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Tori's POV

My jaw dropped and my eyes nearly popped out of my head. I put my arms around my stomach and squeaked out, "What?" My heart felt like it was just vibrating.

She nodded. "You're pregnant. I don't think you're very far along, probably less than a month, but you'll want to schedule another doctor's appointment to check everything out and make sure the baby is healthy."

I could feel my body shaking. All I could think was that this couldn't be happening. I did not want to have a baby with the man who kidnapped me, beat me, and raped me. Whenever I looked at that baby, I would just think of him. Plus, I was only eighteen. I wasn't ready to be a mom. "But…no," I said. "I can't be…pregnant." I flinched at the word.

She walked up to me and patted my shoulder. "I know this isn't what you expected and I'm really sorry about that. Now legally, I can't advise you what to do, but there are quite a few options you could take. You'll just need to choose the decision that's best for you."

I nodded, my head in a daze. "Thank you,"

The doctor then went on to explain everything else they found through drawing blood. They discovered what specific vitamins and minerals I was low on and she made sure those were prescribed.

I only heard half of what she said.

"So are we done here?" asked my mom once the doctor was done talking.

"Yeah, I believe we're good." said the doctor and she looked at me and smiled. "It was good to see you, Tori."

"You too," I said quietly, because it's the nice thing to say. It wasn't that I didn't like her; I just didn't like the news she gave me.

"Alright, let's go Tori," said my mom and I got up from the bed. Me, my mom, and the doctor walked out of the room and down the hall. My mom paid out and then we left. It was taking everything I had not to cry.

Once we got in the car, I burst into tears. "Mom, this can't be happening!" I said shakily. "I hate that man so much! Why did it have to be me? I would have rather him killed me than for him to get me pregnant!"

"Tori, relax, okay?" said my mom. "I know that you didn't want to get pregnant by this guy and I didn't want that either. I can't even imagine you being pregnant, but…maybe this is a good thing. A baby is a blessing, Tori. This could be a bad thing turned into a good thing, the light at the end of the tunnel."

I looked at her in shock. "A good thing? You're saying it's a good thing? Do you know who this baby's father is? It's the man that caused me a lifetime of pain in six months! I don't want to be the mother to his baby!"

"Tori, it's your baby too." she said gently. "In fact, it's more your baby than his. I doubt he'll ever see that baby or even know he or she exists. It's not his right to know."

"But he's the father, so shouldn't he have the right to know?" I asked.

"Not based on what he did to you," she said. "He's in jail right now and will probably be there for the rest of his life. We won't know that until we go to court, but it's not hard to guess that he'll spend the rest of his life behind bars."

It just then occurred to me that we would have to go to court. I would have to stand in front of a jury and explain in great detail what that man did to me. Worst of all, I'd have to face that man. I gulped and said, "When will that take place?"

"I don't know, but it'll probably be a good while from now." she said.

I sighed shakily and then looked out the window. I didn't know what else to think of this situation. Just like the doctor said, I had different options to take: I could get an abortion, give the baby up for adoption, or just keep the baby. The thing was that none of those options suited me. If I got an abortion, I would live my whole life knowing that I killed a life. If I gave the baby up for adoption, I would live my whole life knowing that my baby was with another family and that I didn't have to guts to keep it. If I kept the baby, well…I'd be a mother. The worst thing about that would be that there's a chance that the baby will look like his or her dad. If that were the case, I'd never wanna look at him or her. At the same time, I knew that that wouldn't be fair to the baby.

By the time I got home, I had a horrible headache.

I jumped out of the car and ran in the house, heading up to my room. My dad was sitting in the living room when I walked in. My mom was right behind me. "Tori, please come back here!" said my mom. "We have to talk about this!"

"There's nothing to talk about!" I yelled. "My life is over!"

"No, it's not…Tori!" she yelled, but I was already at the top of the stairs. "Please, Tori, let's just–" I couldn't hear the rest of her sentence since I closed the door to my room and locked it.

I slid down my door and just cried. I didn't know what else to do.

After being in my room for an hour, I heard a knock on my door. "Tori?" said my mom's voice. My door was still locked, so I knew she couldn't get in. "Tori, honey, please come out," she said. "You need to eat. I've got some food for you right here." She waited for a moment while I continued to lie on my bed. "Okay, I'll just…I'll leave the food out by your door."

I waited a few minutes and then I rolled on my back. I put my arms around my stomach and looked up at the ceiling. I still couldn't believe I had a baby inside of me. My stomach was growling a little bit. It probably would be a good idea to have a little food.

I hopped off the bed and walked up to my door and unlocked it. I slowly opened it and looked around to make sure no one was there. There wasn't, so I reached down and picked up the tray and shut the door behind me, locking it again.

My mom had made me a simple ham, mayonnaise, and cheese sandwich and a glass of milk. I ended up eating the entire sandwich but leaving the crust and finishing the milk. I was stuffed by the time I was done.

An hour or so later, I walked up to my window and moved the curtain aside so I could look out. There were so many newscasters' vans out there with countless newscasters with microphones and notepads. My dad was standing there talking to them. He was probably telling them that I was locked in my room.

I heard a knock on my door. "Tori…" said my mom. "I see that you took your food in. Did you eat it all?" I bit my lip and turned to the door. I slowly walked up to it and opened it. My mom smiled at me. "Hey sweetie,"

I didn't smile at her, but I did say hi.

"Did you eat all your food?" she asked.

"All but the crust," I whispered.

"That's good." she said. "It's also really good that you eat as much as can, especially now."

