A/N: This is the last of any updates of any story until Wednesday everyone!

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"Alright Maya." Missy said, shutting her apartment door and tossing her keys on the kitchen counter. "I talked to some of your teachers. They said that after Jellybean is born if you do all the makeup work and still finish with Cs, you can still graduate. Ms. Kossal just wants to make sure that you'll be able to finish up all your pieces for the art show in May."

Maya's phone started violently buzzing on the little table above her head, but she ignored it, still laying on her back on the couch, staring at the ceiling. With a heavy sigh, Missy walked over and glanced at it, a frown on her face.

"Are you gonna get that anytime soon?"

"Is it Riley…?" Maya muttered, sniffling softly.

"Yes."

"Then no."

Missy scoffed and rolled her eyes, planting her hands on her hips.

"You know you've got like seven hundred unread messages and a thousand calls, right?"

Maya said nothing, gently stroking her abdomen. She couldn't speak to them. Not if she was going to be leaving soon. They would want an explanation, and she would have to lie and it would just hurt them all more if she spoke to anyone now. She didn't need to. She would just disappear from their lives, the deserting Clutterbucket street trash that she was, and they would forget about her. And eventually one day, she would just be a bitter memory; a sore spot and a lost remnant of their youth.

A tear trickled out of the corner of her eye, and Maya tried to swallow down the lump in her throat that was threatening to make her break down in sobs.

"Look, this whole woe is me thing has been going on for like five days now. I've put up with your sulking and not eating and sitting around all day for five whole days and even skipped the rest of school today, but enough is enough, Maya. I don't mind having you here, but you need to tell me what happened." Missy chastised, leaning over Maya with an irritated brow raised. "But first, your ass needs to eat, okay? For whatever reason, you're hurting, but Jellybean needs food. You can't starve yourself and your baby. I don't care what happened and how much pain you're in. I'm not going to let you no longer be healthy. If you don't hydrate and nourish yourself, you'll get dizzy and you could start having contractions early."

Maya rubbed the swell of her belly, mentally apologizing to Jellybean for being incompetent. Her other hand crawled up to her neck and she closed her eyes as she clutched the locket around her neck.

"I'm trying… but I can't."

It was true. Every time she put food in her mouth, she vomited it back up. She felt weak and drained, her mind racing at every point, and she couldn't find it in herself to settle. She felt faint and haggard and hadn't slept properly in days, but every time she did try, all she could see was Lucas' heartbroken face, the warmth in the depth of his eyes still there, even as she'd ripped his heart out. Even as he spat those words at her.

He still had the care in his eyes.

Like he just couldn't help it.

And that made what she did to him hurt all the more.

But she didn't have the right to be sad, because in the end, she'd become a Clutterbucket. She'd left. She had run. And even though it hurt her, at least she'd saved Lucas the trouble of living a difficult life with her in the future.

She felt sick. Not just to her stomach, but everything. Her body ached, she was sore and cranky and her will to get up and even start her day just didn't exist. She couldn't even find the will to paint anything. The catharsis she found in art was completely wiped away because of what had happened.

She should never have agreed to be Lucas' girlfriend.

Hell, she should never had even told him he was the father. She should have just suffered on her own. She should have just let herself be miserable. Now they were both heartbroken and she didn't think she would ever heal from this.

Lucas not knowing she was pregnant would have been a much preferable situation to this, where they couldn't even be together.

Maya curled up on her side, a soft whimper leaving her lips as she thought of him.

It hurt.

Especially since all she wanted to do was see his face. She was so in love with him it was destroying her.

"Okay you know what? I've let you wallow all week and be miserable these past days and waddle around like some depressed duck, but I've had it." Missy growled, walking around to the front of the couch and plopping onto the carpet in front of Maya so they were eye to eye. "Tell me what's bothering you or I'm going to stop buying ice cream."

"I can't… Lucas—"

"Maya shut up about Lucas' life being ruined! You've been saying that as the answer to everything I've asked for days! What. Happened."

"I can't tell you…"

"Why not?!"

"Because Lucas' life will be ruined…"

Missy's nostrils flared. "Stop playing these games with me Maya. I could have been skipping class and making out with Billy right now, but I'm here helping you and stowing you away. You owe me. Now tell me what is going on or I'm going to call Lucas right now and tell him that you're here because you think you'll ruin his life."

Maya knew she wasn't bluffing. Her eyes held that shrewd quality to them that she knew meant Missy meant business.

So with a sniffle, Maya told her everything. She told her about Mr. Friar and his threats to ruin Lucas' future. His threats to make the divorce with Lila a living hell. The condo in Boston. The money Maya would receive. The terrible breakup with Lucas. Telling Lucas Jellybean wasn't his.

