A/N: Kay well, these are just little chapters in which we find out what happened to Tawni, among other things. They were too short to put on their own, so I sort of tied them together in the one day.
I'm excited. Next few chapters is some NicoGrady woo hoo! I sorta like writing about Nico and Grady, cause they're the sweetest thing in this story. And what else is in store? Is that a smile i see?
You betcha.
Anyhoo, hope you lot haven't abandoned me and still sorta want to read my writing. If you do, you are the most lovely person in the world.
I have no fox and no internet. I had to beg my mum to let me use her mobile broadband thingeroo. I was desperate, I was like "BUT FANFICTION!"
Sonny sat in her dressing room, Tawni curled up on the seat next to her. Sonny couldn't bare to sit on that couch, not after-
"I'll lose my job, Sonny! This is the end! I've ruined my life. He's ruined my life," Tawni hissed bitterly. "Pregnant! Pregnant at bloody eighteen, Sonny!"
The blond cried. Sonny had a feeling Tawni had been bottling this up for quite a while now. It had been the same night Chad had cheated on her, which Sonny found somewhat ironic and bitter. Tawni had been drunk of her arse, of course, but she hadn't meant to go so far with James Conroy.
"Of course, James Conroy," sighed Sonny once Tawni had told her. Well, it was a little hard to understand with Tawni's words with the constant sobs erupting from her throat.
Everything had made sense then, though. The signs were so obvious Sonny was surprised she hadn't figured it out. Suddenly, she felt guilty for not being there for her sort-of-maybe-kind-of friend.
"It's not the end of your life, Tawni. It's the start of someone else's," Sonny mumbled, for she couldn't think of anything else to say.
Tawni glared at Sonny. Clearly, it hadn't been a good thing to say. "What are you going to do, then?" Sonny asked instead.
"I haven't thought about it, honestly. I don't want it- I don't want him inside of me. He's a sick bastard, James Conroy. But I could never ever a- ab-" Tawni choked on the word. Sonny slapped her hand over Tawni's mouth.
"You don't have to say it."
Tawni's eyes gleamed with the next lot of tears threatening to fall. She looked horribly pale, and breakable. It was the side of Tawni Hart Sonny would've never thought she'd see.
*
Sonny followed Tawni to commissary silently. Because although Sonny was rather broken herself right now, Tawni's problem was bigger. Tawni's problem was breathing, living, and growing apparently.
"I'll be going up in dresses sizes, soon," Tawni whispered, her eyes haunted. "The costume people will know straight away. They'll tell Marshall, who'll let it slip accidently to Mr Condor, who'll have me packing the second he finds out."
"Don't be so damn pessimistic," had been Sonny's helpful reply. Though, she couldn't really see anything positive about this situation at all. Maybe once upon a time, she would have said something like, "But think of how beautiful he'll be!"
But not now. There was nothing optimistic left in plastic, fake Hollywood now.
Sonny's throat and stomach burned at the smell of the Mackenzie Falls' food. It was mouth-watering. It might have been a miracle from God himself.
Sonny could taste the calories on her tongue.
She could breathe them. Was that possible? Surely, the calories must sneak through your nose unsuspectedly, making you gain weight.
Sonny's head swam as she remembered all those times she'd inhaled at the sweet scents around her. Was that why she was so fat?
Feeling horribly overwhelmed, Sonny sucked in one last breath and fled the room. Tawni watched her go, confused.
Chad was standing behind the now pregnant blond, a steak in hands. Tossing it to Tawni, Chad sprinted after Sonny. He was beginning to understand this a little more.
*
Screams echoed down the hallways. Chad's breathing was heavy and unsettled. Sonny let out another ear-piercing cry before throwing a dress across the room.
"So fucking fat," she sobbed.
Chad watched her from the crack in her door, his heart hammering. This wasn't Sonny Munroe, and she hadn't been Sonny for a long time.
Sonny's legs finally gave way. She sunk to the floor, her hair sticking to her pale face. She was gasping for air, staring down at her legs in front of her.
Panting, the brunette crawled from her spot to the bathroom, not bothering to shut the door. Chad grimaced as he heard the unmistakable sound of Sonny bringing all her food back up – even though there wasn't any food to reproduce anyway. She hadn't eaten since Monday, and it felt so good.
Chad was stuck on what to do. Go in and confront her? What would she do then? Surely this wasn't all about food. There had to be more.
The lines of reality blurred, and Sonny couldn't tell what was there and what was not. "You're disgusting," she whispered to herself, half-unconscious.
After a long pause, in which Chad was almost certain Sonny had fallen asleep, he crept in and nestled her into his arms.
It was a hard thing to watch a girl like Sonny Munroe break down. It went against everything that the world was.
Chad put her down gently on a couch, throwing a blanket over her shivering body. It wasn't even cold.
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Much love and affection, LivingInImaginary
