Chapter Ten
My eyes flickered open. Taking in my surroundings, I tried to remember what happened and how I ended up back in my room. I slowly shift into a sitting position on my bed, pinching the bridge of my nose slightly as it all came rushing back to me.
I had fallen asleep on that dusty old couch in the corner of the torture room, but how did I end up in my room? I glance at my wrist to see that the bracelet was now gone, but it left a faint mark left on it. I healed myself while I was asleep? Wow, that's … – covering my mouth and rushing off the bed and into the bathroom I kneel in front of the toilet, emptying my stomach.
What's happening to me? Why do I keep throwing up?
My thoughts get interrupted once again as I hover over the toilet, going for another round. A couple of minutes later I grab some toilet paper and wipe my mouth with it. Standing up, I stared at myself in the mirror noticing for the first time how pale my usual tan skin was.
Running my fingers through my messy hair, my eyes widen with realization. I couldn't be… could I? I mean, I'm sure we were safe. I closed my eyes as I tried to remember the details of the night that Derek and I were together. After a while I finally give up, not being able to remember those exact details. I was so caught up in the moment that I didn't pay attention…
I rush out of my bathroom and walk over to a calendar hung on the wall in beside my desk. Going through the dates, I end up realizing that I was a week late. With everything that was going on, I had forgotten completely about my period, up until now that is.
This can't be happening to me… Not now!
*Dirty dancing in the moonlight Take me down like a Domino…*
Sighing, I turn and walk over to my nightstand as Jessie J starts to blast, indicating an incoming call.
"Hello…" I said in monotone.
"Kim! Hey, what's going on? You haven't answered any of mine and Lydia's calls or text all day yesterday. Are you okay?"
I took a deep breath "…No…"
"Oh… Well Lydia and I are on our way. Can we bring you anything?"
I hesitated before answering her question. "Pregnancy test…?" It sounded rather more like a question than an answer.
"Omg… Hang on. We will be there in ten."
"Okay," I said barely audible. Without waiting for a reply I hung up, walked over to my bed and threw myself on it. I couldn't believe this was happening. I just hoped it wasn't true. I mean, I love kids but I'm too young become a parent.
"Kim, is everything okay in there?" Allison's voice boomed outside the bathroom, making me jump.
"Yeah, I'll be out in a minute," I said as I grabbed the pregnancy test from the counter. Nervously sitting down on the toilet, I opened the box and the out the digital stick. Clutching it in my hand, my heart rate began to speed up as I got more nervous and anxious. Sighing, I took a deep breath and read over the directions.
"You can do this, Kim. Just pee on the stick and get it over with," I whispered, moving the stick down and peeing on it. I held it up and set it on the counter as it had dots on it, determining the answer.
Holy Mary mother of God… Oh God… maybe it's bad luck to pray to the Virgin Mary…? No, Uhm… Our Father in Heaven, please, please, please, God don't let me be pregnant!
It beeped and I peeked up at it.
You're 3 weeks pregnant
I read on the stick, a frown coming onto my face, my eyes slowly filling with tears.
"This sucks," I complained after taking the 6th pregnancy tests and all ending up positive. Carelessly, I fell onto my bed and stared up at my bedroom ceiling, frowning inwardly. How could this be happening to me? Out of all my friends I'm the least experienced one, and I'm the one who gets knocked up? This isn't fair. What on earth have I done to deserve this?
"What are you going to do now?" asked Allison from across the room. She was seated in my desk chair, her voice filled with concern.
"I don't know… I guess I should start by telling my parents and…. Derek," I said, already dreading that plan.
"If I were you I would go see a doctor first, you know, just to be sure" said Lydia who was seated at the edge of my bed, with her legs crossed at the knees.
I groaned and threw my head back against my pillows; everything that was happening was finally sinking in. "I have no clue what I want or should do. The only thing certain is that I'm terrified. I don't want to be a parent at sixteen," I sighed as I stared up at the ceiling, frustrated. "I'm not even that good with kids."
"Oh honey, you will figure this all this out with time. Besides, you got us and we will be there for you through every step of the way," Lydia spoke, sounding sincere.
She was finally showing the caring side of her. The side she usually hides under the 'I'm a bitch, so don't mess with me' facade. Deep down she's just like any other teenager, who's afraid of being hurt and rejected for who she really is. But if you were lucky and tried hard enough you'd get to see the amazing person she really was.
Allison nodded her head, with a small smile on her lips. "Exactly. You'll have us no matter what you decide to do. Though I can't lie… I would love to see a little Demberly Handers running around, looking just like you."
"Demberly Handers?" I looked at her puzzled.
