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Chloe's POV.

"No, no, no." Adele sighed. "If you want to kill him right away, go for the back of his neck. Don't hesitate."

Adele moved my hand so it was directly over the back of Simon's neck. Then suddenly, she slammed the side of my hand hard against it.

"Ow!" Simon called out, and whirled around. I turned quickly around, too, to stare at Adele. What the hell?

"Why'd you do that?" Simon yelled, rubbing his neck, his brows furrowed in confusion.

Adele shrugged. "It's just a demonstration. Now come on. Man up and let's try this again." She put her hands on her hips.

Simon shot me a withered look.

We'd been practicing in the way-too-small living room for almost three hours now, nonstop. I'd faced Derek, Tori, Derek again, and now Simon. I was pretty exhausted; my limbs felt achy, and I could feel the ghost of a headache starting in the back of my head.

I groaned and turned back to Adele. "Can we take a break?' I asked. My eye lids were starting to droop, and my back starting to ache, too. I was falling apart at the seems.

Adele shook her head no. "They won't take a break. They never take breaks." Adele's face turned deadly serious.

"They don't breath, or blink either. Or take bathroom breaks. They know and see all." Simon mimicked Adele's voice, then rolled his eyes. "One break won't kill us."

But Adele didn't back down quiet yet. "What are you going to do when were fighting? We may be in there for hours. You can't take breaks." Adele's tone became harsher.

But I wasn't going to push it. I was tired now, dammit, and I was going to go lay down.

I sighed, and stomped out of the living room to the kitchen.

My stomach rumbled, and I suddenly was over come with a sickening feeling. The headache In my head and gone into a full out throbbing now, and my back was stiff as a board.

My stomach churned again, and I lurched forward suddenly, over the sink.

And then I threw up.

When I finished, I grabbed a handful of napkins and cleaned off my mouth. Panting, I then threw the napkins away and shakily opened the cabinet above me for a glass. I filled it with water, and then cleaned my mouth out.

Then, much to my dismay, my throat began to burn again, my stomach churned, and I barfed into the sink once again.

As morning's breakfast was making its way back out of me, I felt cool hands collect my hair and pick it up off my sweaty neck. I was very grateful.

When it was finished, I repeated my previous cleaning ritual, then turned to find Tori standing behind me, her eyes sympathetic. The corners of her mouth were turned sharply down, and her arms were crossed.

"You shouldn't be training if your pregnant." She whispered. My breath caught.

It took me a second to collect my thoughts. I hadn't eaten anything bad. Was I sick? It was possible. We were all crammed into the tiny house, and germs sure did spread quickly. I thought I'd heard Aunt Lauren coughing earlier.

It could've just easily been that. A cold.

But who was I fooling?

I shook even harder. "I-I-" I stammered.

"Come on." Tori murmured. She grabbed me lightly by the shoulders and led me to the room she had been holed up in only days ago with Tristan and Emmeline.

The room was about walk-in-closet size, with a simple plain bed pushed up against the plain white wall. The room reminded me of a mental; asylum.

I walked to the bed, still wobbly, and plopped down on it.

My stomach churned. I groaned, and laid down on the bed, pulling my legs up to my chest. I closed my eyes, tight, as if somehow that could take the pain away.

Tori rubbed my leg comfortingly, and then sighed.

"We really should get you a test," She murmured in a worried tone.

My eyes flashed open to find Tori's face as worried as her words.

I pursed my lips. "I'm just…tired." I mumbled. But my words came out jumbled, and it just sounded like a bunch of nonsense.

A crash came from somewhere, probably the living room, and Tori jumped. She pursed her lips, and then headed to the door.

"I'll be out there if you need me." She said softly.

Then someone popped into my mind.

"Tori?" I croaked from the bed as she was halfway out the door. At first, I didn't think she could hear me, but then she slowly turned.

I cleared my throat once she was facing me.

"Don't….please don't say anything to Derek." I pleaded. If he saw me like this, he'd freak. And go to the worst possible possibility. The one I promised him I wasn't.

