeling it move inside of her. She thought when a woman was pregnant you were supposed to be older. Married, in love. She thought you were supposed to glow, have baby showers, plan a nursery, pick names out, be excited.

Wendy was none of these things.

She was just a young girl who was pregnant...impregnated by a violent rape. Carrying a dead guy's baby, and soon it would be given up. Never knowing what horrible events surrounded it being conceived. Wendy honestly didn't know if she wanted the baby, or if she would be able to live knowing she gave it up. But her mother had been stern. She was supportive of course and made sure Wendy was healthy and took care of herself, but Wendy knew this was a the dirty little secret. That as soon as the baby came, it would be gone.

She wondered if it would be a boy or girl? Her mother hadn't allowed the doctor's to tell them since she said it would be easier to give the baby up that way. She wondered if it would look at Ian at all...she wondered...

She tried to think of a life after this.

"NO IAN NO!"

She saw in a flash herself struggling as Ian went on top of her. Shooting up and gasping for breath. The same flashes went through her head when he stood underneath the sign that fateful night pointing.

"It's you Wendy! You're DEAD!"

Wendy tossed and turned.

Kevin had kept trying to see her along with a few of her other friends before they went away to school. She ignored them of course and none of them knew about the baby. Kevin send her a few emails asking if everything was okay but Wendy just deleted them. Kevin couldn't help her...nobody could.

Julie had tried so many times to talk with her, instead Wendy would just shut her out.

Her mother claimed she was just depressed and as soon as the baby was born, everything could go back to normal. She could finally go to school, live in the city, and start trying to forget what happened. For Wendy this seemed impossible. Just last month they had met with the agency that would help with the adoption. Wendy spaced out the entire time as the lawyers spoke. Her mother thought a closed adoption would be for the best. Wendy tuned out what these people were saying, instead she just sat there, signed the papers they pointed out and looked down at herself.

Growing inside there was the result of what Ian had done to her. Now everyone was talking about it as if it was just an object she could give away.

"Ah!"

Wendy cried as she sat up. These last few months had been hell. Nearly everyone she knew from their town had moved away and went to school. Julie wasn't spending too much time at the house lately, and her mother kept her cooped up, always fussing and saying she had to take it easy. Wendy knew the real reason was because her mother was afraid she was suffering a nervous break down and this pregnancy was just going to throw her over the edge.

Wendy felt ashamed as her stomach grew each day, knowing inside there was Ian's baby. The last real part of him. Wendy wished now even though she was so confused that they had gotten an abortion. She rather the baby be read than to be with somebody else.

She honestly couldn't see what she was going to do after this.

The baby shifted again and a horrible cramp came, making Wendy sit up, snapping her eyes shut. Her back had been aching and the cramps were getting worse. Just then an odd feeling came over her before a gush of water soaked her bed sheets. Looking down in utter shock, she saw her water had just broke,

2005

"God this is stupid..."

Erin complained as she stood beside Ian in line at gym. Erin was dressed in shorts and a band T-shirt. Her arms covered in bracelets and spiked jewelry. Ian stood beside her in sweats and a faded T-shirt. He hated gym, not because he didn't like the exercise, or sports. In fact he had liked sports a lot...but simply because his step dad saw it as a waste of time he never got a chance to play sports like hockey or track, two things that interested him very much. He viewed people like Jason and Kevin with reassessment. He was bitter that they had normal families, that they could be the jocks and enjoy high school without a care in the world. He pretended he hated school spirit and all the high school games, but the truth was he was jealous and wished he could just enjoy himself and act his age for once.

But no, he had to work his job, and get through school. Soon enough by the time next year when Erin and him graduated they would have enough money to leave this town once and for all.

But today he felt awful, he hated having gym today because his step dad had given him a pretty nasty kick to the ribs, hard enough that he thought he might have cracked one. Of course he tried his hardest to hide this from Erin who often worried and just said he slept the wrong way.

The truth was it was killing him.

Trying not to take heavy breaths he stood in line, listening to Erin complain before Wendy walked in front of him with her boyfriend Jason. Wendy was in shorts and a T-shirt and her nice chestnut colored hair was drawn back in a ponytail. Ian watched her, smiling.

She sure looked cute today.

Jason pecked her on the cheek before running over to Kevin and all the other dumb jocks across the way. Watching her, he saw her get in line to climb the rope which some students were having a hard time with.

Ian sighed, he hated to admit this but he liked Wendy a lot. He knew he loved Erin, but something deep down inside of him couldn't help but keep his eyes on her whenever she entered a room. She seemed so...

Perfect.

Smirking with mild amusement, forgetting his pain he watched her as she grabbed into the rope and began to climb. Her long slender legs looked wonderful from this view and right away he felt guilty. Why was he even looking? He had an amazing girlfriend right beside him and here he was looking at some sob's legs. Trying to tune in to whatever Erin was ranting about, he watched Wendy climb high and higher.

Finally she reached the top.

One of her friends down below that Ian didn't know cheered and began to wave up at Wendy.

"That's it Wendy! Way to go!"

Wendy laughed and waved down when she lost her footing. It all happened in a split second but Ian saw it In a dash he ran over just in time as Wendy slipped and screamed. Everyone in the gym froze and looked as Wendy went crashing down.

