Days had gone by and her life had been fading away fast, almost too fast. There had been happiness, but then there had been so much pain behind all that happiness. Chris had been joyed when he learned the fact of his being the father and all. But would it be long before he found out the truth? You could tell by looking at his face that he knew something was wrong. But there was absolutely no way that she could tell him, just no way at all. She knew all the consequences though. She knew that when the baby would start growing, that Chris would notice something. She knew that day by day her child would grow more and more and look like their true father. She just had to keep it secret.
She sat on her carpeted floor, blood oozing from her legs and arms. This was how she would forget and how she would take the pain away. The tears in her eyes were not caused by pain, but from the knowing of lying to people. If she hadn't had lied and told Stacy the baby's father was Chris', then she wouldn't be here right now doing this to herself. It had been exactly two months since she had told everybody and she had been drifting away from everything. She was careless about the fact that she had a growing baby embryo inside her stomach. Most of all, she didn't care if it had gotten hurt.
All she ever did now, without the support from family and friends, was drink and cut herself. There were days when she would either faint from loss of blood or faint from the fact that she wore long sleeves and jeans all the time. Sometimes, she would force herself to faint by holding her breath for a long time. Anything would do to get rid of the baby. Yet it never worked. She would go to the doctors all the time and lie to them about falling and being clumsy so they would check to see if the baby was alright. She remembered each time that she'd grasp on to something and squeeze it to hold back the excitement if her child was dead. Then she would have to fake a smile and try not to cry when she heard that the baby was alright. She just couldn't get this thing out of her life that she hated so much.
She looked up as her doorbell rang. She slowly got up cradling the knife in her hand. She threw the knife into her kitchen sink and rolled down her sleeves on her arms and her pants on her legs. She looked out the window and gasped at who she saw. Unlocking the door quickly, she looked at the man who had come to her house.
"Hey Amy." He flashed a smile at her and all she could do was just stammer.
"Um, uh, he-hey Jeff."
Amy swiftly pushed a lock of her hair behind her ear and looked at Jeff who gasped.
"What's wrong Jeff, you look kind of worried."
"I guess worried and shocked is how you put it. Amy, I came here to ask about my baby. And ask what the hell you are doing to yourself!"
"What do you mean Jeff?"
"You have blood on your hand Ames. What the fuck is up with that!"
"Oh that. I just fell and scratched myself is all. And about a baby, I don't know what the hell you're talking about. It's not yours, it's Chris'!"
"You expect me to fucking believe that Amy! I know your secrets, and I know that baby's mine!"
Jeff had grabbed Amy's arms and had pushed her up against the wall. She yelped now and said, "Please Jeff, don't hurt me."
"I'm not hurting you Amy, I'm showing you that there is no possible way that the child is Chris'!"
He started touching Amy in places he shouldn't have so she kicked him in his groin. He groaned and got up off the floor. He pushed Amy to the ground and got on top of her and started to kiss Amy ferociously.
"Get! Get off of me!" Amy kicked him in his waist and he flew back and hit the wall.
"You love me, I know you do Amy. You need me and you know that child's mine!"
"I only have feelings for you Jeff, and you have no right to say that I love you because I don't!"
Jeff grabbed Amy again and pushed her back against the wall and started to rip her clothes off.
"No, no," she screamed, "Get off of me!"
"Come on baby, you know you love me."
Jeff started kissing Amy again and slammed her against her kitchen sink. She screamed and tried to get away, but his grip was too strong for her to get away. Her back hurt horribly now so she kicked him and he hit the floor. Tears came out of her eyes as he looked up at her.
"Just give me a reason to love you Jeff."
"Oh my God. Amy I'm so sorry."
"Don't, don't you dare say that to me."
"Look, Amy…"
"Get the hell out of here Jeff and never come back again!"
Jeff forced a smile and said, "Oh I'll be back Amy, don't you worry about that. When I finally can confirm that that child's mine, I'm coming back.
Jeff then walked through the door and gave a wave. Amy ran to the door and looked out. The sun shined into her eyes forcing her to cover them with her hand. She watched as Jeff entered into his car and drove away.
She sighed. "I guess there's only one thing I can do to solve all this shit."
She went back into her house and took out a big red phone book. She turned to the yellow pages. She got up and got her phone. She dialed a number and listened intently as it rang. Somebody picked up and she talked.
"Hello, this is Amy Dumas speaking, do you think you have any room to fit me in for an abortion?"
A/N: Well there ya go. Don't get mad at me for saying she'll be getting an abortion. I promise you that it you'll be happy soon! Trust me people, I know what I'm going to do, I just haven't started writing it and I probably won't update for a little. If I seem to have time I might get this updated by tomorrow, if not then you'll just have to wait. xoxoxo muah