How she broke Lucas.

Shredded his heart to pieces.

By the end of her explanation, Maya was sobbing, her shoulders shaking and her heart feeling the heartbreak even worse than when it had happened.

"That's what happened?" Missy asked after an extended period of silence where she let Maya cry.

Maya focused her vision on Missy with a nod and became surprised to see that she was giving her an incredulous look.

"That is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard." Missy growled, "What the hell, Maya. You can't just throw Lucas away because you're scared of his father! What you did is selfish not selfless. You didn't even think about how it would affect him. And then you destroyed him!"

Maya sniffled, her eyes blurring with tears again. "You don't understand—"

"No, you don't understand." Missy snapped. "You haven't gone to school, so you don't know anything that's been going on with your friends. You should have seen Lucas these past few days. He is absolutely wrecked. He can't focus. He skips Gov all time. And then I found out he's been skipping all his classes. He's on temporary leave of absence from the team because he punched a hole in the locker room wall and fucked up his hand. I'm telling you, he needs you."

"No he doesn't… He needs to forget about me."

Missy ignored her. "And Riley? You know? Your best friend in the whole wide world who you once told me makes you a better you? She was crying in history class. She was crying. I have never seen that bubbly girl cry a day in my life. She was crying so hard they sent her to the guidance counselor!"

Maya closed her eyes, knowing she was the reason why Riley was in so much pain.

I'm so sorry, Riley.

"And Farkle? Confident Farkle who has an answer for everything? He's completely lost. Doesn't have a clue what to do. One best friend is completely MIA and the other two are in emotional turmoil. And they have nothing to go by to figure out what happened to you. Do you know how fucking hard it was for me to lie to their faces that I have no idea where you are? Because let me tell you, Riley and tears are horrifying to watch. Every time Riley cries, a cute animal dies, you know?!"

"I… I don't know what to do… I have to leave the city."

"No Maya. You need to go fix this. And you need to fix this now. You hurt all your friends with your selfish actions when what you should have done was tell them the truth immediately. At least if they knew, they could have helped you take the next steps and make measures to ensure Lucas and his mother's safety from his father."

"But his father said he would ruin his life. He said he would make life hard for Lucas and Lila. I don't want their lives ruined because of me."

"So what?" Missy shook her head. "You think that's your decision to make? Lucas is a grown up. So is Lila. He can take care of this problem. It wasn't your call to decide to end things just because you were scared for him. You talked about how annoying it was when he just did whatever he thought was best for you in the relationship without letting you know. Well guess what? You just did the same shit to him, only one thousand times worse because you lied to him! Good God! What the fuck was going through your mind, Maya?! You need to take responsibility for the mess you've made of your friends!"

Maya's eyes widened, realizing she had done the exact thing she had asked Lucas not to do.

"You're right…"

"Damn right I am." Missy said, rising to her feet. "So get the hell up off your feet so we can go tell Lucas. He's still at school."

"I-I don't know what to say to him…"

"Look, it might take a while to fix this mess, but you have to start somewhere. And we can start with you going to him and giving him a fucking hug because that boy needs one. Lucas is supposed to be the prince of our school but shit, he is a damn mess and one annoyance away from beating the shit out of someone."

Maya swallowed thickly, sitting up slowly and nodding, wiping away the tears in her eyes. "I need to go to him."

"Yes! Exactly!" Missy helped her stand up. "So let's go to him! Let's go fix this mess, okay!"

Maya nodded, smiling weakly. "Let's go."

"Alright! That's what I'm talking about! Let's go get your man!"

They headed out of the apartment complex, hurrying down the sidewalk and heading towards the entrance to the subway that was near Missy's complex. Maya's heart was racing, beating excitedly.

Missy was right. She had been an idiot about this whole thing. It didn't matter what Mr. Friar wanted. And she shouldn't have listened to him and allowed him to dictate the terms of her life.

She was going to make amends with Lucas. She was going to tell him the truth. And she would finally get him back. She would get her family back.

Maya clutched the locket around her neck, hoping so badly that Lucas would listen to what she had to say.

They stopped near the entrance of the stairwell, and Missy turned to her.

"Hold on a second, okay? There's a hot dog vendor right there. Let me buy you at least something to eat so you don't starve you or Jellybean to death.

She jogged away to the street vendor a little ways nearby, and Maya waited patiently, running through her mind what she could say to Lucas once she saw him. What would he say? How would he look at her? Would he even believe her?

And then Maya felt it.

