Hey everyone, I know that this is an old chapter but the end of it just bugged the living crap out of me. I literally lost sleep over this chapter.
I changed it to be way more realistic and less stupid, so, here you go.
A new chapter will be up real soon, but it might just be a flashback filler. I'm sort of stuck where to go next, so if you have any ideas, PLEASE share it with me.
Anton stared at me with confusion written all over his face.
"I, uh…what?" I've never seen him speechless before. I' would have laughed by butt off if it wasn't for the serious situation.
"Please Anton; remember when I was …raped? What if he got me pregnant?" I was on the brink of crying my eyes out and my breathing sped up. I saw Anton lean against the door frame and put a hand to his forehead.
"What…about last night?" I gasped in shock, how could I forget about last night?
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After about five minutes of silence, Anton left me alone to probably go to his study to let this all sink in. I found an unopened toothbrush and I washed the disgusting taste of bile out of my mouth. What if he was right? What if he had gotten me pregnant? But that doesn't make any sense. I mean, I wouldn't get sick only a day after being pregnant, right?
After I was done, I decided to go lay down again. Geez, I've been laying down for so much time I'll probably get bed sores or something. I fell into sleep quickly after.
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"Reneta dear, wake up." I opened my eyes to the whispers and saw him kneeling down next to the bed.
"Ugh, how long have I been out?" He smiled and put a hand up to my face.
"Only about 10 or so minutes." I sighed.
He went over and picked up something off the back of the chair. It was a simple, black satin dress that had a bow underneath the bust.
"I just guessed the size, so you'll have to try it on. But I'm sure that it will fit fine." I smiled and sat up, leaning against the headboard.
"Thank you so much Anton, for everything. I mean, first you saved me and now you're buying me clothes. Where'd you find that anyway? It's really cute." I got out of the bed and wrapped my arms around him.
"It's actually from a little boutique very close to here. I passed it on the way to the drugstore and I just thought it seemed like you." He turned away and grabbed a small box out of a plastic bag.
"I…also got you this." I looked at the box he handed to me, it had a complicated medicine word on the front and I just looked up at him.
"It's day after pills, I thought it would be the safest route for both of us." I frowned at the thought of killing something that could possibly be living inside of me, but he was right, it was for the best for both of us. Besides, it's not like I could keep the baby if I had one, I'm only 15 years old! Imagine what my parents would say…Never mind, I don't want to imagine that.
"Thank you…" I looked down and set the box on the table. Then I walked up to him and just leaned my head against him.
"You do know Reneta that even if you were pregnant, you wouldn't be feeling any signs of it for another few weeks. So I think it's just stomach sickness. So I bought you some ginger ale." He handed me a glass bottle.
"Heh, no more wine for you. Your probably not used to it." I shrugged.
"My parents let me have it only on special occations, but I do drink it." Anton patted my back and led me back to the bed.
"Then it must just be stress." I was about to cuddle back into the sheets until a thought went through my mind.
"Anton, I probably should get home so that my parents don't start to worry. Even though I don't want to." He nodded.
"You're probably right. How about you put on that dress and we'll head down to my car." I smiled and nodded as he stepped out of the room.
I got up, slipped the dress over my head, it fit perfectly, took the pills with a swing of ginger ale.
The bubbly liquid already made my stomach feel better and I headed downstairs.