Chapter 2

Abigail's PoV

"Kat, I'm not going to be able to be a dancer. I'm going to get big and fat and it's all going to end with me going to hospital. I want to be there for the kid and I've seen how dancers treat there kids and its not pretty," I wailed to Kat in between chucking up bits of my lunch. We were in the bathroom with my head over the toilet and her holding my hair back.

"Abigail, my family is not a great example," she said to me wincing as I threw up again.

"Your right, because you have a father and my baby won't," I wailed before I really realized what I had said.

"You could maybe tell the father, or at least, you know, tell me who it is," she said not actually expecting me to tell her who it was.

"You wanna know so badly, I'll tell you," I said to her before putting my head down to vomit one last time before getting up.

"Really, you'll seriously tell me?" Kat said a little to loudly as her eyes grew wider and wider.

"Yes," I said as I walked over to my bed and she walked over to hers.

"Who?" She asked as soon as I had said yes.

"S-s-sammy, the father is Sammy," I almost found it impossible to say his name.

"What, how is that possible?" she asked genuinely puzzled.

"We, we were dating, we were going to go public after the Prix, b-but we never got the chance," I said as i began to cry.

"Hey, hey, hey. No, you don't get to cry. You have a little bit of Sammy with you everywhere you go. That is not something to cry about, that is a privilege," she tried to reason with me.

"I know Kat but what if it's a boy, I would love a little boy if it weren't Sammy's but he might look to much like Sammy and I'll see him in the kid everyday and I'll be forced to think about Sammy and the accident every second of every day and then the kid will want to know why daddy isn't around and I'll have to tell him/her about the stupid car and the fact that it was a hit and run and how the guy's in jail and how Sammy died on the way to the hospital and I'll have to re-live the accident," I said in hysterics.

"Abigail, its not that bad, you may not be a dancer but there are other options for your future," Kat whispered. "You could be anything you want. You might even be able to take a year off and come back and do third year next year."

"Yeah right," I said. "Miss Raine's gonna die when she finds out."