Charlie positioned himself before looking down embarrassed.
"Um, I can't get it in."
Kirby reached down and helped him guide himself into her. Right away she was regretting the decision about them standing up. It was clear Charlie didn't know what he was doing and both were seizing the moment, letting their emotions take hold. She remembered never looking down at it, but when her hand reached down and gripped him, her fingers wrapped around and she was surprised by the size and the throbbing warmth that filled her hand. She felt it go against her inner thigh, as she helped him guide himself into her.
Of course he pushed himself all the way it, making her body stiffen and freeze in pain for a second. After a moment the cramping inside of her dulled down as she was filled and he was inside of her. He pressed his body up against hers, almost slipping out before she grabbed onto him, inhaling the sweet smell of his cologne. His thick brown hair swept over his shoulders as his plump lips kisses her.
He began to move, which was awkward since they were both leaning against the wall. He slowly pulled himself in and out before finding a small pace as he slowly thrusted into her. Kirby felt the beginning of what could have been an orgasm. She wasn't sure if it was how their bodies felt pressed together or just the simple fact that reality was hitting her that both of them were really doing this...
Her heart pounded in her chest and unknown to both of them...
Inside Charlie's balls, as he stiffened and came inside her roughly, he impregnated her in just the matter of seconds. She felt warmth go down and the sense of fading. Right away he mumbled as he pulled his jeans up ad hurried out of the room.
For Charlie he hated that this was happening.
Everything was going according to plan. He checked his cell and saw the time, they had plenty of time and Jill was upstairs dealing the Trevor.
Just the thought of them together made his blood boil. He hated Trevor and wanted nothing more then to slit his throat and watch his bleed out like a stuffed pig.
Just earlier Trevor had interrupted him and Kirby. He couldn't believe what had happened. For the first time really in years she had done something he had only day dreamed about. Now that moment had been ruined, it had passed, and it was over. His mind was racing, and when Kirby came into the study, he wanted to scream at her. He wanted to take her by the shoulders and just yell in her face. He wanted to tell her it was too late. That none of this mattered anymore.
But they were alone, and the sweet smell of her perfume filled the air. Here was the girl he had been in love with for so long...
He had tried staying away, tried to keep himself focused. Tried to keep with the plan. Jill and him were in on this together...he had promised.
But her soft hands against his face, the way her lips felt against his, it wasn't anything like Jill...
He tried to say no, but the next thing he knew she was trying to pull down his jeans, her hands going down and touching him, her soft lips going against his neck...
Once he was inside of her, he became lost. Just before he was about to mutter in her ear that he loved her...he remembered Jill.
Jill was his girl, Jill was the one who had shown him the truth. Jill was the one he loved.
Knowing what he would have to do soon, he couldn't hold back. Climaxing strongly, he right away couldn't look her in the eye. He hadn't just had sex with Kirby Reed, the girl he thought he had once been in love with...
He had sex with a girl who had caused some of this pain. He had sex with the girl he would soon have to kill.
She had called after him but he left in a hurry, it was time now and he had to go change. He left, knowing he had finally made his choice, and he wanted to go ahead with tonight no matter what.
Unknown to him in just those few minutes alone with her, he had done something.
He had gotten Kirby pregnant, and left a part of him behind.
Little did he know, that very same night he would meet his own fate.
"Kirby?"
Kirby snapped out of her thoughts as she sat on her bed late one afternoon. Her mother was sitting on the edge of her bed, gently rubbing her leg. It was a hot summer's day and her A.C was on high.
It had been two days since the doctor's visit. They hadn't told Kirby's stepfather. They decided to sit down and plan out what exactly was going to happen. When they first left the hospital, Kirby was a wreck. Her mother sat with her in the parking-lot for almost an hour listening to her daughter as she broke down.
The doctor had been understanding, he said her blood results would come in within the next few days. The pregnancy test was positive and he wanted to meet with her again by the end of the week to discuss what she planned on doing. Kirby knew what this meant...
To get an abortion or to keep the baby.
It seemed like a double edge sword no matter what. Her mother had held her hand and talked with the doctor for a bit. Once they got into the car Kirby broke down, crying her eyes out blaming herself.
