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Author's Note: Please be warned, this chapter is handling some mature items and has a bit bad language.

SnoopGirl69: It's not easy to see the killer smile of a dark man in the darkness :-)

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BonesDBchippie: I was sure you would pick up the hint. And I try to be a good girl and give you answers in this chapter.


---Chapter Seven: Tempe's Story---

Brennan made an uncertain face. "I can not." Both fell quite, Angela waiting for Brennan to speak again. Blue eyes starred at the ceiling, Tempe biting her lip. Finally she sighed and said: "But I'll tell you a story to make you understand."

"Okay." Relaxing a bit more but keeping her eyes on her friend Angela waited for her to start talking.


It was spring 1994 and only a few weeks before the end of summer term at the college. The girl had shoulder-length brown hair and was thin, her face pale from studying too much. Tonight would be the last big party before everyone would sit down and start studying for the final exams. Corinne, an older girl from her dorm, had told her to come to this party, that it would be fun and she shouldn't miss this chance. Even some boy out of her chemistry course had asked her if she was coming.

That was why she was standing dressed up, with high heels normally deeply hidden in her closet and a top that showed just enough to leave the rest to the imagination, in front of the house. Corinne had promised her to provide transportation and was standing next to her, waiting for Corinne's boyfriend and his car.

Finally they arrived at the party location. The crowd was already in high spirits, dancing and drinking unidentifiable liquids out of plastic cups. Corinne somehow got drinks for them all and then she was gone.

The girl watched the action for some time. She wasn't comfortable with the situation, there were too many people for her liking, but she couldn't leave again, could she? Then she started to see some people she knew from courses, most of them a few years older than her as she was the youngest in most of her courses.

"Hi Bobby!", she smiled at him.

He took a tiny moment to realize who had spoken to him. Then his eyes drank in her appearance, widening when he saw that her black top had net-openings showing some white skin between her breasts and most of her back. "You look good, baby. Can I get you some more to drink?"

"Yes, that would be nice." Sheepishly she grinned, not used to get compliments.

A moment later he was back, handing her another cup with fruits and a dark red liquid inside. "Here, have some wine cooler."

"Thanks."

He waited for some time, watching her drinking and eating the spiced fruits, making small talk with her. He can see that she's not used to the alcohol and is starting to laugh out loud. Good.

"Do you want to dance?"

Eagerly she nodded, throwing her arms around his neck. He got near her, bodies rubbing at each other. It was hot, she could feel her head swimming when his hand rubbed along her spine, finally landing on her ass and squeezing a bit. She started to purr, rocking her hips against his.

Then the song ended and he stepped back a bit. "Some more wine cooler?"

Fanning some air on her hot face she nodded. Her conscience told her to stop but it was too good to listen to it. Sipping her drink, she laughed some more with Bobby, aware of his hand on her backside and enjoying it. It was a good feeling, to be appreciated and the only woman he had eyes for.

"I need some fresh air. Do you come with me?"

He led her from the room, out into the darkness. Stars were blinking at the sky, she could easily recognize the big saucer. It was still fresh outside, and she began to shiver, her top damp from the dancing.

"You want to go inside again?" he asked while placing his hand on her lower back and caressing her.

"No, not really." She smiled and pressed her body against his warm one, clearly enjoying his presence.

"We could sit in my car for a while", he suggested and led her to a Volkswagen.

Sliding in the backseat he began to finger her breasts, getting bolder as she didn't push him away. One movement led to another and soon they both were breathing heavily. The windows went fogged and the world was forgotten.

Some time later they redressed and went back in.

She met him a few times in the following weeks, but studying for her exams was way more important for her than Bobby. And this attitude seemed to fit him.

Exam week was only a few days away when she became sick one morning. She didn't think about this as there were her last lectures in two courses that day and she needed to ask her teachers about some inexactly information she had found while studying.

But when it happened again the next day, she began to think. It had to be a coincidence that she felt sick in the mornings, most probably it was stress related. But lying to herself was very hard, her knowledge about the human body too well to make her mind rest. She began to check her calender, but being late or missing one period was normal for her. And she had used condoms with Bobby.

What made her really think was missing class. That was something she could not afford, not if she wanted to finish college with this semester after only two years. And she wanted to finish here and start university after the holidays. She should take a test, give her mind the peace of certain knowledge.

