I'm Your Enemy (Gilbert Blythe X OC)

Well Shit

Flora's POV.

I'm standing in front of the train, I'm in line waiting to be the next to go inside, and guess who's beside me. Yes. It's Mr. Phillips. I really have no other choice. It's either going with him or die by the train tracks.

"Florence." I turn around to see a black haired boy with brown eyes. "Is that blood on your dress?!"

"Alejandro!" I leap into his arms. Suddenly I relax.

"What happened, muchacha?"
He looks at my dress and then back at my face, searching for injuries.

"Intreduce me to your friend, Florence." Mr. Phillips steps beside me and I stiffen up.

"Uh... Mr. Phillips, Alejandro. Alejandro, Mr. Phillips."

They shake hands.

"I, uh, don't need your help anymore, Mr. Phillips."

"Don't be silly, child, I'll help you get back home." He grabs my arm, pulling me closer.

"No." I take Alejandro's hand. "I'm going home with Alejandro. Right, Ale?" I turn to him. He looks between the professor and I, and he seems to take the hint.

"Yes. Yes, that's right." He says. This time he is the one to pull me closer. "I offer to take her home."

"No. We were quite alright on our own." The Professor pulls me to him. Somehow this has become a game of catch and I am the ball.

"Well, let Florence choose who-"

"I choose Alejandro!" I interrupt before Alejandro even has a chance to finish.

"There we go. The lady has made her choice."

"Listen, sir, I will gladly escort Floren-" Mr. Phillips argues before someone speaks.

"Señor Phillips, I will call for security if you don't leave the lady alone."

He shuts up at once. Mr. Phillips looks at me and then back at the train. Without saying anything, he walks into the train. A heaviness lifts itself from my shoulder and I feel as if I can finally breathe.

"Flora, I'm not even going to ask." I hear Alejandro say as he grabs my hand. He walks me away from the station and we walk towards the ship that Alejandro works at.

"Yeah, I think that's for the best." I tell him.

"Name?" A man in front of the ship asks.

"Alejandro Montero." The man steps aside and we walk onto the bridge between the ship and land. "When we're in the ship, you're going to tell me why you look like death." He says stirnly. Ale has always been protective. Even when we were in school in Prince Edward Island and he heard that I was moving to Nova Scotia he said he'd move in with his mom who lives in Nove Scotia just to go to school with me. But then he left school and got a job as a bartender when he heard that I was moving back to PEI.

He sits me down by a table that I know well.

"Talk." He says as he sits with me.

"I don't want to tell you."

"Did someone do that to you? Was it the Phillips man? Did he hit you?!"

"No."

"Was it your boyfriend?"

"No!"

"Then tell me what happened."

"I did a fucking abortion, okay?"

He looks at me as if I said I had jumped off a cliff. He leans back in his chair as he combs his hair back with his fingers. He looks back at me.

"You're pregnant?"

"I was pregnant." I tell him.

"Am I the father?" He asks. I look at him dead in the eyes. Is he serious? "Sorry, I make jokes when I'm nervous."

"I got it illegally done at the orphanage." I change the subject.

"That's why you're bleeding?"

"Yes."

"You need to go to a hospital." He pulls me up from my seat.

"No!"

"What do you mean 'no'? You're bleeding out!"

My head spins in circles as I stand. My vision is blurry and voices have become echoes. It feels the same as when I was curled up in the corner of the station.

"I need to sit down."

"No! You need a hospital."

"Ale..."

"Lo siento, Florence, but you need help."

"I do. I know that. And you're going to get me help... when we're back to Avonlea. Not here- I just need to- I need to sit down." I say as my head plays tricks on me, making me see black dots. I lean onto him.

"Florence?" That's the last thing I hear before everything goes dark.

***

I am awakened by low chatter. Everything still sounds like a distant echo and my vision still has black dots blocking them.

"Is she awake?" A deep Spanish accent comes through.

"Florence?" I hear a voice. Oh no. That voice. The black dots finally find their way out of my sight and I can clearly see three men looking down at me.

Alejandro.

Bash.

And Gilbert.

"Can she even hear you?" Bash speaks up as he waves a hand in front of my face.

"Is she even conscious yet?" Asks Alejandro.

"Her eyes are open." Gilbert looks at Alejandro.

"Maybe she sleeps with her eyes open?" Bash looks at me as he continues waving the hand in front of my face.

"Stop that." Gilbert pushes Bash's hand away. "How are you feeling?" Gilbert asks me.

"Not very good." I say honestly.

"Yeah, that's common amongst people who have illegal abortions by people who aren't even doctors and bleed out until they go unconscious." He says as he looks down at me. I reach for his hand and he helps me up. "So... abortion, huh? Interesting. I wanna know exactly how you thought that it was a good idea to do it in a fucking orphanage." He says almost shouting but he contains himself.

Well shit.