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Chapter 14.

She looked down and nodded her head. She couldn't have this baby. Not in the way it was concieved. Everytime she laid her eyes on it, she would remember the rape. She still could feel the hand over her mouth and the arm that twisted her own arm up on her back. She trembled at the memory but quickly tried to shake it off.

Will went away to make the call while Karen ate her breakfast. It tasted good. She hadn't eaten anything proper in a while and it tasted good.

Suddenly she couldn't eat anymore. It hit her that Will made the call to have an appointment so they could remove the baby.

It wasn't the baby's fault that she was pregnant. It wasn't the baby's fault that she was raped. It was her fault. She cried again and threw the tray on the floor causing juice to flood the floor and bits of bread and omelets and sausages to make it look like a bomb went off. She threw herself on the bed burying her face in her hands.

Will hurried back after making the call, when he heard the crash. He gently snuck up to the bed and laid down beside Karen on his side. She was still crying, her face buried in her hands.

"I can't remove it. It's not the baby's fault that I got raped and pregnant. It's my fault. It's my fault that I got raped and that I'm not pregnant. I can't remove it" she cried.

"Honey, it's not your fault that you got raped or pregnant. If it's anyones fault it's the rapists" Will said.

"It sure is my fault" she cried again.

"Karen, no it's not. I'm calling the doctor back again, OK. I'll tell him that you need to talk to someone first. OK?"

She nodded.

Will went and made another call to the doctor so he could refer her acute to a therapist. The doctor promised to call back within an hour to make an appointment for Karen to see a therapist.

Will got back to Karen's bedroom and back to lie down beside Karen, who still was crying.

"How could he do this to me? I know I'm dirty and filthy, but how could he do this to me?" she was crying so hard it broke Will's heart in a thousand pieces.

"Sweetheart, you are most certainly not dirty or filthy. You're a beautiful woman who happened to get attacked and sadly raped. I wish I could take your pain away and make you feel better. I really do" Will said and started to cry himself.

He wrapped his arms around Karen, pulling her to him in a tight embrace. She buried her face in his shirt and cried herself to sleep.

Half an hour later the phone rang and Will gently let go of his embrace and snuck out of the room to answer it. It was the doctor.

"Mr Truman, I got an appointment for mrs Walker to see a therapist today, in an hour. Will she be ready? It's here at the hospital. I will meet you in the entrance together with the therapist, OK?"

"Yeah, thank you doctor. I will make sure she gets there."

They hung up and Will got back to Karen's bedroom, finding her awake and crying again.

"I had that dream again, about Stanley and the rapist" she cried.

"Oh Karen" Will said and took her in his embrace. "Karen, the doctor called back and you got an appointment with a therapist in an hour. I will follow you to the hospital to meet with the doctor and the therapist OK?"

She nodded.

"Well, better make myself ready and presentable then" she said with a slight shiver in her hoarse voice.

Will nodded and went to his own bedroom to leave her alone to get changed and to change himself.

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A/N Sorry for the short chapter. R&R please, all you who read it.