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Rating: Teen

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A/N this chapter was hard to write because the ending to the last one was so shocking, even for me.

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Jack stared at her, his jaw inbetween being clenched and slack. She had...had she? Had he heard her right?

Herself?? She had killed herself? And then asked him for help?

And he had believed her when she said her dad had done it, he had believed ehr tears, and her anger, her pain had convinced him. But other then that he had really honestly expected her father to be the one to murder her eventualy.

Tru wasn't looking at him, she was watching the light play on the damp, dewy grass where they stood. She was afraid to see in his eyes the same things she saw in her own when she had woken up.

Horror, disbelief, anger, hate. Saddness, an emotion that made her fragile, like the baby resting inside her womb, she hoped that babies couldn't feel their mothers pain. All the emotions were negative, no happiness or joy. The silence that was surrounding them was crushing, defening and deadly.

She knew that after this day, after his acceptence of their growing child, she had known that she could be happy, that she wouldn't have to resort to suicidal means anymore. The baby could stay safe, Jack could stay safe.

She could stay safe.

But then Jack had questioned, he'd noticed the lack of evil daddy, on his way to kill his own daughter. He'd seen it in her eyes, he must have. The guilt was killing her all by itself, tearing her heart up and feeding it to invisable piranahs.

"Tru..." His words weren't right. His voice was off, the emotion absent. He shook his head, tears wanting to well up in his eyes. Did that mean she'd lied about other things? Did that mean there was no baby? No future family? Dispair raged in his heart, a lonliness so shocking that it chilled him to the bone.

Tru looked up, finally conjouring the courage to see into the brown pits of agony that rested where his eyes should be. No one, Tru thought, no one should ahve to feel that. And she hated herself all the more.

"I'm sorry..." She whispered, her eyes falling once more to study the suddenly amazingly interesting grass. Jack didn't speak, the coldness had chilled his throat too much for that.

Instead, he turned and he walked away. The tears that had welled in his eyes falling down his cheek, rivers of his pain made seeable.

Jack Harper walked away from the only thing, things, that had made his life worth living.

And as his feet took him away from that future, he tried to ignore the painful sobs that were echoing through his ears, eminating from the slumped form of Tru, leaning her back against a tree and craddeling the bumb residing on her stomach, the baby she no longer wanted all that much.