"Yeah, that's the ship name of Derek and you that Lydia and I came up with," she explained with a sly grin.
"By the way, remind me to give him a long and threatening lecture for not covering up!" Lydia piped up.
I cocked up a brow and looked at her utterly confused.
Upon seeing my reaction Lydia and Allison both chuckled.
"That's Lydia's innocent way of referring to condom's," said Allison with a small smirk.
"Oh." My cheeks flushed; turning into a light shade of pink.
"Do you want to go dress shopping with us? My treat!" Lydia said, attempting to change the topic. I was honestly grateful. All the talk about my pregnancy and Derek happened to put me in a rather foul mood.
"You should totally come. Shopping is after all the number one remedy to get your mind off things," She continued, desperately trying to convince me.
I chuckled at this but nodded my head after all. "Sure, why not."
Lydia squealed and got up overly excited. "Perfect!"
"You won't need to buy me a dress though. I won't be going to the formal anyway," I told the girls as we entered the mall side by side. The mall was crowded with mostly teenagers. It was crowded though it was expected seeing as it was a Friday afternoon, with a formal just a couple of hours away. The crowd was mostly of teenage girls buying their dresses or other needed things for the splendid night.
My statement made both Allison and Lydia frown and stop in their tracks. "And why not?" asked Lydia as they turned around to face me.
"Oh, I don't know… maybe because I don't have a date and I'm pregnant. Have you forgotten that?" I explained calmly, with a hint of sass in my tone of voice.
"No, I haven't forgotten miss smarty pants. You aren't even showing yet, so you could definitely go without people noticing anything." She started walking away while glancing back at me with a devious grin as she spoke, "And don't worry about the date, I'll set you up someone deliciously hot."
I frowned at this and pouted my lips like a little girl who didn't get her way. There goes my perfect plan of getting myself out of this horrendous formal. Don't get me wrong, I love a good party but with everything that was going on I wasn't exactly in a party mood so to say. I'd rather be in my room and spent my night reading a good book or watching a romantic comedy than spending it at a dance, while I pretended to be having a blast.
Allison gave me an encouraging smile as she dragged me along.
"Haven't you heard the saying 'never frown, someone could be falling in love with your smile'?" Lydia spoke as we stepped onto the escalator. "Smile Kim, I'm buying you a dress."
Ten minutes later we were all scattered across Macy's Dress department, looking for dresses of our own taste. Well, except for me of course. Leaning against a wall, I look around me with a bored and yet tensed expression upon my features.
"Kimmy, have you found anything yet?" I heard Lydia's voice not too far away.
"Uh…" Quickly standing straight I grabbed a dress from the nearest rack without actually looking at it. I turned around and stood face to face with Lydia who looks at me questionably.
"Let me see that," she said as she took the dress from my hands and inspected it closely with a serious expression. After a minute or so she finally cracked a smile, surprising me completely. That was her way saying that it was Lydia-approved.
Giving a nervous smile back, I gaze down at the dress for the first time since I picked it up. It was gorgeous, definitely something I would wear. It was a short light pink, sheath strapless bow lace satin dress.
Two hours later, I was back at home and about to get ready for the Formal when I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. Taking it out and entering my password I tapped on the message app to see who had messaged me.
From: unknown
I need to talk to you! It's important and urgent.
Meet me at 7PM.
1112 Howe Ave., Ste. 610
Sacramento, CA 95826
-Derek
I scrunch up my brows as I reread the message a couple of times. Glancing at the clock, I notice its 5:45. I've exactly an hour and 15 minutes to get to my destination. Typing in the address in Google Maps I found out that it's right outside of town, and it takes about an hour to get there.
But why would Derek ask me to meet him out of town? Did Kate finally let him go? Did my kidnappers take me to that exact same location? Is it even Derek?! What if it's not, then who could it possibly be?
I shake my head, in attempt to clear my mind of all these questions. I needed to think rational. What if it really was him and he needed my help? And what if he was hurt?!
Without wasting any more time, I grabbed my bag from the couch and stormed out of the house and ran to my car. Getting in and starting the engine, I drove off, leaving my house and Beacon Hills behind.
About an hour later, I arrive at the address, gazing through my front windshield and towards the old creepy building I felt shivers run down my spine. The hair on the back of my neck stood as I took a look at my surroundings; suddenly getting a weird vibe.
The sun had almost gone down completely, the street lights were already turned on; which eliminated the creepy neighborhood. The houses were old and broken down with no life whatsoever, they seemed abandoned and this only made everything seem scarier and unsafe than it already was. The whole area was economically disadvantaged.
