Ah, another filler chapter. So sorry. So we're on chapter 7 and the story is still on day 1? I'm not sure if that is a good thing or a bad thing. At least in about a chapter or two, there will be a time skip...
There was a knock on the door. For a second, I contemplated opening it, but then I decided that I didn't want to see anybody and rolled away so I was facing the wall opposite the door. I hoped that whoever was knocking would leave. No such luck.
The door creaked open, "Claire?" Eve called in softly, obviously trying not to upset me. I didn't move, I just stayed facing the wall.
"What did it say?" I wanted to cry. I wanted to tell her that it was positive and turn around and hug her and cry more. But Kim's words rang firmly in my head: I'll kill the baby and you. Then Shane. Maybe Eve or Michael next. Or your parents... The possibilities are endless. How could I tell them what was going on and how I was feeling without giving Kim the chance to ruin me? I couldn't.
I felt a single tear drip down my face. I didn't wipe it away, I just let it fall. I sniffed and curled up in a ball. I heard Eve creep quietly up to the bed and sit down beside me. She took a deep breath in and put a hand on my back.
"It was positive, wasn't it?" My heart sunk. Had she figured it out? Was it really that obvious. Wait! Would Kim know about this? She had cameras, she probably would. Eve would be in danger if she knew. What could I do now? Damnit, Claire, think!
"Oh, Claire," Eve soothed, "We'll all be here for you, and you know Shane will love you no matter what anyway,"
"No," I snapped.
"What?"
"It was negative. I'm not pregnant. There's nothing to worry about," My voice was blank and monotone, and for a second, I wondered if Eve truly believed me.
"Oh," She gasped, "Sorry, I just assumed. I thought you- Shane said you were angry and I thought that meant- Never mind." I rolled over to look at her blushing red through her heavy make-up, and I smiled at her. Then I sighed. Momentarily, I had forgotten about snapping at Shane. A wave of guilt rushed over me. I had been pretty rude to him.
"I guess I should apologise to him, huh?"
"Yeah..."
I nodded at Eve and swung my legs over the side of the bed and walked out. Eve smiled out me and disappeared into Michael's room. I watched her go before knocking on Shane's door. I leaned weakly against the door and knocked again.
"Go away Claire..." He mumbled through the door. His voice was rough and his efforts to sound angry couldn't cover the hurt in his voice. I'd never treated him like that before.
"I just want to talk,"
"The only thing that would make this better is for you to leave me alone," He mimicked what I'd said to him before. Ouch, I thought before mentally adding, I deserved it though.
I sighed and put my face to the door, my voice coming out weak and desperate, "Please?"
The door swung open and Shane stood in the frame staring at me. His face was blank and emotionless but his eyes told me another story...
"I'm sorry," I whispered and a tear rolled down my cheek. I saw him crack slightly at that, his love for me radiating out. He sighed and pulled me in to a hug, resting my face on his chest. He pulled me into the room and I kicked the door shut behind me, pushing my lips onto his. He deepened it and for a minute we were intertwined with each other, both of us connected for a second, feeling nothing but raw passion and our emotions.
He pushed me down on the bed and started to kiss down my neck. He was mid-kiss when I felt my stomach turn like I was going to throw up again. I shoved Shane off of me and sat up straight quickly. I rested my head in my hands and took deep breaths, hoping that I wouldn't vomit in front of Shane again.
I felt a hand start massaging my neck, "You okay, Claire?"
"I still feel a bit sick," I admitted honestly, although the nauseous feeling was passing now.
"Maybe you should see a doctor, Babe?" He offered, planting gentle kisses on my neck.
"No!" I burst out quickly, almost too quickly. Shane gave me a concerned look so I carried on, "I mean- I just really hate hospitals, not because I'm sick,"
Shane smiled and visibly relaxed, "Don't worry babe, I get it. They aren't nice places. It's probably just a bug and it'll pass but if you get worse, I'm taking you,"
I nodded, "Okay," I shot him a quick, reassuring smile and then lay down on the bed next to him, sinking into his warmth. We both lay there for a while until I felt his breaths even out and his tight grip on me loosened
I felt a tear roll down my cheek. Damnit, I thought, I'll have to stop crying. It felt like I had spent the whole day crying. In fact, I pretty much had. I didn't know if it was hormones or just the generally overwhelming feeling of the situation but as I settled off to sleep, I felt it all disappearing, if only for a few seconds. This was nice - no worries, no heartbreak.
I buried my face into Shane's chest and sighed exhaustedly. My hand dropped for a second to my still-flat stomach. I couldn't help but imagine what it would have been like in 9 months time. I shook those thoughts away, I couldn't get attached.
I looked down at Shane. He was so peaceful in his sleep, his features angelic and boy-ish. What have we gotten ourselves into? Whether I managed to somehow deceive Kim and keep the baby or if I got an abortion, one thing was for sure: our lives would never be the same.
