Mary wakes up early the next morning, and goes outside to play basketball. She's still shook up about last night, but hopes playing will help get her mind off things. She misses every shot, and feels awful. She sits down on the picnic bench to think. But of course as soon as she sits down, her mother calls her name. She turns around, and Annie walks out of the house towards her.

"Um…the hospital called. They said that your test results are in. You can go and pick them up this morning. Don't worry though, anything that happens we'll see you through it. We'll be here every step of the way for you. Whatever happens you'll be just fine."

Mary nods and gets up from the picnic table. She runs into the house and picks up the cordless phone. She goes into the living room where she can be alone, and calls Wilson.

"Hello?"

"Wilson. Its Mary." she says, sobbing. He can barely understand her.

"Mary? What's wrong?"

"Nothing, something, well maybe nothing. Can you just pick me up in like 10 minutes and go somewhere with me? I'll tell you where when you get here. It won't take that long."

"Um… OK. I'll leave right now. Are you OK?"

"No, not really."

"OK. Hang in there. I'll be there in 5 minutes."

Wilson hangs up the phone, bemused. I wonder what's wrong with her. I hope she's ok. He gets into the car and drives over to the Camden house. He rings the doorbell, and Mary opens the door and runs out past Wilson, straight into the passenger side of his car, without saying a word to him. Wilson makes a face, gets back into the car, and turns to Mary. He can see that she is crying, and chooses his words carefully.

"So…where are we going?"

"To the hospital. My test results are back."

"Oh. I thought that might be it. Don't worry; you'll be all right. I'm here for you."

"I know. That's why I wanted to go with you. My mom's probably going to be mad at me for not wanting to go with her but I don't care. I just couldn't. I'm too scared and she'd try to comfort me. But the thing is, what if I'm not really OK?"

"Well, how have you been feeling? You don't feel sick, do you?"

"No." She sniffles, beginning to calm down.

"That's a good sign. Now don't worry. Worrying isn't going to change anything. Calm down."

The rest of the ride is silent, except for the sound of Mary trying to stop crying. They pull into the hospital parking lot and get out of the car. Wilson takes Mary's hand, and can see how scared she is. He hugs her and he starts to cry again. "If I knew you were going to do that I wouldn't have hugged you." Wilson says, tying to break the obvious tension. Mary pulls herself together and they walk into the building. Once inside, Mary goes back to the same desk she went to just the other night, and gives the nurse her name. The nurse hands her an envelope, and Mary and Wilson walk out of the hospital and back into the car. They pull out of the parking lot and head back to Mary's house.

"I don't want to open it. Maybe if I never open it, it will all go away, like none of this ever happened."

"You have to open it. If, God forbid, you are sick, you have to know so that you can get better."

"I can't open it, though."

"Yes you can. C'mon Mary, open it. You don't even have to tell anyone what it says, not even me. You can keep it to yourself. You have to open it though."

"No. I can't do it; you don't understand. Why don't you open it?"

"Ok, if that's what you want. As soon as we pull into your driveway I will."

They get to the house and park the car. Mary hands Wilson the envelope with a shaky hand, and he takes it from her. He slowly lifts the tan colored flap and pulls out three sheets of paper. He reads all of them over, very carefully, and tries not to show any expression on his face. Mary starts to get impatient though, and assumes that something is really wrong with her.

"So? Am I dying?" she asks him in her most serious tone of voice.

"Well…"

            "Well, um, you're…you're…"

"I'm what?" she says, voice turning from nervous to concerned. "Tell me Wilson."

"You're p-pregnant."

He hugs her and waits to hear the sound of her tears. Surprisingly though, he hears nothing. He breaks the hug and looks at her. She is in a complete state of shock.

"I-I'm pregnant. I'm going to have a child."

"Are you OK? Want me to do something for you?"

"Nope. You've done enough. Thanks for driving me and opening the results for me. I'm going to go upstairs and cry now. Talk to you later."

Mary gets out of the car and runs inside her house. She slams the door behind her. Wilson gets out of the car and rings the bell. Simon answers the door.

"What was that all about?" he says, pointing at the empty staircase to his left.

"Are you're parents home?"

"My mom's in the kitchen."

"Thanks." Wilson walks into the kitchen and towards Annie.

"Hi Wilson."

"Hello Mrs. Camden. Um…here are Mary's test results. Can I have permission to go upstairs and talk to her? She kind of stormed off."

"Well, why don't I just bring her down here for you."

"I really don't think she's going to come down stairs."

"Uh…ok then. I guess you can go upstairs if you want to. She's in the attic. It's the door to the right of my bedroom."

"Thanks."

Wilson runs up the stairs and into Mary's room. He is startled to only find Lucy sitting there.

"Did Mary come up here?"

"Yeah. She's in the bathroom crying."
            Wilson walks out of the bedroom and to the bathroom two feet from the doorway. He can hear Mary's sobs coming through the white door.

"Mary, come out here please. I want to talk to you."

She unlocks the door and pushes it open. She's sitting in the bathtub with her pillow and a box of tissues, crying.