She finally opened up to her mother, talking about how she had really liked Charlie and thought he was going to ask her out soon. That she had no idea Jill and him were even close. She talked about him coming over along with Robbie and Jill. How they had sex and as soon as it was over she knew she had made a mistake. She then looked at her mother and asked if she was disappointed. Right away her mother shook her head.
"No honey, I'm not. You're a young girl...and the Charlie Walker I knew was a sweet boy. I'm sure whatever the real reason him and Jill decided to do these horrible things it was because they were sick in the head. I had a feeling you two liked each other and I'm so sorry that happened..."
"Mom, I'm not a slut..."
"I know honey, I'm sure he made easy to like him. You did it yeah, but you didn't know who the real person was behind him. I mean, you tried to save him...you were the good person Kirby. Sadly he was a very sick boy who didn't care what he was doing. I hate him for what he tried to do to you, and I hate him for making you feel this way."
"Mom, what am I going to do?"
"What do you want honey?"
"What?"
"Do you want an abortion or not?"
The thought of this made Kirby sick, right away she started to cry even louder.
"I don't know...mom...I'm pregnant..."
Her words broke apart as she sobbed, right away her mother held her. After a few minutes, Kirby sniffled and wiped her nose with her arm. She felt sick.
"Mom, I can' have a baby...I'm just seventeen, what are people going to think? I mean...it was fucking Charlie...he tried to k-k-kill me..."
Tears rolled down her face before her mother nodded.
"All right, I'll call the doctor and we'll set up an abortion. Nobody has to know honey besides you and me..."
Kirby continued crying she felt as if she was sinking into a dark abyss where nobody could help her. At this exact moment a baby was inside of her, even if it was as tiny as a quarter. Inside her was a little part of her and Charlie. Two teenagers who screwed for a few minutes and it resulted in this. The idea of a baby continuing to grow inside of her made her insides twist. What would people think?
The victim carries a killer's baby...
She could just see the reporters and press, even Gail Weathers would be hounding her. She knew he would be a disappointment and there was no way she could ever bring a child into this world. So was so messed up, she was just a kid, and could barley get past what had happened. She couldn't see herself being a mother, she could barley keep a gold fish alive more than a month. How could she even look that baby in the face...
Charlie didn't deserve for part of him to still live on.
Nodding, she agreed with her mother and went straight to bed once she came home. That night she curled up in the darkness crying, her stomach hurting worse than ever. A million worries and thoughts raced through her mind.
A baby...
No, she knew she couldn't do this.
Charlie was a psycho, she wouldn't allow it even though her memories so badly just wanted to remember how normal and sweet he once was. She knew this wasn't an option, even if she thought about giving the baby up. Would she honestly be able to go through a whole pregnancy at this age and then give the baby up.
Knowing that it existed somewhere...
She knew she wouldn't be able to hide it and this choice was something she would have to live with the rest of her life.
Her mother came in checking on her and asking if she wanted dinner. Kirby said no curled up in bed, listening to her A.C hum loudly. Her mother walked over, gently brushing back her bangs before telling her to relax. That everything would get sorted out. Kirby told her mother she loved her and watched as she walked out and closed the door.
Alone she laid there before grabbing her phone, clicking it on and sorted through her older photos before finding one she took of Charlie in English class earlier that year. She then remembered Charlie and Jill sat next to each other in that class...
A few thoughts entered her mind but she pushed them aside. Instead she stared down at the glowing light her phone gave and down at the photo she had taken. Charlie was leaning against his desk with Robbie who was flipping the camera off. Charlie on the other hand was smiling at her.
She remembered that was a day she she just got the latest I phone and was showing it off, snapping photos of everybody. Charlie was in a dark navy blue button up shirt and jeans. She stared down at the photo and thought to herself...
"His baby is growing inside of me."
Right away she felt sick, clicking her phone off she rolled over and knew the abortion was the right thing to do. She needed this thing out of her right away. For a brief moment she wondered what would have happened if things were different.
What if Jill and Charlie hadn't of done these terrible things...