Tori hesitated, then after about two minutes, slowly nodded.

I let out a sigh of relief, and then closed my eyes, my thoughts darting between what could be going on with me -if anything was going on with me- and Derek.

I guess that's what inspired my dream.

I was lying in a field. There was a nice breeze, which rustled the tall grass around me. I drew tiny circles on my bloated stomach with my finger, day dreaming about a little white house and a white picket house to match, as cheesy as it sounded.

My head laid in Derek's lap. Derek was staring off into space too. But not in an alarmed way, like he did when someone was going to attack us. No, his eyes were warm, and the corners of his mouth were turned slightly up.

Suddenly, I broke out of my trance and looked up to him. "What are we going to name him?" I asked, my voice light and carefree. I hadn't sounded that way for a long, long time.

"Hmm?" Derek asked, blinked, and looked down at me. It took him a second, but he caught on. He narrowed his eyes. "How do you know it's going to be a he?" He asked, cocking his head to the side.

I shrugged. "Or a she. I'm not going to take sides." I smiled.

Derek grinned, then looked down to my stomach. "I don't know. It's your call." He said.

I frowned. "No. Your going to help me name our baby, mister." I poked him in the chest with my finger. He chuckled, and grabbed my hand.

Then someone approached us.

I didn't recognize the first person to show up at all. Then another stranger showed up next to the first. And another. And another.

They all looked alike. Buff men, some with tattoos and scars on their faces. Most of them looked around our age. A girl with big blue eyes and red hair peeked out from behind one of the guys.

I looked back at Derek confused. His face looked grim.

"What's wrong?" I whispered.

Derek's gaze switched from the people back to me. "Nothing." He said. But it was obviously something.

He kissed my hand, laid it on my stomach, then got up. I looked at him, confused.

And then he made his way over to the strangers. And he joined them.

"Chloe."

I woke up with a start. Sweat covered my forehead. I bolted up, panting, and looked around.

I was still in the asylum room. I turned, looking behind me to see who had said my name. When I didn't find anyone, I furrowed my brows. Then I looked down.

Simon sat on the floor, cross legged. He looked worried.

I ran a hand through my hair, and let out a sigh of relief. "You scared me."

He sighed. "You scared me. I came in here to tell you about the walk but you were talking in your sleep. Something about strangers and baby names…?" He cocked his head to the side, implying that I fill in.

Instead, I swallowed. I wasn't going to tell Simon. If I did, that was one step away from Derek. And how would it feel, finding out your fiancé is pregnant by talking with your brother?

I shook my head. I'm not pregnant.

Though it sure did seem like it. I bit my lip.

To get away from the subject, I picked up on something else he had said. "Walk?' I asked.

"Yeah," Simon said. "We figured as long as were in Chicago, we might as well make the best of it. We were going to walk around the city, maybe go shopping?" He wiggled his eyebrows. "And I know how you love shopping."

I smiled a little. "Did they leave yet?" I asked. Taking a walk around the city would be a nice distraction.

Simon shook his head. "Were waiting for you."

I swung my legs over the side of the bed. "Did Tori tell you I was in here?" I asked.

Simon stood up. "Yeah. And she made a big deal I don't tell Derek why."

I stopped. My heart raced and my eyes froze on his. "W-why?" I repeated.

Simon guiltily looked down. "You should tell him." He almost whispered.

I bolted up on my feet. "She told you?" I exclaimed.

Simon put a finger to his mouth. I sighed.

"I kind of dragged it out of her," Simon said after a moment of silence. "It isn't her fault. And I won't tell Derek. Though I strongly suggest you do."

I swallowed. "But we don't even know if I am." I whispered back.

Simon paused, considering.

"Chloe?" Aunt Lauren's voice chimed.

Simon whirled around, and I caught my breath as she peeked in the room. She opened the door wider when she saw me.

"There you are." She breathed, and smiled. Then her brows scrunched up. "Why are you in here?" She asked.