"You know how sometimes you just want to be alone, but everyone keeps bugging you?"

"Yeah."

"That's the way I feel right now. I don't want to be rude, but will you please leave?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Thanks for before. I'll call you later, I promise."

Wilson walks out of the bathroom and closes the door behind him. But before he can get down the stairs, Lucy calls him.

"Wilson, what's wrong with Mary? I heard her tell you to leave. Something really must be wrong if she doesn't even want to talk to you."

"Well…uh…she got her test results back."

"Is she OK?"

"Physically, yes. Emotionally, not really."

"What do you mean?"

"She's pregnant."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Look, I'm going to go before she comes out of there and gets mad at me. When she does finally surface, can you tell her that I still want to talk with her?"

"Sure."

Wilson turns and walks down the stairs.

"Wait! " Lucy calls after him. "Should I even attempt to go in there?"

"Its worth a try. Bye"

Wilson finally makes it down the stairs and into the hallway. Annie rushes past him, and he shakes his head. She should have let me stay. But she's going to have to talk with them eventually; now's a good a time as any.

"MARY! OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW!"

"Why? I'm planning on stay in the tub for 9 months and giving birth here."

"This is no time to get smart with me. Open the door. I just want to talk."

"Well I don't. That's why I locked myself in here."

"Did Wilson leave?" Annie asks, turning to Lucy who is sitting on her bed. She nods, and Mrs. Camden shakes her head.

"Yes Wilson left." Mary answers her mother question, annoyed. "I told him I wanted him to leave and I want you to leave, too."

"I'll go, but I don't understand why you are so angry at everyone."

"I'm angry because I want to be alone, and everyone keeps bugging me. I don't want to talk with anyone before I collect my thoughts on all of this. You guys didn't give me a chance to do that when I was raped, and you're not letting me do it now. That's why I was forced to lock myself in the bathroom. Now will you please leave? All I want is to be alone right now, and you banging on the door isn't helping. Can't you just give me an hour?"

"60 minutes and I'll be back up here. You sure you don't want to talk to anyone though?"

"I'm sure."

"Mary, Wilson said that he still wants to talk to you when you're ready." Lucy yells out to her sister. Mary does not respond. As Lucy sits and thinks about her sister's situation, she comes upon a realization. After all she has done to try to change her life, she's right back to where she started, maybe even less than that, and this time it wasn't even her fault. I hope everything works out OK for her. She hears Mary sobbing in the bathroom, and decides to try and talk with her. She walks over to the bathroom and gently knocks on the door.

"Mary? Can I come in?"

"As long as you don't bring Mom in here with you. I'm too upset to apologize right now."

Mary unlocks the door and Lucy walks in. She sits down on the closed toilet seat and tries to console her.

"Are you OK? Want to talk?"

"Sure. What's on your mind?"

Not seeing her sister humor, she answers, "You. What's on your mind?"

"Being so mean to Wilson. He stopped what he was doing and drove me there, and I just told him to leave. I feel really bad. Maybe I'll call him. I'm kind of afraid to talk to him though. He's been through it all and he's going to tell me exactly how bad everything is going to be."

"It won't be that bad."

"Yes it will. I'm only 17 and now I'm going to have a child, which I didn't ask for. I mean, its not like I got wild and threw myself at Robbie. Then I wouldn't feel so bad for myself."

"I know. But everything's going to be OK."

"No its not. I'm going to call Wilson. Or better yet, I'll go over there and see him, if I can sneak out of the house without a "we all love you, you're fine" lecture from Mom and Dad."

"Oh, ok." Lucy begins to walk out, hurt that her sister shrugs her off so quickly.

"Luce, wait. Come here." Mary says, pulling her in for a hug. "Thanks for talking with me. I probably would have been in this bathtub for another 2 hours if you didn't."

Mary gets up and tries to make a run for it to the car. She is successful, and drives to the other end of town to Wilson's house. She pulls into the driveway and gets out of the car. She rings the bell, and Wilson's mother answers it.

"Hi. Is Wilson home?"

"Yes he is. Come in, I'll get him. You're Mary, right?"

"Yeah I am."

"Wilson told me what happened to you. He said not to bring it up if I ever saw you but I just can't help it. You must feel terrible. Any time you need Wilson you just call him and he'll be right over. I'll watch Billy for him, no matter what."

"Oh, well thanks, and thank you for your sympathy."

Wilson walks into the foyer, and is shocked to see Mary standing there.

"I'll gladly watch Billy if you two want to go somewhere and talk." Mrs. West says.

"Hope 'bout we go get some ice cream and talk everything over, my treat." Wilson asks Mary. She nods and they both walk out to her car.

"Wilson, about before…"

"Its OK. I should have just left you alone and not bothered you. Its my fault."

"No, you were only trying to help."

"True." he says, and Mary laughs. Wilson smiles, realizing that is the first time he has seen her happy in three days.

They pull into the parking lot of the Dairy Shack, and get out of the car. They get their ice cream and sit down in a booth together. Mary inhales it, and Wilson looks at her, shocked.

"You act like you haven't eaten in days."

