It was November 15th when it happened.

I didn't expect it to happen in such a way, but it did, and it was as if the entire world exploded.

Let me explain:

Ever since Halloween, where the three of us had been trapped in nightmarish realms and could only escape after defeating our most prominent fears, it seemed as if things were looking up. We all felt significantly better than we had in months. We had accepted that everything we had feared wasn't true and it was wildly stupid to think they would ever be.

We were a lot better, so much better. Our relationship between one another was just as childish and innocent as it had been before Ethan became pregnant.

But there was still a small problem...or rather a large one.

I still hadn't told Ethan yet, that I was the second parent. It's not that I was afraid of telling him, I wasn't afraid of telling him anymore. I just thought I could avoid having to admit that I had known for a long while. He had an appointment that Friday, we were going to find out if it was possible to tell who the second parent was. Because if we could, then there was no reason for me to tell my secret, and we could exist as if I had never known.

But that was not the plan.

It was Wednesday, the morning was fairly normal. Ethan was approximately 13 weeks along and he was no longer waking every morning to vomit; thus we were saved a couple minutes of sleep before having to get ready for the day. As usual I was the first one to roll out of the bed and begin getting ready. Going to the bathroom to brush my teeth and comb through my hair, then I ventured back into the bedroom to find my two boys groggily getting ready themselves.

I watched as Ethan took off his shirt to put on the one he had chosen to wear for the day; I felt my eyes widened and my lips curl into a small smile as I realized that his stomach was filled out. He was showing.

"Why are you looking at me like that, Ad?" Ethan wondered as he caught my gaze, pulling down his shirt from over his head.

"You're starting to show," I murmured happily.

Ethan's dark eyes widened, he walked over to the full-length mirror in the furthest corner of the room; he lifted his shirt to just above his stomach and began inspecting his appearance. It was not that big of a difference, you could not see it with his shirt down, but you could see it when he turned to the side.

"If she makes me really fat I might have to throw her away," Ethan decided as he pulled down his shirt and turned towards Benny and I who were getting changed into our daily wear.

"What the fuck ever, Ethan," I laughed, "You are so small and you are probably going to continue to be small for the rest of your life, even after you give birth." I pointed out.

"But isn't that the whole stigma? That 'babies ruin your body'?" Ethan questioned.

"I mean, yes, you can gain a lot of weight while pregnant. However, if you're active and don't overeat, then you should be fine. Not to mention you are young, you have a very high metabolism, and you're also a boy. Biologically speaking, females gain weight more than men." Benny answered before I could. Ethan looked to me for confirmation of this information and I nodded my head.

"You're always going to be cute, E." I murmured; as he came to stand beside Benny and I, I nuzzled my head into his hair for a brief teasing second.

"Whatever you say," Ethan scoffed; rolling his eyes and proceeding to mess up my hair.

The boys went to brush their teeth and comb through their hair; I sat myself on the bed once again. While my hands said I was scrolling through social media on my phone, my mind was somewhere else. I was of course thinking about telling Ethan. My person itched to let him know the truth. Not to mention, Erica was becoming increasingly more upset with me that I hadn't told him yet. But I wanted to wait, I wanted to know if I ever had to tell him my secret, or if it was possible that I could simply hold with me until I ceased to exist upon the Earth.

"Adison!" Ethan's voice broke me from my thoughts and managed to scare me, resulting in me dropping my phone from in my hands onto the floor. Luckily, it did not crack, but a cracked screen would have been the least of my issues after what happened.

"Ha! Wow, it's been a long time since I've been able to scare you like that." the dark-haired boy giggled as he pushed his shoes onto his feet. Benny walking over to where he left his shoes and doing the same thing.

"Well, you know what that means though, payback." I hissed playfully; getting off of the bed and walking past Ethan to playfully aggressively hit my shoulder against his, causing him to fall over a bit. The boys soon followed me out of the room as I made my way down the stairs; Ethan and I grabbed our sacked lunches from mom, said goodbye to our family, and proceeded to leave for school.

The school day was fairly normal, classes were ramping up for our end of the winter semester finals, but being seniors it was not as stressful as when we were freshmen. There was nothing that felt weird about the school, it seemed as if it was going to be a normal day, but of course that was never meant to be a part of the plan for us. That's not what the universe wanted for us.