But she dreaded the results. What if she really was pregnant? She had a small inheritance, some money left by her parents and grandfather. It would be enough to get through university if she could work during the holidays. And if she was fast. But she could learn fast and work only if she was alone, if there was no child to look after.

Every morning felt like a step further down towards hell. She didn't believe in the traditional Christian hell, but was there a better word for a place without any hope?

Saturday before exam week she finally took a test. Waiting the time until she could read the result was nerve-wrenching. She still hoped that it was only a kind of flu or something, even if she knew deep down what it looked like. Then it was time to check the test stripe. The control window showed a fat pink strip. Okay, the test had worked. And the test window?

Breathing deep she she closed her eyes and opened them again. Pink stripe. Positive. Pregnant. Her legs were no longer able to carry her weight and she slid to the floor. Hot tears fell down from her blue eyes and she felt like reading her own death sentence.

Hours later she had put herself back together. She had to speak to Bobby, somehow she hoped he had an answer she herself couldn't think of. Finding him was not too difficult, as it was Saturday before exam week he was studying himself.

"I need to speak with you", she announced, stumbling into his dorm room.

"Gee, girl, I'm studying." He yelled back, clearly not amused about being interrupted.

"It's urgent."

This finally made him look up and take in her appearance. Red eyes swimming with more tears, the face puffy and looking absolutely miserable.

He signed, turning his chair around and gesturing for her to sit.

"Bobby, I'm..." She swallowed and began again. "It's... I'm... There... I'm pregnant."

His eyes went round. For a few seconds silence filled the room, only penetrated by music wafting through the dorm. Then a slash. "Slut!"

Holding her burning cheek she starred at him. "You think I did this on purpose?"

He starred down at his hands, not quite realizing what was happening.

"Can't you see that it's my life that's ruined?" Now she was yelling too.

"Your life?" He sprang up, rummaging through his stuff. Finally he had his wallet and took out some money. "Here, go and let them remove it. And never come back!"

Pushing the money into her hand, he took her arm and shoved her out of his room. She was so confused she didn't fight back, everything was so fast.

Out of the building she started to run, to get away from everything. At first she was so fast she nearly lost her footing a few times, but then she calmed down a bit and jogged. Some time later her feet had brought her down to the river. Standing on the bridge she starred down at the dark water. It would be easy, the water was cold enough to make it quick. She climbed up the balustrade and dangled her legs. Tears flowed over her face, clouding her view.

She didn't know how long she sat there when it started to rain. The cold drops were accompanied by a strong wind. She only realized the change because suddenly a gust made her loose her balance for a second. Panicking she grabbed for the balustrade, grasping hard. The shock brought her thinking back. She didn't really want to fall down and die, did she?

Climbing back onto the bridge and walking slowly to her dorm, she decided that there was no time to go to a clinic before her exams. But it would be the first thing she'd do afterwards.

Finally it was Monday. Armed with water bottle, pencils and cookies she started to write. Remembering, writing and sleeping were the only things she'd do for this week, too occupied to get sick or think about the child inside her. The only moment her mind was working on her personal problem was the second before falling asleep and the thoughts were gone when she woke up again.

She had to pass all tests and exams, every single one counted on her way to university. Finally it was Friday, only one more exam ahead of her. By using the bathroom one more time before the exam started, she noticed that she was spotting. But before she could think about it, the gong starting her writing time ran and she rushed into her chair.

I don't know what happened after the test started. The next think I can remember is waking up in a hospital. Other students told me later that I had lost consciousness and fallen from my chair. The doctor told me that I'd lost my baby. I cried, even if the miscarriage took my problem away. And with the moment I left the hospital, I vowed never to have children. They start to make your life miserable the moment they were conceived. And I stopped crying.


Brennan's voice died down and silence was all over the room.

"You never told me." Angela's voice was soft, a single tear clinging to her eyelashes.

"I never told anybody."

More silence.

"Did you love your baby?"

"More than anything in the world."

Before the next silence could become heavy, soft laughter escaped Brennan's mouth. "I sound really stupid, don't I?"

"No, Sweetie, not stupid. Only lonely."


Now is time to hit the button and tell me what you think about Brennan's story. Could something like this explain her history a bit or do you think it's crap? btw: for this story it is her history :-)