"I haven't. I haven't eaten anything since dinner on Friday night."

"That's not good. You have to eat, especially now that you're eating for two."

"I know. It's just that eating has been the least of my worries, and I haven't had much of an appetite."

"Promise me you'll go home and eat lunch, and a big dinner tonight."

"Sure."

"So, um, I know you didn't come to see me to get lectured. Where do you want me to start?"

"I don't know. I came to you because I figured you would be the only one who would tell me truly how hard all of this is really going to be. I know my family's just going to tell me it's all going to be easy with their help, but I know it isn't."

"Well, you're right. It isn't going to be easy, but you'll get through it. Um…what I wanted to know is if you're going to keep the baby. I don't mean abortion, but…"

"It never really crossed my mind not to keep the baby. I know that adoption is always there, but I wouldn't want to do that. I was worried about the baby not growing up with a father. How could I take it away from it's mother, too?"

"Your right. I just wanted to make sure that you know that you do have some options, if you really think that you can't do this."

"What? Do you think I can't do this?"

"No, not at all. I kind of feel that this will be good for you. It will get you back closer with you're family and help you keep your mid off the rape."

"Yeah, you're right. But what's my future going to look like now? I'm a 17-year-old mom with a criminal record. How am I going to get a job with that kind of background? What am I going to do about school? I can't go back to school on Monday after all of this happened. I mean, my grades lately have been bad enough, now this?"

"Well, let's think about this. You're life is no one's business but your own. You don't have to tell anybody anything. And, what is it now, the middle of February? You won't start really showing until you're 3, 3 and a half months. You might be able to finish school without anybody being able to tell you're pregnant by looking at you; wear some loose fitting shirts and stuff and no one will no."

"Yeah, but I'll no. And you think I'll be able to keep all of this a secret? No way. My dad's the minister for the biggest church in town. And all everybody does at school is gossip. One person will find out and that'll be the end of it."

"Hopefully by the time they find out school will be almost over. Then it won't matter anymore. But what you need is an ally, someone who can be with you at school, and help you through all of this. Do you have a really close friend you trust to tell?"

"New plan, I don't want to willingly tell anyone."

Wilson thinks for a second. "Maybe you don't have to, you have Lucy. She's at school with you."

"Yeah, that'll work."

They talk for about another hour, and then get back into Mary's parents' car. Mary drops Wilson back off at his house.

"Thanks for talking with me. You really helped."

"It was no problem. Oh, I was meaning to ask you, are you going to school tomorrow?"

"I don't know, I don't think so, not if I have any say in it. Maybe I'll cry tonight so I don't have to go."

"OK. I'll call you later, or tomorrow, but you'll probably end up calling me first."

"Hey, no reason to get rude!" Mary says, and laughs. Wilson smiles, and gets out of the car.

"I hope everything goes alright with your parents."

Mary makes a face, and pulls out of the driveway. Five minutes later, she pulls back into her driveway. She opens the front door, and is greeted by her mother.

"Hi Mom. About before…"

"Don't 'hi mom' me. Where have you been? You know you're supposed to tell someone before you leave."

"I did. I told Lucy. I only went over to see Wilson. He took me out for some ice cream and we talked a little."

"Of course, Wilson. Why didn't I know?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You won't talk to me, but you'll run over to Wilson. Since when did you need Wilson for everything and me for nothing?"
"Since now!"

"Oh really?"

"Yes. Do you want to know why I went to go se Wilson? Because I knew you were going to be nice to me and tell me that everything that everything is fine when it isn't. I knew he'd tell me how hard it all would be, and he did. I guess you weren't going to be as nice to me as I thought you were going to be!" 

Mary runs up stairs to her room and slams the door. She sits down on her bed with her head in her hands and starts to cry. Lucy looks at her sister, and starts to cry herself.

"I should have told mom you left. I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault. If she wanted to know where I was she should have asked- asked you. It doesn't matter anyways. She's just being unreasonable. I left for an hour and went out for ice cream with Wilson. Big deal."

"To her it is."

"I can't take this anymore. I have it bad enough without her yelling at me, too. Is Dad home?"

"No, he left 20 minutes ago- church emergency."

"Oh. What am I going to do? I don't want us to fight, but I don't want to talk to her."

"Um…I know, call Matt."

"He won't come down here just because we're fighting."

"Tell him you're pregnant. He'll be here in 3 minutes."

Mary lifts her head and looks at Lucy.

"What can I say? You're rubbing off on me. Besides, why not use this to your advantage?"

Mary picks up the phone, and calls Matt's apartment.

"Hello?"

"Matt?"

"Mary? What's wrong?"

"Uh…can you come over here?"

"I'm a little busy. I have a big test in two days."

"Well, could you take a break?"

"Why? Is something wrong?"

"Sort of."

"I don't like the way this conversation is going. What aren't you telling me?"

"OK. Are you sitting down?"

"Now I am. Why?"
"I'm pregnant?"

Silence.

"Matt? Hello? You there?"

"Nope, I'm half out the door. I'll be there in a couple of minutes."