Bad Intentions

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Allan gave Quinn 12 more hours since when he got home we were all fast asleep. The plan was after the banquet she'd make a decision.

"I think you should give up the baby." Ethan said sighing heavily. We were sitting in his room talking while mom was at the hairdresser and Allan was getting his suit trimmed.

"What?" Quinn asked disgusted he thought that was even an option.

"He let you guys get raped. That isn't the worst he can do. Keep that baby and you'll be miserable. Every second of the day with no help? You need to think reasonably about this." He says.

"I agree. I mean, you can raise Regina's baby." I said.

"You guys are seriously going to let dad win? Let him just take whatever he wants from us?"

"Think about it. We have nothing left. Nothing worth being abandoned and stranded to a fucking hobble for." Ethan interrupted.

"This baby is worth it. It was worth it yesterday. It'll be worth it tomorrow! What happened to nothing over are kids?"

"What do you want that kid to have? You can't give it anything." I explained.

"I can give it love." She said.

"But love isn't going to help it survive. It won't be able to eat or drink off of love. Love isn't nourishment and honestly you can't love that baby if you don't love yourself." I said.

"I love myself. I do."

"Not enough to think about you in the long run. This baby is destroying your life. You're 15 years old. You don't even know how to balance a checkbook or doing anything serious. You're entire life is interdependent on another, less self-relying soul." Ethan interjected honestly.

"Ethan's right, he could and will do much worse to you and that baby if you don't listen."

"Fine. I'll give up the baby." She frowned. My heart tugged as I watched her sigh heavily letting a single tear fall from her tired, weak eyes.

"Maybe with all this drama behind us, the nightmares will go away." She muttered walking off. I looked down. I too had experienced nightmares thinking about early this week. Just last month I had a boyfriend, a family, a best friend. Everything is falling apart. Falling and crumbling and crashing into oblivion.

"You did the right thing." Ethan says patting my back.

"Doesn't make it hurt any less." I answered honestly pushing back a strand of hair.

"In a few months. She'll be over this. You'll be better and I'll be a father."

"A father to your birth mother's love child? That'd be an odd lifetime movie." I chuckled standing up.

"Yeah, one Cynthia would strip for." He smiled.

"Totally." I mumbled walking away.

"Look, it'll be fine. Don't stress to much. Go get ready for the party." He says walking out of his room.

"I know. It's just hard right now." I admit sighing heavily.

"Trust me I know." He says walking away. I climb up the stairs to my bedroom and lock the door. I pull out my laptop and open it up typing in my only trustee.

Netflix.

The lovely red screen pops up greeting me as it shows me all shows and movies related to the shit I've already watched.

"If there was any love stronger than ours let it never cross my eyes." I said stroking my laptop. I clicked on Bonnie and Clyde and wrapped a stray blanket over myself. The screen flickered to life illuminating my dark room as I plugged in my ear plugs and watched the television eagerly as I watched the action and sickly disturbed romance of the two criminals. I actually could imagine living like that. Refugees? No maybe not that maybe just a beggar. Most likely I'd starve. I'm too proud to admit to needing help. At least that's what Penelope's therapist tells me. Penelope? I wonder how long she plans on faking like she's really taking her meds? A week? Maybe two? I should probably call the neuroscientist. Maybe the Williams.