Ethan and I were simply sitting in our psychology class, listening to Dr. Wright talk about something having to do with how cocaine effects the brain and it's addictive properties. Psychology was quite the interesting class, thus it always seemed to never last that long. Soon enough the bell over our heads rang, signaling it was time to go home for us seniors.

That's when shit went wrong.

I attempted to get up from my chair to exit the classroom, but I was stuck. I watched as other students left the classroom without problem, but I looked to the side of me and was met with a bewildered look from Ethan who also seemed to be glued to his seat.

As soon as all of the other students had filed out of the classroom, I was finally able to spring up from my chair and dart towards the door; the dark-haired boy joined me as we pulled on the handle only to find that we were locked in.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me," I mumbled, looking around for Dr. Wright, but she had seemingly disappeared.

"What the fuck..." I heard Ethan wondered; I turned to see him transfixed on the chalkboard. A single piece of white chalk had animated itself and was now writing on the black surface.

"One of you has a big secret that you need to let out now, or bigger consequences will ensue..." I read to myself as I watched the words materialize on the board.

My heart began to pound against my rib cage, because I knew. Ethan didn't have any secrets, he was never one to keep them, and he surely did not have any now nor would he ever. But I did.

I looked over at Ethan and our eyes met, his dark brown eyes were filled with confusion, and I could not even begin to fake being clueless about the situation.

Suddenly, things in the room began to shift. Bookshelves against the walls had moved closer, the classroom was closing in on us.

"Ah! Adison, what do we do?!" Ethan questioned.

"Well think! Have you not told me anything important in the last year or so?" I hissed panicking. I didn't want to have to tell him. Not now, not ever, I wanted to die with this secret, because I knew it was going to hurt him.

"No! I tell you everything, Adison. I've never kept anything from you." the smaller boy insisted.

I bit down on my lower lip, because of course he didn't have anything to tell me. Ethan probably could not even fashion a lie of a secret, he would never in his life imagine not telling me something. We were best friends.

The sound of desks sliding across the floor brought me out of my thoughts. I looked around to see the walls were increasing in proximity. I then looked at Ethan who was struggling with the door handle in his hands trying to wield it open, but that was not going to work.

I knew I had to tell him, there was no other way around it, whatever higher being was keeping us trapped here was not going to let us out until I said what I knew I needed to say.

"Ethan..." I started, the dark-haired boy turned his attention towards me. His dark brown eyes made my heart leap into my throat. He trusted me so much, and I was about to shatter it to bits.

"It's me, I have the secret." I continued, I watched as Ethan cocked his eyebrows into a confused and cautious expression. But he didn't attempt to speak therefore I finished my speech:

"I'm the second parent, I am the mother of your baby. I have known for about three months now...Erica told me a long while ago." my heart was just about to burst out of my chest it was beating so much. I shut my eyes to avoid looking at Ethan's facial expression.

The room was silent for what felt like an entirety, but then there was the slightest sound of the door creaking. I opened my eyes to see that it was slowly swinging open.

I looked over at Ethan, his dark gaze transfixed on the ground, but from the way his hands balled into fists I knew he was angry.

"E..." I murmured.

He turned on his feet and ran out of the classroom. I too sprinted off after him, I was not far behind his heels. As we made our way down the hall, I caught a glimpse of our friends out of the corner of my eye; I heard Benny and Erica yelp for us, but I didn't stop running after Ethan.

We made our way out of the school building.

"Ethan! Wait!" I cried out, which made him stop in his tracks, and I stopped a few feet behind him. My ears registered the sound of the school doors opening behind me, our friends had joined us to watch my beheading.

"What, Adison?! I don't want to hear anything from you anymore, you selfish bitch." he growled.

The air caught in my throat and it felt as if someone had just cut right into my heart. Ethan had never snapped at me like this before, and he never dared to call me an insult like that not even in a joking manner.

"Hey! What's going on?" I heard Benny shout.

"Shut up, Benny." Erica hissed. She knew what was happening.

"Ethan...I'm sorry..." was all I could manage out.

