Nine Months of Hell Chapter 11
Randy's POV
'Hello' I answer the phone.
'Hi, is Lauren there?' asks a male voice on the other end of the line.
'No, she's moved. Can I take a message?' I ask.
'Yeah, tell her she needs to call Allan Davidson' the guy responds.
'And who might you be?' I inquire.
'I'm her boyfriend. Who are you?' the guy named Allan asks.
'Well, you're mistaken. I'm her boyfriend. Although I'm not proud of it, I'm the one responsible for her being pregnant' I explain.
'No, that's me. She told me that I got her pregnant' Allan insists.
'Really. So when was it that you had sex with her then?' I ask, ready to prove this SOB wrong about being the kid's dad.
'Late February' answers Allan.
I hang up before I let myself respond to that last comment.
So if Allan had sex with her in late February, then that means he could be the kid's father. But, I had sex with her in late February too, so it could be my child. Either way, it sounds like Miss Lauren has some explaining to do, not only to me, but to Mr. Allan too.
I decide to go over to Wilson's house and talk to her.
Again I debate whether or not I should knock on the door, or ring the doorbell that works only part of the time. And again, I'm nearly knocked down, but this time by Wilson.
'Well heidi ho there Taylor teen' greets Wilson.
'Hi Wilson. I'm just on my way over here to talk to Lauren' I explain.
'She's up in her room' Wilson says.
'Okay, thanks' I say, entering the house through the back door.
As I walk up the stairs, I debate on what I should say to Lauren.
I knock on her door, still having no idea how to even broach the subject.
'Come in' she hollers.
I do so.
'Oh hi Randy. How are you today?' Lauren asks genially.
'Not so good. I just got a phone call for you' I say, pausing for effect.
'Who was it?' she asks innocently.
'It was from an Allan Davidson' I say as I watch a look of horror come over her face when she hears me say that.
'He did. So what did he say?' asks Lauren.
'Oh he just said that you need to call him' I reply.
'Oh, okay. Well thanks for letting me know' Lauren smiles. I can tell by the look in her eyes that she hopes I'll be leaving soon. I don't.
'That's all he said initially. He also said that he was your boyfriend' I say.
'Well, he was before I met you' says Lauren.
'Then he told me something very interesting. He said that you had told him you was pregnant. And that you had told him that he was the father of your child' I say damningly.
'Uh…well…Randy, I can explain' Lauren says hurriedly.
'And I'm dying to here you do so' I say with a fake smile.
'I told him before I told you, but then I realized that I'd had sex with him too early for him to be the father' Lauren explains, as if the answer were as simple as pie.
'Yeah, about that. What happened to "Oh, I don't want to have sex until I'm married"?' I ask provokingly.
Lauren just sighs.
'So you did have sex with him then?' I inquire.
Another sigh.
'Damn it, Lauren, I just want to know who really, honestly is the father of this child' I say, borderline shout.
'You. You are Randy. That's the honest to God truth' she says.
'How can I be sure?' I question.
'You just have to have faith in me. You have to believe me' Lauren says, looking at me with big puppy dog eyes.
'Lauren, don't give me that puppy dog face. I'll support you no matter whose kid it is, I just want to know so I don't deceive the poor kid. He/she deserves to know who his/her father really is' I say sympathetically.
'So you're not upset with me?' she asks, once again giving me the puppy dog eyes.
'Hell yes I am. I'm mad because that jackass Allan David or whatever his name is thinks he's the kid's father. Oh, and by the way, you will be telling him he isn't and I will be reminding him who your boyfriend is' I state.
'Randy. I did have sex with Allan Davidson. I didn't want to. He made me. I wasn't even interested in him. Ever.' Lauren says. 'Don't tell anyone' she adds.
'So...so...this guy raped you?' I ask in shock.
'No, he was right, I did kind of have it coming to me' says Lauren sounding embarrassed.
'If he made you have sex, and you didn't want to, that's rape, Lauren' I say, my blood starting to boil.
'Don't tell anyone yet. I'll...I'll tell dad sometime tomorrow' she says.
'Why have you waited for four months?' I ask in disbelief.
'I didn't really think of it as r-r-rape until you talked to me about it' Lauren says, starting to cry a little bit now.
'If you don't tell your dad, I'm telling my parents, understand?' I say.
