WARNING: There is one use of strong language in this chapter. Consider yourselves warned.

Later on in the evening, Will arrived home from work.

'Gracie? You home?' Will yelled as he entered his apartment.

'Hey, I'm only here! No need to shout.' Grace said sarcastically, popping up from behind the kitchen counter.

'Did you find out what was wrong with Olivia?'

'Yes but I can't tell you.' Grace answered.

'Why not?'

'Because I can't.' Grace said. 'She asked me not to say anything so I'm not going to say anything. Even to you.'

'Wow, this must be big.' Will noted. After thinking for a few minutes Will blurted out: 'Is she pregnant?'

'Hey, I'm not gonna tell you anything so you'd be just as well not even asking.' Grace said, after the initial shock of Will guessing right passed.

'Okay.' Will reluctantly agreed. 'But you know something, and I know that you know something huge. I can tell.'

'Well you'll find out something soon.' Grace said quietly.

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It was the next morning. Not that Olivia had slept much during the night. She was too nervous about what she had to do today. How the hell do you tell someone you're pregnant with their child when you're both only fourteen? Resigning to the fact that she wasn't going to sleep at all, Olivia got out of bed to get ready.

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Picking out outfits for everyday was usually one of Olivia's strong points. But today wasn't a normal day, was it? After much deliberation, Olivia decided on simply her favourite T-shirt and pair of jeans. It was only when the jeans and top felt tight when she noticed the small bump forming. It brought a smile to her face. Then she felt even more nervous that she had, knowing what she was just about to leave her house to do.

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The journey by herself to Queens was long, boring and nerve racking. Olivia spent the whole time going over what she was going to say, how she was going to say it. As much as she thought it through, she knew that the confession wouldn't go according to plan. Something like this never went according to plan.

Attempting to knock on the door, Olivia noticed that her hand was shaking violently. But she knew she couldn't back out of this. This had to be done.

The few seconds waiting for the door to be answered seemed to last for hours, and once the door was opened, the real fear took its effect.

'Um… Olivia, hi.' Elliot answered the door.

'Um… can I come in?' Olivia asked, trying to hide the nerves in her voice.

'Um… sure.' Elliot led Olivia into the house. 'What's up?'

Olivia panicked, but she knew the best thing to do would be to just get it over with. Taking a deep breath and trying to stop herself from vomiting, she blurted it out. 'I'm pregnant.'

'Wh—wh—wh—what?' Elliot stuttered.

'Um… where's your bathroom?' Olivia said, covering her mouth. Elliot didn't answer. 'You know what? I'll find it myself, but if I throw up over your floor, you're the one who'll have to clean it up.'

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She didn't just say that. That can't be possible. She can't… she just… no that's impossible I didn't just hear that. This is all a nightmare. Wake up Elliot, wake up. For the love of God wake up.

That vomiting doesn't sound healthy. Should I make sure she's okay? What, are you nuts? You can't do that. You don't want anything to do with her… or it, do you? Right. You want her out of here as soon as possible. You want her to get rid of it, don't you? You've got your whole life ahead of you. You can't be tied down with a kid, not at your age. So as soon as she get out of that bathroom, your getting rid of her… and it.

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'I want you out of here. Now.' Elliot said sternly as soon as Olivia walked out of the bathroom.

'What?'

'I want you to get out.' Elliot said just as harshly. 'And I want you to have an abortion.'

'Excuse me?' Olivia said, horrified at this comment.

'Yes. I would like you get rid of it.'

'I can't do that!' Olivia yelled. 'It's vile… it's immoral. I can't just kill my child!'

'Then I want nothing to do with you or it.'

'You know what? This is all too easy for you!' Olivia yelled. Her blood was boiling. 'You can just walk away from all of this. You don't have to be involved with your child if you don't want to. But where does that leave me?' Olivia shouted. 'I don't exactly have much of an option.'

'Hey, I just suggested-'

'And I told you exactly how I felt about that.' Olivia said quieter than the things she had been saying before. She was trying to calm herself down. 'You know what?' She said quietly. 'My child doesn't deserve to have you as a father. If you want to kill them, then he or she is better off without you.' Olivia turned, and walked towards the door.

'You know what? I don't care.' Elliot yelled at her.