She wondered if fate would have ended with them all back at her house. Thinking of there were no murders of course not. Everyone would still be alive, and more than likely that fateful night would have just ended with the Stabathon. She could see herself getting a little drunk, staying until dawn and finally giving up around Stab six. She would stumble back to her car and drive back to her house before passing out on her couch. She would call Jill the next morning, asking if she wanted to go out for breakfast and get some much needed coffee for this hangover she had.
The day would come and go and that Monday would roll around and she would go back to class with all her friends as if everything was normal.
She would maybe or maybe not finally give up and just ask Charlie out to the prom. Most likely she would have fun flirting with him back and forth before finally walking up to him after Cinema Club and taking him aside. She knew he would be nervous and stumble over his words, but more than likely say yes while Robbie was creeping around with his web camera.
Would the rest of her senior year be as fun and carefree as she had wondered? Would she had graduated with her friends and maybe a new boyfriend? She honestly didn't know...
Or what if that night had ended a different way, would she have gotten drunk enough at the Stabathon to finally say something to Charlie? Would she drunkenly invite him back to her house? Would they kiss?
She wondered if they would have ever gotten together? Would they have finally slept together? She had to admit, before all of this had happened, Kirby had been sizing Charlie up. Her little crush was developing into something more...
She caught herself staring sometimes, mostly in class or in cinema club. She would stare at his clear face, his thick hair, how casual yet nice he dressed everyday. She would love it whenever he read out loud in class, or sat at their table at lunch. Usually Kirby and him would send each other a few texts a few. Mostly they were forwards from other people, such as alerting when cinema club was, or where they were all meeting after school. Sometimes if something funny in class would happen, Charlie would glance over his shoulder at her and smirk. She would hold back laughing and text something to him and see him hold back from laughing.
Also whenever she was on netflex and wondering what she should watch she would text or instant message him and he would always help her out. They would casually flirt back and forth, and sometimes Kirby would save the text messages. Not even Jill knew about this...
She then wondered, what if everything had happened, but Charlie hadn't been the killer? What if it was Jill or somebody else? Would the two of them still have slept together that night? What if they had both survived? What if he had still gotten her pregnant?
What would his reaction be?
Would he be freaked out? Happy? Scared?
They were both just kids, of course he would be freaked out, even if they survived such a horrible night. She honestly couldn't see anything past her telling him. It was a path that was gray and bury. She couldn't even see his reaction.
What if he had survived, what if Jill hadn't of tried to kill him? Of course they didn't plan on her or Sidney living, so he would get caught. More than likely he would be in prison awaiting trial. Would he ever find out or would she get the abortion before anyone could ever know?
Abortion, there was that word again.
She turned over in her bed sighing and thought what would of happened if so many things were different. Would she ever see him again? What about the pregnancy?
She could see herself for just a brief moment with her mother pushing a stroller and reporters chasing after them, flashing photos and asking what it was like to have the child of a killer? Right away she felt sick. She laid there feeling the beginning signs of heart burn as she gently rubbed her tender stomach. Why was she even going through all these painful thoughts?
Charlie was dead and he had been insane. He had tried to kill her.
She was pregnant and she had a choice, and she had made it.
In a couple of days her mother would bring her to the clinic and it would all be over. She hoped Charlie and Jill were in hell and could see the horrible pain they left behind. She would get rid of the baby, get rid of the last living part of Charlie. She knew in all of Jill and his plans, they didn't count of this.
Neither did she.
Laying there she held back tears before clicking her phone off. She wished she had somebody more than her mother to talk to about this. Laying there she shut her eyes and just wanted to forget it all.
That night she didn't dream at all.
Three days later...
"You okay?"
Kirby had changed into a hospital gown and sat on the table in the doctor's office. Her mother wasn't allowed to stay and would have to wait in the waiting room. She looked lovely in a blouse and slacks, her purse over one shoulder. She was rubbing Kirby's arm.
Kirby looked up before nodding.
"Yeah..."
"Listen honey, this is completely understandable. Nobody is judging is you. This is just between you and me, nobody ever has to know."
"I know mom..."
"Don't worry, once this is over and done with you can finally move on. One day you'll meet a wonderful man and if you want have all the children you want. Right now you're doing a very mature thing. I love you very much okay?"