Taking a shaky breath I gathered all my courage and grabbed my bag as I stepped out of the car. Locking the car, I frequently look around as I approached the creepy building. As I stood there, facing the building hoping to see any sign of Derek I checked my watch. It was precisely 7Pm!
Fifteen minutes later there was still no sign of Derek. Something in the back of my mind was telling me that he wouldn't be showing up either, seeming as he wasn't the one who texted me. With a million questions twirling in my head I decided to check out the building, just as a young women walks out of it.
"Excuse me, ma'am. I'm kind of lost and I was wondering what this place is…" I trailed off as I pointed at the creepy building.
"Oh, it's just a clinic." She answered quickly, seeming a little nervous. She was tall and skinny, with chocolate brown eyes and black hair that almost reached her shoulders. It looked like she was in her mid twenties.
"Clinic? What goes on in there?" I asked, looking at her curiously as I hoped she would help me.
"Honestly, anything you could possibly need a doctor for."
The way she said it made my eyes widen as realization hit me. This must be one of those illegal clinics, where undocumented people could come to. I've heard about them when I was still in New York.
"Uh… Thanks!" I said, giving the women a small smile that didn't reach my eyes.
She nodded and turned to walk away but stopped in her tracks and turned towards me, like she had changed her mind about something. "I'm so sorry for this," She mumbled and grabbed onto my left arm and started to chant Latin words. My body started to tremble, my eyes widening when I realize what's she is.
A witch! I thought before my body fell to the ground, darkness overtaking me.
Softly groaning and slowly flickering my eyes open, I sit up quickly as everything rushed back to me.
Softly groaning as all my senses came back to me I move my hand to rub my temples but they were stopped mid way. My eyes flickered open and I gaze down at my hands to see both of them handcuffed to a weird hospital bed and once again I had that stupid bracelet on my wrist. My eyes winded and took in my surroundings; the walls were white and filled with weird machines and tools.
Lowering my gaze from the tools, I looked down at myself. I wore a long loose piece of clothing, very similar to those dresses people wear when in hospitals. My legs were wide apart, each on one of those things that you place your legs on during birth. I suddenly started to panic as I realized what kind of bed this was. It was no birthing bed, but an abortion bed. What am I doing here?
The door suddenly opened, a middle aged man walked in first then followed by a women. She wore black clothing and had dirty blonde hair, almost a light brown. I narrowed my eyes as I saw her face; it was no one other than Kate Argent.
"Ah, you're finally awake," spoke Kate, her voice was cold and her features lacked emotion.
"What am I doing here?" I asked as I struggled against the handcuffs.
"Oh, to get rid of that bastard child, why else?" She said and walked over to me. "I won't let history repeat itself!"
Frowning and blinking repeatedly, I tried to hold back my tears. She couldn't do this. It's illegal to do something like this against a person's will.
"How did you find out?" I asked, whipping my tears with my right hand while placing my left on my stomach.
"Allison seemed rather off today, so I confronted her about it and she confessed that she had a friend who's pregnant. She didn't have to tell me more; I just figured it was you and indeed it is." She explained with a sly smile.
"Please, please, please, don't do this to me. I'll do anything you ask, just don't take my baby away from me." I begged, more tears running down my cheeks. When Kate didn't do anything I turned my attention to the doctor.
He was setting everything he needed ready on a small metal table, while turning some of the machines on and dragging them closer to the bed. He had a frown upon his feathers so I guessed he wasn't doing this willingly.
"Don't look at him, there's nothing he can do to help you either, other than ripping that thing out of you." She pointed at my stomach and smirked when she said 'thing'. "I paid him and threatened to expose him if he didn't do what I say," she explained.
Looking down at my hands, I decide to try a different matted of persuasion. "I… I could die… d-don't you c-care at all… about me?" I questioned as more tears spilled, landing on my lap.
I heard an intake of breath and gazed up through my eyelashes. Kate looked for the first time pained; it was like she was struggling against herself. "Of course, I do! That's why I'm doing this. I don't want you to be like me."
I stared at her with anger and pain in my eyes. This was just so low, how could my own mother force an abortion on me. Abortion was for so many reasons wrong, and definitely dangerous.
"Get it over with," she spoke to the doctor before leaving the room.
"I'm sorry miss," he said as he brought a mask to my face. I struggled and tried with all my force to fight him off but he ended up putting it on me anyway. He turned the machine on and I soon fall back onto the bed, one single tear sliding down my cheek as my eyes closed, darkness overtaking me once again.
A/N: Hey guys! Sorry for the delay. I hope you enjoyed it. Please comment, I love and need feedback. Should I continue?
