Calamity

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Your in the cafeteria eating dinner. Not really though, like usual you ignore the entree and eat the smaller snack. You're not worried that you'll get sick anymore, but the inmates threats have gotten worse.

"Watch your food, fed. Who knows what kind of poisons we can get our hands on in here."

You know they're just being jerks, but why risk it? If something were to happen to the baby you wouldn't be able to live with yourself.

"Y/n you need to eat something. What kind of poison would prison inmates have access to?" Says Aurora. "When would they have time to poison it? It's just unrealistic."

"I can't risk it, Aurora. If Diane has officers wrapped around her finger, why wouldn't she have access to cleaning supplies or bleach? Or cafeteria workers who can poison my plate?" You say.

"I just hate seeing you starve yourself. That could also hurt the baby you know." She says.

"I know that. But I'm still eating the smaller sides." You say. "They can't touch it since I pick it out myself."

"That's not filling enough."

"Whatever. I'm fine, I can handle myself." You say.

"Not only the food, but the sleep! You haven't had a nights rest in-"

"Just drop it Aurora." You interrupt. She sighs and eats her food. You eat a baby carrot and yawn widely.

"Inmate!"

You look behind you at the officer who just yelled. He's looking at you and you stand up.

"You've got some visitors." He says. You groan and walk towards him. You really hope it's not Fiona trying to ask about your bruise. The officer cuffs you and walks you out of the cafeteria to the interrogation room. The door buzzes and opens.

You gasp.

Spencer is sitting at the desk. His eyes light up when he sees you but only for a second. Once he sees your bruise and dark under eyes he swallows and his eyes furrow. He looks worried and a little bit angry. He glances down at your stomach for a second and it puts you in a short state of panic.

"I can't. I don't consent to this visit." You tell the officer. You really can't handle his sadness and worry right now, no matter how much you miss him.

"Y/n, please." He says. "I'm trying to help you."

The officer looks down at you and waits for your answer. You take a second to debate and nod your head. He uncuffs you and shuts you in the room with Spencer. You slowly walk towards the seat across from him and sit. You keep your head down but you can feel his eyes on you.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He asks. His voice breaks and it's almost enough to make you cry.

"I didn't want you to worry." You respond. You keep your head down.

"I could've done something to help you. You can't do this by yourself." He says.

"I know. That's why I talked to Fiona." You say. Spencer wants to say something else, but he doesn't. He just pulls his seat forward a little more and puts his arms on the table.

"Y/n I need you to tell me who hurt you." He says.

"I can't." You say. You look up at him and notice the desperation in his eyes. You look down again, not able to handle it.

"It could really help us get you some protection." He says. "You can start sleeping again. And eating."

You feel your eyes burn at his words. His voice broke and you feel terrible knowing that he's aware of how much you've been suffering. You know you can't just tell him, Diane might find out. You try and think of a way to talk to him. You think long and hard in silence.