A sharp, tight sting like a period cramp.

She set her hand on her abdomen, absentmindedly rubbing it gently and hoping it would dissipate.

But it got worse.

Maya groaned, inhaling sharply and bending over when the pain increased. She let out a soft whimper, gripping her abdomen, her face contorting in pain.

What was this? Was she having a Braxton Hicks contraction? If so, she needed to call Dr. Torres right away.

And then she felt a popping sensation between her legs. A soft gush of warm fluid spilled out and down her legs. Maya shakily looked down between her legs in shock, watching as a small flood of clear liquid dripped from beneath the skirt of her dress, wetting the sidewalk.

Her water had broken.

Shit.

"M-Missy…" Maya whispered, the words not really leaving her mouth.

But whatever other words she may have had were robbed from her when the horrifying cramping pains in her abdomen gripped her again, sharp and long and brutal to the point where Maya had to stoop to try to alleviate some of the pain. A tingling sensation rose to her head, and she grew faint and felt dizzy. Her vision danced, and she leaned down, letting out another whimper of pain when it intensified.

Taking a few wobbly steps forward, Maya reached out to hold the railing of the subway station entryway stairs to have something to help steady her.

And her hand hit air as she leaned forward.

She thought she had set her hand on the railing. She thought she had leaned against the railing. She thought she'd gotten a grip.

But she hadn't.

At all.

It felt like slow motion.

She felt her body tip forward.

She watched the concrete subway steps rise up quickly to meet her.

And then pain.

Pain in her head.

Pain in her arm.

Pain in her abdomen.

Pain in her side.

Pain in her head again.

Pain as each step jolted her around. As she tumbled down. As she was brutally bounced around and tossed down like a rag doll. She could hear someone screaming, but Maya couldn't stop herself.

When she finally rolled to a stop on her side on the dirty floor of the subway platform, there was a high pitched ringing in her ears, and Maya blearily opened her eyes, groaning, her vision completely foggy and spots dancing in her eyes.

Everything was numb.

Everything was numb and she felt dazed and her body just wasn't listening to her to get up. The sound of a departing subway train filled her ears. The wind from the subway ruffled her clothes and hair, but Maya barely registered it.

There was something sticky between her legs. Something pooling underneath her through her clothes.

There was another scream as a pair of feet stopped in front of her.

"You're bleeding!"

Instinct made Maya reach shakily for her screaming head, gently touching a sore spot that was throbbing painfully, making her jolt each time a pang of fire shot through her body. Her fingers drew away from her head, and she found blood. But when she looked up woozily at the woman in front of her, she noticed her eyes were downcast.

And Maya knew she had been referencing the pool of blood under her legs. And Maya knew exactly where it was that she was bleeding from.

She gasped for breath, grimacing and gripping her abdomen as the sharp pain suddenly increased tenfold. She could barely see anything, soft sobs leaving her mouth and her body wracked with shudders as wave after wave of crippling pain suddenly shot through her body.

She couldn't feel Jellybean moving.

Please hold on Jellybean. I'll help you. Just hang on. I don't want to lose you. Stay with me. Please.

"Holy shit! Maya!" Missy shouted, her voice quickly approaching. "Don't touch her! She could miscarry if you jolt her around too much!"

She looked up groggily as Missy slid to her knees beside to her, her face shocked and horrified and tears in her eyes. Missy gingerly cradled Maya's head in her lap.

She turned over her shoulder frantically. "Someone call a fucking ambulance! She needs medical attention now!"

"M-Missy…" she croaked, letting out a shuddering breath and chuckling mirthlessly as tears cascaded down her face. "It… It hurts…I feel like… I'm dying…"

"Oh my God…You're not dying, okay?!" Missy gently rubbed her face. "Maya! Stay with me okay?! We're gonna get an ambulance."

Maya rasped for breath when another agonizing wave of pain tightened her abdomen. All she could feel was pain and her contractions were getting to the point where there was no end to them.

It was dizzying and she felt like she was going to pass out and Maya tried to suck in air, cringing when it got worse. A ragged cry forced itself out of her throat when a shock of pain danced through her head and ruthlessly gripped her lower back.

It was too much. She felt like she was about to die.

Was this what she deserved…?

Was this what she got for breaking Lucas' heart?

She felt a soft flutter in her abdomen during a brief reprieve from her contraction, and Maya tried to rub her ailing abdomen to reassure her, but her hand wasn't moving. No matter how much she tried.

Her whole body wasn't moving.

Her whole body wasn't responding.

I've never prayed before, but God, if you hear me, please save my baby. Please. Please don't let her die.