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Chapter 12

I sat in silence for the next two days. I would sit for hours counting the days since my last period. It had never been late, but I prayed that this time it was. I couldn't be pregnant. It seemed impossible.

Samneric kept up their frequent visits. They didn't know why I wouldn't talk. They came today with my piece of meat. They looked at me with sympathy, no longer did it seem so harsh to be pitied. It became a normal part of my life.

"Jaycee, you have to talk to us."

"Yeah, I mean we get that you're down"

"But you still talked to us"

"It wasn't until just recently"

"That you decided not to."

"So what's wrong," They said together.

They looked at me for a while then turned to leave. I was as surprised as they were to hear my own voice which stopped their departure, "I think I'm…" I couldn't finish my sentence no matter how hard I tried, "I think I'm, I think I'm, I think I might be…"

"Oh come on."

"You're what, you think you're what."

I looked up at them, tears started flowing from my eyes, I barely managed to stutter out the single word I had been trying to say, "Pregnant."

Both boys exchanged a look. They sat on either side of me and rubbed my arms, "Are you sure Jaycee?"

"Yeah, maybe you're just, err, late."

I laughed humorlessly, "No, I told myself that several times, I've never been late."

"Did you count the days wrong?"

"No, that's what I've been doing for the past two days."

"Well is there anything we can do for you?"

I thought this over for a very long time, "There is one thing."

"What is it?"

"Let me out of here."

They looked at me with big, sad eyes, "Jaycee, you know we can't do that."

"Jack wouldn't think twice before slitting our throats."

I sighed, "Then find Simon and tell him I'm alive."

"Now that, that we can do."

"We'll do it tonight in fact."

"Oh, and we'll try talking to Jack about your release."

I gave them a weak smile, "Thank you." They left.

I found out that night that I didn't need Jack's permission to leave; the ocean had already given me that. I swear, it was like it was trying to tell me I needed to leave, to go find Simon.

The tide grew heavier and heavier, each wave was bigger than the last. I had to stay standing so I would not drown. The water kept coming in, but it had trouble leaving this prison, just as I did. The water was now up to my shoulders. Another wave came. I held my head as high as I could to breath. Thunder sounded and the rain began to poor. Another wave. I kicked myself up off the ground. I could now see over the boulders around me if I could just stay floating.

I swam to the edge and reached up. I pulled myself on top of the rock closest to me. Here I sat panting. I had not realized it before, but I had been holding my breath.

I looked down. The jump was ten to fifteen feet. I hesitated wondering if it would hurt me. No, I didn't really care about me. I wondered if it would hurt the baby. As much as I didn't want it, I wasn't going to hurt it, but it was not wise for anyone to be at this camp.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I jumped. I hit the ground. I landed on my feet but soon collapsed to my knees. I held out my hands. The only injury received was a scrape on my knees.

I looked around me. Everyone at Jack's camp was sleeping. I didn't understand how they could, the thunder was loud and the rain was cold. I guess I just don't understand the way savages work.

I ran into the jungle. I had a pretty good feeling of where I could find Simon. Twigs slapped my face, warning me of the danger I would find if I continued my escape. I ignored the ugly feeling in the pit of my stomach, how could I be safer at Jack's camp? Something else told me that it wasn't me I should be worried for.

I stopped where I was. I estimated being about half way from my destination. I looked to my left and then my right. Jack's camp or the meadow? I sat down and pondered the idea. It made completely no sense to go back where that vile creature could torture me just by being in my presence. But every time I inched closer to the meadow I felt like my heart was being torn from my chest, something was not right. I leaned up against a tree and fell asleep trying to make my decision.

I woke in the early morning. I tested my instincts by walking one way and then the other. No matter which direction I went the uneasy feeling stayed with me. Whatever I was trying to warn myself before, it was too late; the damage was done.

I walked towards the meadow, it was now sunny and the rain from last night left lovely dew over everything around me. I entered the meadow. To my surprise Simon was not here.

I sat down and waited. I waited for a long time. After about a day and a half I grew anxious. Where could Simon be?! The butterflies emerged from the bushes and danced around me. I smacked one away.

"Hey! Don't scare them off!"

I smiled widely. The first serious smile I had had in a long time. I turned around and jumped into Simon's arms. He kept trying to tell me everything that had happened, "Roger told us you drown."

I looked up at him, "I know."

"But then two nights ago Samneric told me you were alive."

"Yup."

"I came to get you, but you weren't at Jack's camp."

"Is that where you've been? I've only been waiting here forever." I half-joked.

"I missed you." He leaned down and gently kissed my lips. I could feel his tongue on my lips. I refused to let him in. I pushed him back.

"Jaycee, what's wrong?"

"Simon, I can't, I don't deserve you." I blinked back the tears.

"Why sure you do. If anything I don't deserve you," he came towards me to finish our kiss. I put my hand to his chest and held him back.

"Simon, I'm not, I'm not… pure anymore. You deserve some one who is, once we get off this awful island, you can have that."

"What do you mean not pure?" A tear fell down my cheek.

"Jack, he, he, he-"

"What Jaycee? What did he do to you?" He looked down at me with concern, but I could only look at myself with disgust.

"When I was over there, it was only for one thing. Jack, he caged me, then one night he came in and he, he" I kept stuttering I mumbled my last sentence, "he raped me." tears started rapidly flowing down my cheeks; it was the first time I said this out loud. "But it's my fault, I could have fought him, but I didn't. I just stayed there."

Simon looked at me and held me close. He embraced me in a hug and whispered calming words. "It's not your fault, he's way bigger than you, there's nothing you could have done." His voice quivered with anger.

I pushed him back so I could look him in his beautiful emerald eyes, "There's something else."

"What is it?"

I looked down in shame, "I'm pregnant."

Simon turned away from my. He muttered words of frustration. After he had calmed down he turned back to me. He put his hands down as if pushing something down, "It's okay, we're going to make it through this." I really wanted to believe him but his voice quavered with uncertainty.

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