For lack of better excuse, and because my head was so jumbled I couldn't come up with one, I just shrugged.

Aunt Lauren shook her head. "Anyway, are you coming with us or what?" She glanced at Simon and gave him a funny look. I could tell she was confused why we were in such a small room together.

"Yeah." I nodded. Aunt Lauren smiled, and walked away. Simon shot me a look.

"Do you think that's a good idea?" he asked.

I walked to the door, and looked back on him. "Like I said. We don't even know if I am. Let's not freak out until we know for sure." My voice broke on the last word.

Simon let out a breath, then nodded to himself.

As soon as I was out of Tori's room, my hands immediately flew to my belly.

Let's not freak until we know for sure. I thought, trying to convince myself.

Bryce's POV.

Avril and I had been in Chicago before.

Actually, it's where we started out. Until Daddy dearest came along and dragged us out to join the pack.

The wind was fierce. It whipped at our faces, kicking up leaves and dirt. A car alarm went off somewhere in the distance, and someone cursed loudly.

I smiled. Ah, Chicago.

Simon and Avril were talking to my right, Avril pointing out skyscrapers and buildings in the not so far distance.

Bigfoot had his arms around Chloe right in front of me. He murmured something in her ear, to which she replied. "I'm fine."

It didn't sound convincing.

Tori held Tristan and Emmeline in her arms, and was walking with the leaders, who looked bright and happy, obviously trying to cheer us up. But that wasn't going to work.

The wind whipped around again, and Tori held Tristan and Emmeline tight to her chest. Her short hair flew all over the place, and she shut her eyes tight. She scrunched up her nose.

When the wind died down she sighed. Then she glanced over at me.

And I realized I had been staring at her for about five minutes.

She gave me a suspicious look, and Tristan, who was balanced on her left hip, wobbly turned his head around to glance at me, too.

I smiled a little. That kid was cute.

Then my gaze traveled back up to Tori. My smile quickly disappeared and I looked straight forward again, pretending to study the tall skyscraper we were about to pass.

Whatever. I thought. Why did it matter to me if she didn't like me? Hell. I didn't like her. I shook my head

We definitely needed to get away from these people fast, and get on our own feet again. I didn't like depending on these people, especially if they didn't want us here, anyway. And by the look Tori just gave me, they didn't want us with them at all.

I glanced at Avril and Simon, and made up my mind.

We were definitely going to leave tonight.

After aimlessly walking around, peeking in stores and commenting endlessly on how loud the city could be, everyone agreed to go out to eat.

After a while of debating (without me, of course,) they decided on Rain Forrest Café.

Although I was kinda in the mood for pizza, it didn't bother me at all. When they'd mentioned the name of the place, Avril had glanced back at me for the first time in the walk and given me a knowing look.

Rain Forrest Café was the first place Mom had ever taken us out to eat.

I remembered how the place had enchanted me, and how we had eaten right next to the animatronics gorilla which had yelped and beat it's chest about every ten minutes. I remembered the giant mushroom which sat in the corner, and how the whole place had vines and leaves on the wall; how fake trees were planted everywhere, and how a rushing waterfall met you at the door.

I must have been thinking for a long while, because when I looked again, we were crossing the street and the restaurant was a couple buildings down from the tower across from us.

Everyone crossed quickly, dodging the taxi's and cars darting down the street.

Tori went second to last (counting me), but took her time crossing the street. Which wasn't very smart of her.

Because in Chicago, you move it or loose it.

A taxi sped up coming for her. And it was obvious it wasn't going to swerve.

Tori jumped a foot back just as the taxi tore through the spot she was just it. It slowed down, but didn't stop. It slid and knocked into Tori's knees with a force that sent her and Tristan and Emmeline to the ground.

I ran to her and grabbed Emmeline, who was inches away from the pavement. Tori held on tight to Trsitan, her hair muffled. She was panting.

"Are you okay?" I breathed.

Tori, still panting, nodded.

What the hell? I thought, pissed. I got up from the ground, and turned toward the taxi.

