Chapter 5: How could this be?

The next two weeks were uneventful.

I stayed away from Ryan (but I always stayed away from him), Taylor, and Chad.

The only new thing was that I was sick almost everyday. It was usually in the morning.

This morning I woke up and kicked my legs off my bed. I felt a little dizzy and grabbed my head. Next I grabbed one of my breasts. My chest had been real sore and achy for a couple of days now. I didn't know what was up with my body and I really wanted it to stop. I already had enough things going on in my life.

Troy had been gone for the past two weeks, and it made me really happy. I didn't like looking over my shoulder all day and all night waiting for him to come and bother me. I also didn't like having sex almost twice every freaking day. But I didn't get my hopes up too much, because he had been gone two weeks the first time and had still come back to mess with me some more. Maybe this was the case, too. He was gonna wait for him being gone to raise my hopes that he wasn't coming back, then he would come back and squash them.

I slowly got up from the bed and took a step. As soon as I was up, I was hit by a wave of nausea. I ran to the bathroom and started to throw up. This had been added onto my new schedule.

It was weird. So many things had changed in a few weeks; I felt dizzy almost any time I got up fast, I ate and used the bathroom more than I used to, my feet were swollen, I vomited almost everyday, and I felt weird.

As I vomited, a random memory of my first time came to mind. I remembered all the precautions Troy took. Tying my hands, sock in my mouth, door locked, clothes off, and legs secured.

As I watched him slam into me, I noticed the one precaution he didn't take.

A condom.

He had forgotten the most important thing when having sex.

I watched him let go in me. If he had never worn a condom that could mean...

The new revelation shook me. It couldn't be. It can't be. But it was. There was nothing I could do to change it. The thought sent shivers down my spine and my blood ran cold in my veins. Everything clicked.

I was pregnant with my rapist's child.

There was no way to deny it. All the evidence pointed to it: The change in my sleeping patterns, the small, but noticeable, change in my appetite, the dizziness, the tenderness of my chest, the constant urge to go to the bathroom, the swollen body parts, and Oh! The constant puking Oh! Oh!

The truth hit me hard, and I found myself back at the toilet.

There was no need of a test, for I knew the truth. I flushed the toilet, got up, and started to rinse my mouth. There was no need to cry or be mad at myself, because whats done was done and I couldn't have changed it regardless. But there was a need to be scared.

All I wanted to do was find out how long I had before I started to get big. How long it was before I had to start explaining to people why and how I'd gotten pregnant. I wasn't going to kill it now matter how much trouble I was going to get in because of it or who it was by, no not this innocent life. I got my answer when I went to change and took off my shirt.

There was a small, ity, bity bump in my stomach. Only I could notice the change, after memorizing my stomach. The only way someone else would notice is if they ran their hand over my stomach a million of times. They probably still couldn't feel it.

I looked at my torso for a few minutes, then ran my hand over my stomach. I could barely see or feel it, but it still answered my question. I was starting to get big now.

I shook my head and continued to get dressed. I couldn't think about this right now, so I'd let the thought of me having a baby sink in later.

There you go, another chapter, hoped you enjoyed it. I know this chapters short, but the rest of them are longer. Tell me what you think and if I should change anything.

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