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Tris POV
"Hey Liv we're getting ready to leave you better hurry Chrissy what's to snatch up all the clothes on sale before it gets picked over," I knock on her door and say. The girls are waiting in Chrissy's mom's car and we are going to the mall and we stopped at Olivia's house to pick her up.
"I'll catch up with you guys later," she yells through the door. Confused, I open the door.
"What do you mean and you're still in your pajamas, what the hell," I say. She looks up from her spot on her bed, she twirls her picture around her finger. I look closer at the picture and it's a sonogram picture.
"Is that your sonogram picture," I ask when I sit on the bed with her. She bites her lip like she's holding in tears and I grow worried.
"Yes, it is my picture but the picture is not of me," she says.
"Is it Tobias?," I ask. Tear start to pour out of her eyes, she looks so heartbroken and just tired.
"No," more tears,"it's-it's my kid,"
It takes me a good five minutes to process what she said. She had a kid, like a baby, like...not a pretend baby, but a real baby.
"You have a kid," I say in utter disbelief.
"No but I was pregnant, Marcus got me pregnant when I was 14 and when I told him he slapped me and said I was a liar, but I showed him the pregnancy test I stole and he slapped me again for getting pregnant, which didn't make sense since he raped me. Anyway he took me to get a sonogram and he lied and said I was 18 so no one would ask questions," she tears up some more," I remember when I first heard the heartbeat of my baby and I saw that gray blob, I cried because Marcus had ruined my life and I was elated to have a child of my own even though I had no idea how to raise a kid. They gave us the pictures and we left, when we got in the car he ripped up the pictures but I had this one in my pocket so it was safe," she pauses and starts to cry again,"the next day he took me to this old lady's house and made me get an abortion," she cries harder,"It hurt so bad, so bad, I cried the whole time and the time after. I cried mostly because my kid was being killed right inside of me and I couldn't do a damn thing about it! Nothing, nothing, I felt so powerless, so fucking powerless!" She starts sobbing and I pull her close in a tight embrace. She sobs into my shoulder and I start to cry too. That's so horrible, she was only fourteen! And she had an abortion, a fucking abortion!
I cry for her, for that baby that never got a chance, for Tobias and their mom for putting up with Marcus for years.
She pulls away and wipes her eyes which are red from crying and her face is splotchy.
"Today would have been, that baby's birthday, October 10th" she whispers,"I look at that picture on this day everyday and remember what could have been,"
"It's okay, you know you are one of the strongest people I know, your family has been through so much, and I know that God has a special place in heaven for you all," I say as I brush some fallen hair out of her face.
"Thanks," she murmurs.
"Now get ready I'll tell the girls we're coming," I tell her playfully shooing her off the bed. She giggles lightly and goes into that bathroom.
I sit and text Chris to wait alittle longer. Soon Olivia emerges adjust her cropped sweatshirt.
"You look great," I compliment her. She thanks me as she hangs huge gold hoops from her ears. She follows me out the door to the girls.
"What took you so long?!," I could have walked to Louisiana and came back in the time it took you," Chrissy complains she then squints and marches up to Olivia,"Are those my earrings?"
"N-no whaaat I had these since like...forever ago," Olivia obviously lies. Chrissy does a dramatic eye roll.
"You suck at lying, you know that," Olivia just shrugs. we all pile in the car and drive off to the mall with Sam Smith blasting.
A/N: so a really sad chapter. I've had this plot kind of twist planned since this story began, I just wrote it in know. And Marcus is one evil son of a bitch, I'll can tell you that, well anyone who abuses anybody not just their children or spouse, is evil and needs help.
Until next time...