Ian just in time was there at the bottom and caught her.

Both slammed down hard onto the floor and the pain Ian felt in his ribs screamed at the top of it's lungs. For a second or two he thought he was going to pass out as his vision began to blur. Laying on the floor with Wendy on top of him everyone came running including the gym teachers.

"WENDY!"

Jason yelled running over.

Ian blinked before Wendy gathered herself up slightly, her hands were badly burned from the rope and her big brown eyes looked scared. Mr. Larkin knelt down.

"You okay?"

Wendy nodded, shaken.

"Yeah, I slipped."

Jason burst through the crowd and ran over to Wendy.

"Jesus! Wendy! Are you okay?"

Wendy nodded before Lewis laughed looking down at Ian.

"Nice save McKinley!"

Ian who felt slightly dazed from the fall just rolled his eyes as Erin offered her hand to help. Right away Mr. Larkin stood up and blew his whistle.

"All right show is over, get back to your laps!"

Everyone slowly began to walk away and go back to what they were doing. Uninterested that Wendy could have very much died. Ian stood up, thinking he was going to pass out from the pain, when Jason reached over and tapped his shoulder. Turning, Ian saw Jason with his arm around Wendy.

"Um, thanks dude."

Ian shook his head.

"Don't mention it."

Wendy and him made eye contact for his a second before Erin yanked him away.

Later that day when school was let out Erin had to stay late to make up a test. Ian was going to take his van and go to work since another shift opened up. He really didn't feel up to it since his side had been killing him all day, worse after he caught Wendy, but he knew he needed the money. Very slowly he made it across the parking lot when he heard her call out his name...

"Ian!"

Ian stopped as Wendy ran over, her book bag thrown over her shoulder. Ian suddenly felt nervous as he stood beside his van. Walking over, Wendy smiled.

"Listen, I didn't get a chance to thank you..."

Ian smirked.

"Don't mention it."

"I can't believe you caught me, we're lucky we didn't break anything."

"Yeah...lucky catch that's all."

Wendy smiled.

"Well, it was awesome Ian...thanks you saved my life."

Smiling at him she touched his arm for just a brief second before turning and walking back to her car. Ian watched her, now ignoring the pain in his ribs, knowing it was well worth it.

Not knowing that a year from now he would violently rape and try and kill her, and impregnate her.

Present

Wendy sat up in the hospital bed, her hair drawn back and sweat rolling down her face. Monitors were hooked up to her very swollen stomach that stuck out perfectly on her small frame. She screamed at the top of her lungs as another contraction hit her.

Her mother squeezed her hand.

She had been in labor for nearly an hour now.

Her sister wasn't allowed in and was in the waiting room.

Wendy cried as the contraction felt as if she was being torn apart. Crying, she screamed and gritted through her teeth. She knew once this was over the adoption agency would come and it would all be over.

She had never felt such horrible pain before in her life, it kept hitting her once after another after another and still the nurse said she wasn't ready yet.

They had given her something for the pain which numbed her from the waist down but still the pain seemed just as worse. Crying, Wendy just wanted it to stop.

"HELP ME!"

She screamed. The nurse tried to have her count as the contraction passed but it wasn't helping.

Something was wrong.

"IAN!"

She screamed at the top of her lungs, she just wanted Ian.

Suddenly a monitor went off loudly, the nurse ran over to it before hurrying out the room. Wendy's mother nervously looked at it before looking down at her daughter.

"Shhh, honey it's all right."

Wendy laid back crying and tossing her head from side to side.

"Mom, I want Ian, where's Ian...please..."

Sighing, her mother looked down at her with nothing but pity in her eyes.

Just then the doctor and three nurses hurried in.

"Excuse me Mrs. Christensen, you need to leave right away..."

Wendy's mother looked.

"What?"

"Please..."

Her mother began to argue but the nurses hurried her out. Laying there now alone, Wendy found the pain getting worse and worse. Laying there she put her hands on her large pregnant stomach and struggled to breath.

One of the nurses put an oxygen mask over her face as she stared up at all the bright lights. Right away the doctor checked the monitor before the nurses forced her legs to spread apart as wide as they could go. Crying, Wendy tossed back and forth before they held her down.

"Wendy, we need you to start pushing, the baby's heart rate is going down..."

Wendy shook her head, no she wasn't ready...she couldn't do this.

She wanted Ian.

Laying there she looked at her stomach and remembered Ian on top of her thrusting away before climaxing and filling her with this...the same thing that made this baby inside of her. Feeling like it was killing her she begged for her mother before the nurses bend her two spread legs and told her to start breathing.

"I can't!"

Wendy cried, she wasn't ready.

The doctor wheeled over in front of her open legs and told her to start pushing. Laying back, Wendy struggled to keep herself from passing out before she started to push.

"Okay one, two, three...PUSH!"

Wendy screamed leaning forward and snapping her eyes shut as she pushed, her face growing flush. The doctor counted before finally telling her to stop. Crying, Wendy laid back and for a brief moment heard Ian say in her head...

"It's you Wendy! You're dead!"