"Sorry?!" Ethan barked, walking closer to me, "You're sorry?! Do you have any idea how many nights I fucking spent worrying about who the second parent of my kid was? Do you have any idea how much easier it would have been on me if you had told me this when you had first found out? Fuck you, Adison Montgomery." the dark-haired boy snarled. His dark eyes raged with a deadly fire, the kind of fire that swallows everything in its path. It was threatening to swallow me.

There was a part of me that wanted to fight Ethan, that wanted to yell at him in the same way that he yelled at me. But that was an older part of me, a part I was desperately trying to bury amongst other bad habits and personality traits I owned.

I opened my mouth to say something, probably something along the lines of how sorry I was, but before I could speak I felt a sharp impact against my right cheek.

Ethan had full-on slapped me.

The impact of his hand against my cheek was in fact so hard that it knocked my glasses clear off my face. My hands flew to the stinging sensation in my cheek and cupped my face as if that would help the pain. I looked up to still see Ethan's slightly blurry face, but instead of anger I saw shock.

"Ethan! What the fuck?!" I heard our friends shout, everything was a blur, but one moment I felt someone's hands on my shoulders. Then I saw what I assumed to be Benny standing in between Ethan and I. There were voices, but they were muffled in my ears as they were ringing.

I knew what I needed to do.

I needed to leave. It's what was best for Ethan. It was what was best for me.

And with that, I picked up my glasses off the ground, shook whomever's hands were on my shoulders still off of me, and walked away.

I could hear Erica shouting for me, but luckily none of them followed and I drifted off into the bright sunny afternoon.

I had never been that angry in my entire life.

But I could not fucking believe it. Firstly: Adison and I told each other everything, ever since we had met there were never really any secrets between us. And secondly: she had known for three months that she was the other parent. I had countless nightmares of different scenarios in which Jesse was the other parent, and I ended up dying, or my baby ended up dying. I worried myself sick sometimes wondering what I was going to have to do. But Adison knew, she knew all along, and for whatever goddamn selfish reason, she didn't tell me.

I think I had a right to be so infuriated with Adison.

But I never meant to hit her.

She never deserved that, and that was one hundred percent my fault. I should have never laid a single finger on her.

The stinging sensation in my hand from slapping Adison so hard awoke me from my blind rage.

"Ethan! What the fuck?!" I heard Benny shout before he suddenly stepped in front of Adison and I, his hands gripped my shoulders tightly. As if he was anchoring me back down to reality.

I had hurt Adison. I had done something I said I would never do which is hit a girl. And even at that, I had physically hurt someone I could not live without.

Erica was holding Adison by her shoulders as well, and I could see that Adison's face was already starting to bruise. My stomach turned at the sight of it.

I never meant to hurt her.

"Adison," I whispered; I watched as she picked her glasses off of the ground, failing to acknowledge any of us who called to her, and the dark-haired girl turned around to walk away. The sunlight soon swallowing her.

I felt my chest begin to collapse as I struggled to breathe, there was only one thought running through my head:

I hurt her. I hurt her. I hurt her. I hurt her.

I was not even that concerned about the secret anymore, because eventually, I could forgive Adison for keeping it from me. But oh my God, she was never going to forgive me for hitting her.

I had just found out she was the other parent, and I had already managed to ruin anything before it even began.

"Ethan, hey, Ethan." Benny's voice captured my attention; I looked up into his hazel eyes to find wide eyes filled with questioning and concern.

"Ethan, what happened? Why did you...why did you hit Adison?" Benny asked timidly.

"She's...she's the other parent, and she knew...she knew for three months. But...I didn't mean to hit her. I didn't want to hit her. I never meant to hurt her.." I stuttered, my heart aching.

My eyes began to pool with tears, as usual, and I felt my breath stagger in the familiar way it did when I was going to start sobbing.

I caught Benny talking to Erica and Sarah for a moment about finding where Adison went off to, before he began leading me to the parking lot and to my car which we had chosen to take to school today.

Benny grabbed the keys from my back pocket and with blurry vision I climbed into the passenger seat. He started up the car and began driving to what I assumed to be home. But I didn't want to go home, I didn't want to go somewhere Adison wasn't. I needed to find her, I needed to tell her that I was sorry and that I loved her.

She was still my whole world.

