Chapter 2
Over the next few months, the two became the best of friends. Kensi was happy she finally had a friend, but Deeks was trying to become more than friends. Obviously, Kensi wasn't an idiot. She knew Deeks flirted with her, so she flirted back. This went on for awhile until one fateful day.
"What the hell happened to your face?" Deeks asked as Kensi showed up at his doorstep at 3 o'clock in the morning.
"I got into a fight. Can I stay here?"
"Tell me the truth."
"I technically did get into a fight. The fight was with my stupid foster parents."
"You're a foster kid?!"
"Yeah. I have been since I was 15 and a half."
"But what about your parents? I thought you said your dad and you were close, and, and, and—"
"My dad died, when I was 15 and 4 months. Two months later, I was put into foster care."
"So, you just decided to leave that very big detail out of all of our conversations."
"I don't like talking about it." She said as she shrugged her shoulders. "Can I please come in? It's cold and my face really hurts."
"Yeah, come in."
Kensi sat down on the couch, while Deeks got her an ice pack.
"So, what happened?"
"With what?"
"Your face."
"I did something they didn't like. She started yelling at me, while he started beating me. It's happened before and chances are it will happen again."
"Why do you act like this is nothing?"
"Because it's just part of life. We don't always get what we want, when we want it."
"Well, I've seen abuse first hand. It's awful."
"Who abused you?"
"My father. He was an alcoholic. He was violent when he was drunk. One day, on thanksgiving day when I was 11 years old, he came home drunk and ready to swing. He started beating on my mom. I had had enough, so I pulled out a gun my friend Ray had given me and threatened to shoot him if he didn't stop. He didn't stop."
"You shot your dad at 11 years old!"
"Yes."
"What happened after?"
"It was just a graze to the thigh. He stopped hitting her, long enough for my mom and I to get away. We ran into my room, and crawled out through the window. We never looked back at that house. My mom was able to get us a hotel room for a few days. We got all new things, and started a new life."
"Do you know where he went?"
"I have now idea. I really don't care, either."
"I'm sorry."
"It is what it is. So, what about your mom?"
"She left when I was young. She tried to take me with her, but I ran away. I haven't seen her since."
"You could try to look for her. Maybe she'd pull you out of foster care."
"I really don't care. I don't want to see her. She left my dad for another man."
"That doesn't mean she doesn't still love you."
"If she did, she would've stayed here."
"Ok. Well, you should get some sleep. We have school tomorrow."
"I know."
"Before we go to sleep, what exactly did you do?"
"I got pregnant." She mumbled so he couldn't hear her.
"What?"
"I got pregnant." She said again, this time at normal volume.
"Um..."
"Say something."
"I really don't know what to say."
"Are you mad?"
"Why would I be mad?"
"Because."
"I'm not mad, Kensi. I'm just surprised."
"Surprised in a good way?"
"Eh." He shrugged his shoulders.
"Surprised in a bad way. I mean it's not like I was trying to get pregnant."
"I didn't even know you were seeing someone."
"I wasn't, and I'm not. It was just a one time thing. I met him at a party,"
"You don't exactly strike me as a one night stand person."
"I'm not. This was my first time."
"First time having sex, or having a one night stand?"
"First time having a one night stand. I've had sex before."
"So, are you gonna have the baby?"
"No. I'm getting an abortion. I'm not ready to be a single, teen mom, who lives in foster care."
"You could stay here. My mom and I could help you. You don't have to give up your baby."
"I'm not having a baby. I'm not ready, and I don't want to have a baby with a stranger. I want to have kids when I'm married."
"Ok. If that's what you want."
"It is. I'm gonna schedule an appointment tomorrow."
"Ok."
Deeks walked away to his bedroom, and left Kensi on the couch.
Kensi curled with a nearby blanket, and started crying. She couldn't believe this was her life. She always thought she would live a perfect life with her perfect dad, and have anything she could ever possibly need. But life sucks sometimes, and this is one of those sometimes.