Kirby nodded holding back tears.
"Does...it hurt?"
"I don't think it's pleasant. But it will be over quick. This doctor is very well respected. You're stepfather is out of town for the next few days, so we'll just buy a lot of ice cream and curl up on the couch. How does that sound?"
Kirby held back from crying and just nodded.
"Okay mom..."
Her mother leaned in kissing her forehead before rubbing her arm once more.
"I'll be right outside okay?"
"Okay."
She watched her mother go and sat on the table feeling completely alone. She stared at the sirups, the equipment, and the machines. It all made her feel sick. Sitting there she knew this was the right thing to do. She was seventeen, and had survived most of her friends being butchered. Her own best friend was the cause of it, and the boy who she liked and had decided to have sex with, the boy who had gotten her pregnant and now here. She hated him for it.
She couldn't have a baby...she had her whole life ahead of her. This was her second chance. She had to do more than what Sidney did. She had to be strong and just try and forget it. She would take this year off and pick up the pieces. Stop feeling sorry for herself and more lucky than anything else. She just had to forget the past.
Jill and Charlie weren't the people she thought they were.
She was a good person despite it all. She had finally grown up, and wasn't in this pretend world anymore. She had gotten attacked trying to honestly save somebody she thought she cared about.
She wasn't a mother, she couldn't go through this knowing that the father of this baby was the same person who twisted a knife into her stomach and called her a stupid bitch. This wasn't the bad seed, but she knew Charlie didn't deserve to have a child. He didn't deserve to have part of him live on.
In just a matter of minuets this would be behind her. The baby, or whatever it was would be dead and she would begin trying to forget and move on.
Just then there was a knock on the door, the doctor and a nurse walked in. The doctor was in his mid fifties with salt and pepper hair. The nurse a chubby kind looking woman.
"Hello Mrs. Reed."
Kirby nervously said hello before the doctor scanned her chart.
"Okay, we just need to check everything and you're blood pressure."
Kirby nodded as the nurse took her blood pressure and listened to her heart. That's when the doctor asked her to lay back down. Kirby took a deep breath and did so, expecting the doctor to ask her to slide down on the table. Instead he opened her gown revealing the scars on her stomach.
"How are these healing up?"
Kirby looked up.
"Um, much better..."
The doctor nodded as Kirby kept her legs together tightly. That's when the nurse brought over what appeared to be a tube of gel. She squeezed some out and smeared it onto her tender stomach.
"Sorry it's cold."
Kirby tried to keep staring at the ceiling.
"That's okay..."
The nurse then wheeled over a machine and placed what appeared to be a plastic handle against her stomach.
"Tell me if I hurt you, okay. There will be some pressure."
Kirby nodded as the nurse moved the paddle back and forth, her and the doctor were blocking her view. The feeling of the plastic paddle going across her stomach made her feel uncomfortable. She laid there before trying to get her breathing under control.
That's when the doctor moved slightly and Kirby saw the screen.
It was black and white and fuzzy, but she saw something, no bigger than a strawberry. It was flicking.
"Is that my baby?"
Kirby asked sitting up, right away the doctor and nurse blocked her view.
"Oh we're just checking things out, you're perfectly okay."
The paddle was removed and the nurse quickly wiped the gel off her stomach. The doctor then asked her to slide down the table as he placed her legs in the sirups. Right away Kirby felt exposed, scared, and more nervous than she ever was.
The nurse showed her the oxygen in case she needed it and held her hand while the doctor slowly explained what he would be doing.
"It's going to feel uncomfortable, and you're going to feel some suction and cramps, but that's perfectly normal..."
Kirby watched as he wheeled over, the table beside him with things she could only begin to list off from the Saw movies. Laying there right away, she thought of what she said.
"Is that my baby?"
Panic entered her and right away she felt terrific.
"No, I can't..."
She quickly sat up, bringing her legs together as she fought back tears. Right away the doctor eyed the nurse who tried to hold her hand again.
"Honey don't be scared..."
"No! Please I don't want to do this, please I want my mother!"
