February 18th, 2018

I don't even know where to begin with this part. It's rather difficult because, there are many things I've told absolutely nobody. Not that I've meant to keep it a secret, mind you. When I was six years old I… had an incredibly traumatic experience. Or rather, a culmination of several. I was later diagnosed with a form of psychogenic amnesia, though rather mild, it's a bit more… severe than any sort of repressed memory syndrome. It certainly comes and goes, and I'll do my best to recount these events in spite of it. Talking about these things can… make things worse for me sometimes.

I'll start from the beginning of course. Or rather, just after the beginning. I already told you how Michael was a truly good person at the start. He took care of me more than well enough. Just before my third birthday was when things really started to change. I had by then just about finished growing, and… well, filling out, to put things mildly. I always knew I had rather… striking features. Michael would make comments from time to time (nothing out of line ever, I assure you), and I noticed the wandering eyes whenever we went on our morning jogs. Occasionally a male would try and strike up a conversation with me, but Michael never had any of it, quickly shooing them away. Mind you, this was at the same time I had really begun to dedicate as much free time as I could to learning how to fashion clothes together. Michael would bring me home books from the city library whenever he went into town for groceries and the like, and I learned very quickly, I must say. Even though he was happy to buy me whatever clothes I wanted, I took the initiative to put my own wardrobe together. All made by own paws. And well, I was proud of it. You couldn't catch me in anything but an elaborate, yet darling outfit. I always asked Michael for critique as well, and he had such sweet things to say… When he called me a princess, I…

...I'll stop. So, um. As I said, there were many males vying for my attention during the rare opportunities I had to go out into the city and meet other faces. It was refreshing, but I must admit, the young adult in me was rather annoyed that Michael wouldn't let any of them converse with me. Of course I wanted to chat. A few of them were even somewhat attractive, and piqued my interest as a result. How could they not? In hindsight, maybe a few of them weren't quite as good looking as I thought they were at the time, but I was a nearly grown female. Could you blame me?

Then came Michael's first business trip. These were a regularity for him before he brought me home, but for three years he had put them off in an effort to keep me safe. Some ground rules were laid before he left, of course. It was one week, and I wasn't to leave the property while he was gone, but he had stocked up on supplies, left me with more books than I could fathom, he left me a few movies as well, and instructed me to… relax. Simply relax, while he was gone. It was to be my vacation too, even if I couldn't go with him, and who was I to say no to that?

From the moment he was gone I kept myself plenty occupied, from what I remember. My free time was always quite crammed and this was no exception. However, that first evening I was paid a visit. No sooner had I retired to my bedroom and changed into my pajamas, when I heard a gentle tap at my window. Sure enough, there was a Pokemon situated up on the windowsill. A Leafeon, to be exact. Now you would probably ask what a grass type is doing in Snowpoint, but at the time it was late summer which at times did lead to certain Pokemon migrating up north for the cooler weather. As it would also turn out, this Leafeon had a trainer, because I did in fact open the window without hesitation. As nice as the privacy had been for that one day, I was eager to chat with somebody. To my surprise, I was charmed from the moment we began to talk.

His name was Liam, and I recognized him as one of the wandering eyes from my many jogs prior. He was only there for the summer with his trainer, but he was often out and about, and every so often we would cross paths as Michael and I made our way through the downtown area. Do keep in mind how small Snowpoint is, and how recognizable that would make everyone. Do I know the exact extent of his… well, I suppose you could call it stalking. He had waited for me, certainly. But he wasn't hostile. He was… sweet. Incredibly so.

And it certainly helped that he possessed a subtle Kalosian accent.

Dark as it was, I informed him of the rules that were given to me, and he obliged. He would not enter my room, and I would not leave it. So we talked for… what must have been hours, with him atop the windowsill, while I was reclined on the bed. He took every opportunity to compliment me, to call me beautiful. Surely now I know how tremendously hard he was trying but, at the time I was quite smitten. He was rather good-looking himself, possessing powerful features and such a gentle demeanor. After so long he bowed his head and departed, and I was quick to shut my window before heading off to bed.

The next day was much the same. To my surprise, he returned at just the same time, as I was preparing for bed. And again, how I could not oblige? We had hit it off so well the night before. However the conversation was a little less casual, as he asked me a bit more about myself, and I probably told a bit more than I should have. Nevertheless, the conversation was just as cordial, despite his flirtatious nature.

Please keep in mind, I was so stupid. So naive at this time, I… I couldn't help but fall for him. What was I supposed to think? Used to my environment as I was, I always felt a little stifled. An inability to express myself, and I was an extrovert. I found it very easy to talk to anybody, and he was no exception. I walked right into his paws. But, at the time I didn't care. He left again on the second night, though I foolishly let him play off the romantic and kiss my paw before he left. I was giggling like a schoolgirl. Goodness, how embarrassing.

The third day… I didn't even leave my bedroom. I walked to the window the moment I awoke and threw it open. Then I waited. As it turned out, Liam wasn't all that calculated, arriving just before noon, and seeing me waiting for him this time must have caught him off guard. Nevertheless, he played up the charmer, and naturally I swooned.

And then I did something so stupid I… I always regretted it. I think this was the catalyst for everything that came afterward. At least, I thought it was. I blamed myself for so long, but I wouldn't learn until much later that… this wasn't as horrible of a mistake as I had thought.

Anyway, I invited him in.

We spent the whole of the day together. After I cleaned him up and made sure he wouldn't track anything on the carpet - and yes, /I/ cleaned him up - we simply stayed with each other. I should walk back and say I did leave the bedroom after that. We did a few various things together. I gave him a tour, explained what I did - all of which he seemed to just accept, which thinking back should have raised a few red flags. But he wasn't very inquisitive anymore. He knew well enough and I was an idiot.

And then came nightfall. Sparing you the details, you can easily assume what happened next. He had gotten what he'd initially came for at least.

The following morning he urged me to leave with him, which was something I found completely absurd and out of the question, so I declined. His entire demeanor changed from suave and confident to nervous and frantic. I genuinely think he was worried about me. Probably because he knew. He knew what I wouldn't feel until the following day. Remember this was four days into the week, and Michael would be home soon. After I declined, Liam told me he could only stay with me until Michael returned. Which was certainly understandable. I knew Michael would be furious if he found the Leafeon here. Those last couple of days were rather… strange. He never quite settled down, and on the second day I came to the realization that I was pregnant.

Something I had never known that was… apparently the case with most of the experiments for SIPR was this exponentially increased fertility. Again, this was something I wouldn't learn until later, but this is why Michael tried to keep the males away from me. And… this is also why said males always seemed so eager. I didn't… connect the dots quickly enough. Not until immediately after Liam left. And he left so... dejectedly. So humiliated. I think he had tried to persuade me to go with him until the very end.

And when Michael found out…

He didn't find out right away, but.

...He had never hit me before that moment.