"What the fugg!" I barked at him, covering Tristan's ears lightly with my hand. "She had her kid's with her, you jackass!"

"She wasn't moving!" The guy in the taxi barked. His pudgy face was red. There was something else red in the car, too. Behind him. It looked like hair…

No. it couldn't be her. I shook my head.

"Go to hell!" I gave him the finger, and then turned to Tori on the ground. I offered her my free hand. She took it, and struggled to get up.

Once she was up, she flashed the driver a dirty look. Then, she spit on the car.

I grabbed Tori's hand, and we quickly crossed the street. But not before Tori gave him the finger, too.

"You okay?" Simon rushed up to her, and took Emmeline from her arms. Everyone stared at her anxiously.

Slowly, she pried her fingers, one by one from my hand.

"Yeah." She nodded, inhaling.

"Im fine."

I glanced back at the cab.

Chloe's POV.

After the little taxi incident, we entered the restaurant.

I had to say, it was pretty amazing.

We chose to sit upstairs, near a beautiful waterfall and pond. Then scenery, no matter how fake, was pretty awesome.

But I couldn't exactly focus on the food, the conversation, or the scenery. Because of my splitting headache, back ache, and the fact that my stomach was churning again.

"It's nice." Avril spoke up for the first time since we'd entered the restaurant. "To relax a little bit. We haven't done something like this since we were little." She glanced across the table at Bryce, who wasn't paying attention.

My throat began to burn.

When Bryce didn't answer, Simon cleared his throat. "Have you guys eaten here before?" he asked Avril.

My stomach churned.

"Oh yeah." She answered. "Like, when we were, what, five?" She smiled.

And then I got that overwhelming sick feeling.

I bolted from my seat, and jogged from our table. I glanced around, frantic to find the bathroom. Then I spotted it. Ladies.

I ran into it, found and open stall, and then threw up again.

Bad food, I tried to convince myself.

On my way out, I looked in the mirror, and studied myself.

My hair was a mess from the wind. I hard large, dark circles under my eyes. I was pale.

I looked like crap.

I sighed. I'm not pregnant. I'm just tierd and sick. That's all.

I turned and pulled open the door to find Derek standing in front of me.

I shook my head and stepped back, surprised.

He looked down on me, his brows arched, his expression beyond worried.

"Chloe," He said in a tell-me-the-truth tone. "Are you alright?" He asked softly.

I nodded, and stepped out of the bathroom, letting the door close behind me.

"I'm fine. I don't think my burger was cooked all the way through, though." I lied, and scrunched up my nose.

"Chloe," Her groaned.

"Derek, I'm fine." I lied again, as convincingly as I could.

He sighed, ran his fingers through his hair, and nodded. But I could tell he didn't believe me. He only wanted too.

"Okay," He muttered.

I nodded, and we walked back to the table. But before we reached it, I swore I saw a flash of red hair directly behind me. But when I turned, nothing was there except for the waterfall.

When we got home, I went straight to the couch, exhausted. I buried my head in the cushions, and nodded off into a dreamless sleep.

When I woke up, Tori was looming over me. I jumped.

"Hey," She whispered. I looked around, confused.

She nudged me with a little white box. I focused in on what it said.

Home Pregnancy Test.

I looked up to her, alarmed.

"Just use it." She urged me, her face pleading. "I picked it up from one of the stores. No one saw me." She shrugged.

I pursed my lips, considering, and looked down at the box again.

If I took it, and it was negative, then I would know for sure I was sick. I wouldn't have to worry, and I could tell Derek not to worry, and everything would be okay.

But….what if it was positive?

I gulped, and then after another look from Tori, and deciding it would be better to know now then later, I took the box from her hands.

"Good luck," She whispered as I walked off toward the bathroom.

I turned back to look at her, and tucked the box up my shirt discreetly.

Yeah. I would need luck.

Very sorry about this chapter. I had to write it quick, quick, quick. Sorry for the crappy beginning! I just had to get to this point!

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