The Next Day
'Randy, why don't you run next door and see if Lauren and Wilson would like to go to church with us?' mom commands.
Even though I'm not really all for sitting in a church, and she knows it, mom still makes me go sometimes anyways.
I walk around the fence to Wilson's house and use the knocker to knock on the door. Lauren answers the door.
'Hey Lauren, I just wanted to find out if you and Wilson wanted to go to church with us today' I say.
'I can, I don't think dad will want to though' she says.
'Okay, just come on over in about 15 minutes then. That's when we'll be leaving' I explain.
A Little Later After Church
Randy's POV
'So, that was an interesting sermon. What'd you think Randy?' asks Lauren once we get home.
'It was okay. I don't know if I agree with everything that was in there. Like that about God's Perfect Sex Plan. I mean, I agree with someone being monogamous, married, and married for life, but not with heterosexual. I mean, I'm not homosexual, but there's nothing wrong with people who are homosexual. God made them homosexual, so I think it's a little hypocritical to say that part of God's perfect sex plan is being heterosexual. That kind of thing just pisses me off to no end. Just because someone is gay doesn't mean that they're different or that they should have to spend an eternity in hell' I say, getting rather hot under the collar.
'I agree' Lauren says simply, making my response to her question seem like a thesis.
'So, what do you want to do now?' I ask Lauren.
'I was actually hoping that maybe you could come over and spend the day with dad and me' Lauren says, pleading with me.
'Okay. And what would I be doing?' I inquire.
'I don't know. Just hanging out, playing games, you know, that type of thing' replies Lauren.
'Sounds good to me, let me just tell mom, and remind her that Wilson, I mean your dad, will be there supervising the entire time' I smile.
'Okay. Just come on over and let yourself in. I'll tell dad that you're coming' Lauren says, getting up from the porch swing.
I get up as well, and walk inside where mom is nursing a blueberry muffin and a cup of Candy Cane Lane tea. I don't know how she can drink that stuff in the middle of June.
'Hey mom, is it alright if I spend the day over at Wilson's?' I ask.
'Doing what?' she replies, not missing a beat.
'Just hanging out with Lauren, that kind of thing. Don't worry, Wilson will be there the whole time to supervise' I add before she can even ask.
'It's fine by me. Just be back over here for dinner at 6:15' mom says, grabbing the morning paper.
I walk back around to the other side of the fence. I just walk right in like Lauren told me to do, but I don't see her or Wilson anywhere.
At first that seems kind of odd, but then I remember how big of a house this actually is.
'Wilson! Lauren!' I call out on my way to the living room.
As I enter the living room, I nearly trip over something. It's a bloody baseball bat. This should've concerned me, but Wilson's been our neighbor long enough that it doesn't. Then I see the front door hanging wide open. I walk outside and check around the front yard, to see if someone's outside in the front yard. Nope.
Now I run back through the house, around the fence, and inside our house where mom is still sitting and drinking her tea.
'Mom, come over here. You need to come over here now' I say, out of breath.
'What? What's going on?' she asks.
'Wilson and Lauren aren't there, and there's a bloody baseball bat in the living room, and the front door is standing wide open' I say in a panic.
Hearing this, she runs ahead. When she arrives there, the bloody baseball bat is still laying in the middle of the floor, and the door is still open. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a figure dart across the yard. Damn! The person must've heard us coming. I run outside, hoping to catch a glimpse of who it is, but I'm too late. I come back sinside, and look around at the scene with mom.
'I have to tell you something mom. I think this could have something to do with Lauren and Wilson not being here. Yesterday, I talked to Lauren and she said that some guy named Allan Davidson had raped her back in February. See, this guy called our house yesterday, claiming to be Lauren's baby's father. I told him that I was the father, then he got really ticked off, and hung up. Lauren just hadn't told anyone about the rape until she told me, because she hadn't even though of it as rape until she talked it out with me yesterday' I say, rushing through everything as if some big dam in my mouth that was holding back words busted.
Mom just looks at me in pure terror.
Then I realize, Oh God, I could be responsible for this. If either of them winds up dead, I would responsible.
A/N: So, who's the one that's hurt? Lauren or Wilson? Just keep reading to find out.
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BTW, the reason I'm doing a mass update of my stories is today I have to have surgery performed on my nose, so I won't feel like writing or updating for at least a week, probably closer to two.
-Yours truly, Randy Taylor