I buried my face in my hands and let out a painful, choked cry. I felt Benny place one hand on my shoulder to console me. But it was going to be a long time before I felt okay again.

And things had just begun looking up.

Soon enough Benny and I made it home, I'm not entirely sure how I managed to get from the car into the house because I was a mess. I had done a lot of crying in the past three months, but this was a messy sort of crying. The kind where your nose drips consistently, your face is soaked with tears, and your chest hurts as if you had been holding your breath for much longer than you should have been. It was a mess and I was a mess, everything was now a mess, and it was all because of me.

I sat down on the couch and Benny stood a few feet away from me, which at the time I did not notice was strange, but later on rethinking about it I realized was not normal and I knew why. He was afraid.

"Ethan...will you talk to me?" Benny asked softly.

I caught my breath for a moment, and began to try and control it. It was something Adison started to teach me, because with mood swings it was hard to keep a hold of my emotions and I never wanted to randomly start crying at school. Therefore she had started to teach me how to control my breathing, controlling when I inhaled and exhaled.

Once I got my breathing to somewhere close to normal, I nodded in response to Benny's question.

"Tell me everything, please," the brown-haired boy insisted.

I bit down on my lower lip as I thought back to the classroom scenario and realized that I was not even entirely sure of how it all began. Who had trapped us in the classroom? Was it Dr. Wright, our psychology teacher? Was she just as I expected to be...supernatural? And if so, why and how did she know that Adison wasn't telling me something? Even if she didn't know, why was it important that this happened.

So, not only had the situation turned into a mess when I...hit Adison, but it had begun as a mess.

"You know...I'm not too sure, to be exact. We were in psychology and we couldn't leave the classroom, we were trapped. On the board it said that one of us had a secret and we needed to let it out or bigger consequences would ensue. I tell Adison everything, always, I am so unbelievably honest with you and Adison it's embarrassing. Then she told me...she told me that she's the second parent that she's know for three months. Three, Benny! That's how far along I am! She's known from the very beginning that she was the second parent and she didn't let us know! How could she do that?!" I finished, feeling the same anger spark again as it had done in the classroom.

I looked up at Benny and watched for a quick moment as his eyes glazed over with...hurt? Disappointment? Sadness?...I wasn't sure what exact emotion it was, but it wasn't a good feeling. But it was only for a quick moment, then gone in a flash as he shook his head and directed his hazel eyes into my dark brown. His gaze a more serious tone.

"I think you are completely valid in being very angry with Adison. She should have absolutely said something when she first found out. But...you should have never hit her." Benny pointed out as if it were the most obvious thing ever.

"I didn't mean to hit her! I...I never wanted to hurt her. I would never ever hit you or Adison or Sarah or Erica...I never meant to hit Adison! I know she never deserved it, and I knew the second after I...hit her...I wanted to say sorry. But she ran away!" I rambled furiously, the choking feeling coming back into my throat.

"Do you think she'll come home, Benny?" I asked after a moment of pause.

The older boy looked quizzical for a few moments before answering, "Well, I did tell Erica and Sarah to look for her, but even if they find her...I don't think we should find it surprising if she doesn't come home tonight or perhaps for a couple days. What happened today is going to be hard for her to get over and she might not want to be around us for a while." he explained.

I knew he was right. The possibility of Adison coming home that night was next to none. It was just so rare for her to walk away from something, she told me she'd never leave. But this wasn't a normal situation, I couldn't expect her to stay. In fact, I was glad she left. What I had put her in was a toxic situation and it was right for her to leave. I just wished I could leave myself too.

I simply nodded my head in agreement with what Benny said, I allowed myself to fall back onto the couch from where I sat on it. I reached over and turned on the television, not entirely caring what was on as I knew I would fall asleep soon. But before I drifted off I felt Benny come and sit down beside me.

Even after a nap, getting up to do some homework, dinner, and everything else leading up to falling asleep that night: Adison didn't come home

okay, so no one is probably reading this story anymore, the my babysitters a vampire fanfiction is kinda dead but you know what I'm gonna finish this motherfucker even if it kills me, so here ya fucking go void that I am speaking too - here's another chapter of this bullshit

also sorry if the format looks weird I am uploading from my phone because I'm sick and can't get to the computer lmao fuck me