Right away the doctor and nurse exchanged a look before the doctor sat up and cleared his throat saying he would be right back. In a matter of seconds her mother hurried in the room and raced over to her. Kirby burst into fresh tears.
"What is it honey?"
"I...can't d-d-do it! I'm sorry mamma!"
Her mother held her, trying her hardest to sooth her as she petted her hair.
"Shhhh, it's all right honey, it's okay.'
Kirby felt horrible, she knew she should just shut up and let it happen. Once this was over she could just forget about it and start living her life again. But she honestly never felt this way before.
"Is that my baby?"
She just couldn't bring herself to do it. As really really had much to say about pro-life before. Honestly she never cared. She believed in choice, but that was it. Now at this exact moment she knew it wasn't fair.
This baby didn't do anything, it wasn't its fault that the people who made it were fucked up. She hated to hear her own mind say it, but it was true.
Finally her mother gently kissed the top of her head and told her they would figure something out. In a hurry Kirby dressed, feeling embarrassed and beyond emotional. She didn't know if she was being stupid or making the right choice. They hurried out of the clinic and her mother drove to the next town and both went to a small coffee shop at a plaza. They sat in a back table, nibbling on coffee cake and drinking iced tea. Kirby had finally gotten herself under control and had wiped her eyes.
"I'm sorry mom, I don't know what overcame me."
"Were you scared?"
"Sure I was scared, but it was something else...I don't know, I can't explain it."
"So what do you want to do?"
"I know know..."
Kirby rubbed her temples, she had a horrible headache.
"Do you think I'm stupid?"
"No honey, of course not."
"I'm seventeen and pregnant...God I could be on MTV. Or maybe dateline..."
Her mother smirked.
"Maybe adoption?"
Kirby shrugged.
"I guess...oh Jesus mom what am I thinking?"
Her mother reached across and patted her hand as she nibbled on the last of the coffee cake.
"You listened to your heart and you didn't want to go through with this. Now let's be adults and look at our options."
Kirby nodded, she needed this kick in the ass.
"Okay, you don't want to get an abortion. I respect that, I really do. We have the summer house upstate, if you would like so you're not in the spotlight, you could spend the pregnancy there with me..."
"Locked away, out of sight out of mind?"
"That's up to you honey, if you want to spend the pregnancy here that's more than okay. I just need to warn you, if anyone gets wind of it, which they will...it will be made public. They may not know it's Charlies but everyone will have questions."
Kirby nodded as her mom went on.
"Whatever you want we'll start going to the doctor, make sure you're nice and healthy and we'll make the best of it. I can work from home easy and we'll do this together. I'll call my lawyer and I'm sure she'll contact us with the adoption agency. There are plenty of couples out there that can't have a baby. It can be a closed or open adoption...you're taking a year off anyways..."
Kirby felt very overwhelmed, In fact sick to her stomach. She listened as best as she could but this was all life changing news. She sat there as her mother continued talking before looking at her.
"But you need to know now honey, giving the baby up will most likely be the hardest thing you'll ever do. Harder than you think."
Kirby nodded.
"If you want to keep the baby, then we need to sit down and have a long talk your stepfather. We'll always be supportive but you need to understand having a baby changes everything. College might have to wait and everything else. There's no more parties or going out, you're life is all about this baby. Its a responsibility you can't even begin to..."
"Mom please stop."
Her mother looked up at her stunned as Kirby shook her head.
"Mom I'm sorry and I know you're trying to help, my head is just pounding right now. I don't know what to do, I'm so sorry..."
"Its okay Kirby, but we do need to talk about this. Maybe not right now but we really do okay?"
Kirby nodded before her mother gave a soft tired smile.
"All right, let's go home."
Kirby nodded as her mother paid the check and they walked out on that hot summer day. Getting into the car, Kirby glanced down at her flat stomach. If she had indeed gone through with this then, the baby wouldn't be there anymore.
She had made her choice and as much as she now hated Charlie, half of this baby was hers. She didn't exactly know what she as going to do, but the way she loved it is was after the attack, it was unbelievable that she didn't lose it. After all the time in the hospital, the stress, and the depression.
It was still with her.
Sighing she sat back as her mother drove her home, praying she had made the right choice.