The next morning.
The breakfast table was silent and awkward.
"You guys can still talk to me." Jessica says breaking the silence.
"Sorry." Suzanne says.
"I'm pregnant, I didn't do anything.. just be normal."
"I'm sorry, Jess.... Actually, I have something to say Jessica." Bill says.
"Yes?"
"I.. I'm sorry I didn't go after this piece of shit when you first told us. I'm a horrible person for not believing you. I'm gonna make sure you have justice. This bastard won't get away with what he's done."
"I don't want him to know about the baby."
"Jessica, we have to get this guy!"
"I wanted that, but.. what if he wants the baby? What if he wants.. to see me?"
"We won't let that happen." Suzanne says. "No one would ever let that happen."
"No and I won't rest until he's behind bars."
Jessica suddenly felt overwhelmed. She's never had someone stand up for her in this way before.
"Thank you, Bill."
Bill nods. "This asshole is gonna pay, I promise you that."
**
Later that night.
Jessica went into Bill's office and googled how to get rid of her "Problem". Some things she read were terrifying, others involved drugs. Jessica didn't even know how to get her hands on these pills. Once again she felt totally lost and alone.
"How am I supposed to get this thing out of me? I can't do this." Jessica sat at his desk and cried.
Suddenly Jessica heard a noise and gasped.
"Jessica?"
"Bill, I am so sorry. I was.."
"Are you okay?"
Jessica looks to Bill and pouts as she nods softly. "No. No I'm not okay."
"What were you doing?" Bill looks at the screen.
"Jessica, you can't do this. This stuff is dangerous."
"I know that's why I'm upset. I can't get rid of this! Nothing I do will take this away. I can't leave, this thing will still be inside of me!"
"Calm down, you'll make yourself sick."
Jessica wipes her tears and sniffles. "I know it sounds terrible because this little baby didn't do anything wrong for me to be so mean to it.. but I just pray I have a miscarriage or something. Bill, I can't do this. I can't have a baby at twelve years old."
Bill didn't know what to say. Nothing could possibly make her feel any better at a time like this.
***
Five days later.
Sarah's POV.
"Mom, why do you think Jessica isn't talking to me?"
"Maybe she's still feeling under the weather, sweetie. Don't be upset."
"This isn't like her. I'm going to her house."
"Sarah Paulson."
"It's down the street and her foster parents are at work. I have to talk to her."
Catherine sighs. "Be carful and text me when you get there."
