Tori's POV

An hour or so after I got home, I had a good breakfast with my family. We all just sat and chatted about any and everything. At one point, Trina said, "Man, I'm shocked that the paparazzi aren't all over us today."

"They probably will be by tomorrow." said my mom. "As crazy as the paparazzi is, they're still trying to give us some respect. It wouldn't be a very good reunion if we knew there were millions of people outside simply wanting Tori's interview."

"I didn't think paparazzi cared about privacy." I said.

"They don't for celebrities, but at times like these, they respect the privacy," said my mom. "But don't get used to it. Give it a day or two and they'll start wanting to talk to you."

"What kind of questions do you think they'll ask?" I asked nervously. "If they ask me anything about what happened to me, I'll blow them off. I'm not answering a question like that."

"Honey, I doubt they'll ask a question like that." said my dad immediately. "It'll probably be questions like, 'How does it feel to be back home?' and 'Were you aware of the big search for you?' Would you be able to answer those questions?"

"Yeah, I think I could." I said. "What should I say if they do ask a too personal question?"

"Just tell them that you don't feel comfortable answering it." he said.

I shrugged and said, "Simple enough," Then I continued to eat. I didn't eat much since I got really full quickly. "Blah," I said and pushed the food away. "I need to stop eating so much." I put my hands over my stomach.

"Well, we're certainly not gonna let you starve." said my mom. "The more you eat, the better,"

I groaned. It was so weird that I didn't like eating. "Do I have to eat before or after going to the doctor?"

"Well…" She glanced at her watch. "Since it is nine-thirty, we can eat when we get back."

"Yes!" I said and jumped up. "I'm gonna go take another shower." Even though I was in the shower for thirty minutes the night before, I still didn't feel completely clean. It felt great to take a forty minute shower that morning.

I relaxed for the rest of the morning and just sat in the living room with my parents and Trina. We watched the news a little bit and they were talking about me. It felt almost uncomfortable to have them talking about me, so I eventually looked at my mom and said, "Can we please change it?"

"Of course," she said and changed it to something else.

My mom took me to the doctor at eleven-thirty for my twelve o'clock doctor's appointment. On our way there, I asked, "What am I supposed to do about school? I know I can't go back now since I'd be a semester behind in everything, but I still need a diploma. What should I do?"

"We'll figure something out." she said. "We can probably get you a tutor to come over and help you with your work."

I nodded and then said, "That sounds great. When will that happen?"

"Let's give it awhile." she said. "We don't want you worrying about school when you've just come home."

"Yeah, I guess that's true." I said and then sighed. "So…I know this is really random, but do I still have a phone?"

"No, we disconnected it." she said. "At first we weren't going to, but after a few weeks, your phone had countless texts, missed calls, and voicemails on it. We didn't want to deal with it anymore."

I looked at her strange. "If people knew I was missing, why would they call or text me?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. When we first started to tell people you were missing, the first thing they'd say was if we'd called your phone, but it obviously wasn't with you. I guess people just wanted to know what would happen if they called your phone."

I nodded. "And then what about my Slap page?"

"I'm pretty sure it's still up." she said. "Just obviously not updated,"

"Yeah," I said and then we arrived at the doctor's office. We had to wait a good while before being called in. I was so happy to finally go in since everyone stared at me in the waiting area. I just leaned my head against my mom's shoulder and looked at the ground. I was ready to get this appointment over with.

The doctor checked out all my vitals and said that I was healthy, given the circumstances I had been in. She asked a few personal questions, but it was only questions regarding my health so it wasn't that bad. From what I told her, she determined that I was low in nutrients, so she said she would write a prescription for some vitamins. She also told me that I should have six small nutritious meals a day for the next few weeks. She said it would help me gain some weight and it would help me get more nutrients than just picking at my three meals a day.

After asking all those questions, she asked me if the man had done anything to harm me seriously. I gulped and nodded. "Yeah," I pulled my right pant leg up and laid on my stomach. "He threw a broken beer bottle at my leg."

I heard both my mom and the doctor gasp. "Oh, my God," said my mom.

The doctor said, "How deep did it go in?" I felt her gently run her fingers across the scar.

"Deep," I said. "Whenever I run, pain shoots through it."

"Did it get infected?"

"Yeah," I said. "I had a fever and woke up in a cold sweat three nights in a row."

"What did you put on it?"

"Just bandages," I answered. "I washed it all the time with warm water and soap and kept it covered, but I guess that wasn't enough."

She kept touching it for another moment, but then she said, "Okay, I'm gonna give it a light punch and tell me if it hurts. I'm testing to see if the muscle was scarred."

I could have told her it was, but I still answered, "Okay,"

I waited for a moment and then I felt her punch my leg. I flinched, pulling my leg away. "Ow!" I yelled. "I thought you said you were just gonna give it a light punch! What was that?"

"Tori, honey, calm down," said my mom. "She didn't punch your leg that hard. In fact, she barely touched it." She sighed. I suddenly felt bad for yelling at the doctor. "So what does this mean?"

"Just that the muscle scarred," said the doctor. "There's nothing we can do about it now. She will just have pain whenever she runs. I'm sorry, Tori,"

"It's fine." I told her. "So can I sit back up now?"

"Yeah, you can,"

I turned over and set back up.

After all of that was over, she took me to another part of the clinic so she could take some blood. She said it would check to see if I had any weird illnesses and to check my vitamin and mineral levels. I didn't think anything was wrong with me, but you never know.

Afterwards, they had my mom and I wait in the room we were previously in. The doctor said, "I'll be back as soon as soon as I can."

Once the door shut, I said, "You don't think anything is wrong with me, do you?"

"I don't think so, honey." she said and ran her hand down the back of my hair. "They just want to be sure. Better safe than sorry,"

"Yeah, that's true," I said.

We sat there in silence for a good bit. I was getting a little nervous because of how long it was taking. When I let out a shaky sigh, my mom walked over to me and wrapped her arm around my shoulders, giving me a light hug. "It'll be okay." she said. "Even if by chance you do have something. We'll get through it."

I was about to say something, but the door opened and the doctor walked in. My mom went and sat back down. By the look on the doctor's face I could tell something wasn't right. My heart started pounding hard. I gulped and asked, "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, everything's fine, but…I have some news for you." she said. I couldn't tell if it was about to be good or bad news.

Either way, my heart picked up speed. "What is it?"

"Tori…you're pregnant."

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So I think some of you were probably expecting this to happen, but if not…are you shocked? Next chapter we'll see Tori's reaction to all this! How do you think she'll react?

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