I just looked at my mom and the longer I looked at her, the more I wanted to cry. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and I started bawling. "Oh, baby, it's okay." she said and wrapped her arms around me. I put my arms around her. "You'll be fine."

"I can't do it, Mom." I said through my tears. "I can't be a mother right now and…I don't want to be."

"I know, honey, I know." she said. "It's a lot to take in, but you don't have to make a decision now. I still have to make a doctor's appointment for you."

I continued to cry. "Mom…I don't wanna talk to all the people out there. I just can't…"

"And you don't have to," she said and we pulled apart. She wiped away a few of my tears. "You don't have to worry about it; your dad is talking to them right now."

"He's not telling them about…" I put my hands over my stomach. "Is he?"

"Oh, my gosh, of course not," she said. "We haven't told anyone." Just then, we heard the door bell ring. My mom glanced in the general direction of the door and then said, "Who could that be?"

I shrugged. "I don't know, but I'm just gonna stay in my room."

"Okay, honey," She gave me a quick kiss on the forehead and then headed downstairs.

I closed the door and locked it. I walked over to the window and looked back outside. There were still a bunch of newscasters out there and my dad was in the middle of them and talking about something. I looked a little closer and realized that Trina was out there with him. I rolled my eyes; my sister just had to be in the spotlight regardless of the situation.

A moment later, I heard a knock on my door. I groaned loudly and walked over to my door. "Why can't you people just leave me alone?" I exclaimed and pulled my door open. "Please just le–" I stopped talking and my breath caught in my throat. I suddenly felt like I wanted to cry again.

Andre raised his eyebrows. "Please just what?"

I burst into tears. No words were spoken, but Andre still knew how to make me feel better. He wrapped his arms around me and then managed to carry me to my bed. He laid down next to me and put an arm around me. He kissed my forehead and said, "What happened at the doctor's?"

I sobbed a few times before telling him. "I'm…I'm pregnant."

I heard him take in a quick breath. "Oh, Tori…" he whispered and gave my hand a squeeze. "I'm so sorry. Do you know how far along you are?"

I shook my head. "The doctor isn't certain, but she thinks it's at least less than a month." I pressed my hands on my stomach. "My stomach doesn't feel any different, so I know she's probably right."

"So…what are you gonna do?" he asked after a moment.

"I don't know." I told him. "I have three options: abortion, adoption or just keep it, but…I hate all three of those options." I explained to him what each of those options meant to me and what the consequence would be. He listened carefully and nodded every once in awhile. "What do you think I should do?" I asked once I was done with my explaining.

"You know…" he said and he pushed a few strands hair off my forehead. "If it were up to me, I'd tell you to keep the baby, but…it's not my decision. It's all you and I know you will make the right choice."

My eyes filled up with tears. "What if I chose to keep the baby? What if…what if he or she looks like their dad?" I shook my head. "I would never be able to look at him or her."

"Yeah, you would, Tori," he said softly. "You would love that baby more than anything. It's not the baby's fault that he or she was created. Maybe it was the best thing that could have happened."

"Andre, this baby came to me because of some jerk who raped me." I said. "How could that be the best thing that's ever happened to me?"

"I'm not saying that's the best thing that could have happened, but this baby might be the best thing." he said. "There's a difference between those two things."

"But…if that man hadn't kidnapped me and did what he did to me, I wouldn't be pregnant right now." I said. "Are you saying you're glad he did this to me?"

He looked visibly shocked that I would even say that. "Oh, my God, Tori! No, of course not!" he exclaimed. "I hate that he took you and did what he did, but…I'm just saying. Maybe this baby will be a good thing. You never know."

I sighed heavily and then cleared my throat. "Andre, um…we obviously have different views on the subject, so…can we please not talk about this? It's getting really uncomfortable."

"Oh yeah, sure," he said. "We could talk about how hard it was for me to get in your house since those newscasters are crowding up your front yard. You're quite the celebrity."

I giggled and shook my head. I laid down on my side and put my hands under my head. "Yeah, but it's not the kind of fame anyone would ever want."

"Well, if you were to ask Trina, it's sure worth it."

I rolled my eyes. "Well…anyone, but my sister,"

He chuckled lightly. "You know…speaking of Trina…she really missed you during these past six months. Remember how excited she was that she would be graduating?" I nodded. "I'd never seen someone look that depressed. They gave her diploma to her and she walked back to her seat; she wouldn't shake hands with the people up there. A lot of her friends were really excited, but not Trina and everyone could tell. Once the ceremony was over, your parents walked up to her and she started bawling. I think she took it the hardest out of everyone."

"You know…" I started off. "Trina and I may fight like crazy, but…we still love each other like crazy. I'm not even kidding; if anyone ever lays a hand on her or hurts her in anyway, I will kill them."

"Aww, look at you," I said. "Protecting your big sis,"

I shrugged. "We always protect each other." I told him. "Like for example…if you were to hurt me, she'd probably cut your balls off." I smiled an evil smile at him.

"Ouch," he said with a slight smile. "But guess what…" He leaned down and got just an inch away from my lips. "I will never hurt you, my love."

"Why do you torture me like this?" I whispered and pulled him closer to me. "Why do your lips get this close, but you don't kiss me?"

"Just say the words, babe." he whispered.

I giggled. "You're so cheesy, but I love you." I pulled his face to mine and passionately kissed him. He kissed me back passionately, but a moment later, we pulled apart. Kissing was fun and all, but it was nice to just have him close. For the next hour, we kissed close to a hundred times while just holding each other. The newscasters remained outside of my house the whole time.

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I want your opinion…what do you think Tori should do?