I walked home with Ian and smiled when he made a face at my front door.
"Don't worry Zip, daddy dearest isn't home and won't be for awhile." He nodded and smirked as if to say, 'he understood,' what I was getting at. I sighed and sat on the couch; he smiled as he went to shut the door we had just come in, and joined me. He took of his school bag and laid it gently near the side of the couch. Soon, though, he was sitting closer to me. He shifted a little and I helped him relax by touching his chin with one of my fingers and pulling him close so our lips met. He smiled as we pulled away and laughed.
"Pip?"
"Yeah Ian?" I replied, throwing him a glamorous side glance.
"You're a Pip."
"Oh why how original, Zip." Ian laughed and pulled me up; we walked to my room upstairs.
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The next day my phone rang but I was too tired to get up to answer it...then it rang again and I groaned as I stood and snatched I off of the bedside table. The caller ID said Ian and I immediately answered it.
"Hey Zip, good morning." I said cheerfully but all I heard on the other side was breathing...deep, heavy...labored breathing. Ian's father had abused him before....I knew Ian wouldn't call me for that though...he must've fallen or been thrown...and his phone dialed. I hung it up quickly and grabbed my keys, driving to Ian's house as quick as I could. Here were cop cars outside and his father was hand cuffed in one. I ran past the police and into the house. No one was in there except for one officer so I ran up to Ian's room. They hadn't found him yet, for when I opened the door eh was the only one in the room, lying on the floor in a puddle of red. I knelt next to him quickly, hoping to get his attention like I had last time this happened...but it hadn't been half as bad last time either.
"Ian....ian....Ian Mckinley look at me now.....open your eyes...please." I begged softly and his swollen shut eye managed to open somewhat. I let out a huge breath and smiled holding his hand until one of the officers came up. The paramedics got there soon after but by the time they had gotten there Ian's was again unconscious and now unstable. I really feared for what I thought could be the end of loving and hugging and kissing and laughing and being with the man I loved. I loved Ian to no end...and this afternoon...I was fearing his father had ruined that. Ian couldn't die on me...I still had something to tell him.....he had no idea the, 'necessities,' I sent him to the store for, weren't for my period.....but instead, for something far more complicated.....a miscarriage. I had our child and I lost it...I couldn't lose Ian too.