'Go to hell.'

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Olivia stormed into the Walker penthouse, tears rolling down her face.

'Hey Liv. What's wrong?' Mason asked.

'Leave me alone!' Olivia snapped.

'Please tell me what's wrong. You've been weird for weeks! Where were you? Who's upset you?'

'Mason will you just… fuck off and leave me alone!' She yelled, slamming her bedroom door shut.

'Whoa…' Mason said, shocked at her aggression.

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'Hey Elliot.' Elliot's mother Bonnie arrived home from her work. 'How was your day?'

Elliot was sitting on a couch, staring into space.

'She's pregnant… she's… she's… and I told her to get rid of it.' Elliot muttered almost incoherently.

'Elliot, what the hell are you talking about?'

'I told her to kill our child.'

'Elliot, who the hell did you get pregnant?' Bonnie said angrily.

'I can't believe what I've done.' Elliot said.

'Yeah, you don't say.' Bonnie said sarcastically.

'If she does what I told her to do I'm gonna kill myself.'

'Elliot, who?'

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Olivia had been sobbing in her room for the past hour. Stan had arrived home from a business meeting. Mason had filled him in about what happened when Olivia had arrived home, and Stan was extremely concerned.

'Liv, honey, open the door.' Stan said, knocking on his daughter's bedroom door.

'Dad, just leave me alone.' Olivia answered, trying to stifle her sobs.

'I know you don't cry alone in your room unless something's really bothering you. Tell Dad.'

'You're gonna kill me.' Olivia hesitantly said.

'I promise I won't. Just tell me what's wrong so I can make it better.'

Olivia knew that now would be just as good a time as any to tell the truth. 'As long as you promise not to kill me.'

'I promise again not to kill you.'

'I'm pregnant, Dad.'

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'Hey Jack. What's wrong?' Will asked as Jack entered his and Grace's apartment, noticing the confused expression on Jack's face.

'I've just had Elliot's mother on the phone.' Jack said. 'She said that Elliot's got some girl pregnant.'

'Oh my god.' Will said, shocked. 'Who?'

'I don't know.' Just as Jack said that, Grace entered the apartment, struggling to carry bundles of fabric.

'What's going on?' Grace asked.

'You remember Jack's son, Elliot?' Will asked.

'Um… no.' Grace said sarcastically.

'Well, he's got some girl pregnant.' Will continued.

Grace immediately put two and two together and blurted out: 'Oh my god. He's the one that's got Olivia pregnant.'

'What?' Jack and Will asked simultaneously.

'Oh shit.'

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'I'm sorry.' Stan said. 'Did you just say that you were pregnant? That's impossible. You're fourteen.'

'One. I know my age. Two. It's not impossible. It's true.' Olivia sarcastically said.

'Well, you are getting rid of it, right?'

'Why the hell does everyone either ask me to or assume that I am going to kill my child?' Olivia yelled.

'Because you're a fourteen year old kid and you can't handle having a kid.'

'How the hell do you know that?' Olivia shouted furiously. 'Why does everyone assume that because I'm so young I can't handle responsibility? Why can't people accept that I want to keep my baby?'

'I'm not giving you the option. You are going to have an abortion. I'll drag you down to that clinic kicking and screaming if I have to.'

'Okay. I'm out of here. And I'm not coming back.' Olivia said. 'If you kill my kid, you kill me.'

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Karen sat in her new apartment, oblivious to the drama of that day. When there was a soft knock at the door, she got up to answer it.

'Olivia honey, what's wrong?' Karen noticed that her stepdaughter's eyes were red and puffy. She had obviously been crying.

'I'm pregnant. My dad wants me to kill my child, so I ran away.'

'Oh my god.' Karen muttered. 'Honey, you look tired. Why don't you come in and go to sleep.'

Olivia nodded.

Karen wanted to know what had happen, but she knew that since Olivia was pregnant, she needed her rest. So, she would wait until tomorrow to find out the details.

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A/N: Hope you enjoy! Thank you to everyone who reviewed the last chapter. Enjoy! I apologise to anybody who might be angered by the use of language in this chapter. All I have to say is try to see it from Olivia's point of view. She's mad. Of course she's going to snap. That's the way I justify it. Anyway, enjoy!