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Ilisa's POV
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Maggie found me lost in the hall ways.
"Looking for your cell?" She asked, offering me a napkin for my watery eyes.
I nodded and made a noise that indicated yes.
She led me back to room. I plopped down on the bes a wept a little. I didn't mean too, but between the memories of the one I love and the scares I had with him, I couldn't help it.
"Sweety, I'm real sorry about Carl." She said, her thick southern drawl present in her voice.
"Its ok. Everyone needs to pry I guess." I wiped my tears.
Conviniantly a knock came to the door and Carl causiously walked in.
"I'll leave you two alone." Maggie said walking out of the cell.
"I'm sorry." His head hung low.
I sniffled and he continued.
"I shouldnt have been so nosy."
"Its ok." I didn't look up at him or anything. I just stared at the wall.
"Can I ask you a few questions though?" He asked. I really didn't want him to. There was so much. I realized though, that if I was going to make this place my new home, I was going to have to allow myself to talk to them.
"Ok." I agreed reluctantly.
"I'm warning you. The first question is very personal."
"Shoot."
"Why did you need a pregnancy test?"
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Carl's POV
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She stared to sob. No, not sob, ball. Tears flooded her eyes and I rushed to her side, wrapping her arm around her waist.
"I'm sorry, you don't have to answer that."
"No." She took a deep breath. The tears stopped hut her face was still wet. I used my sleeve to stroke the liquid from her cheeks. She looked at me with her deep green eyes. They were glossy but beautiful, the had a grey cloudy under tone. She finished staring and continued speaking. "I'll answer."
She prepared for the topic.
"I was. I was.. I was.." This seemed difficult for her. "I was raped."
My eyes went wide as she broke out crying again.
"My boyfriend was out on a run. He never let me go because he was scared I would get in hurt or killed. A man approached me when he was away, and thats when it happened."
"I'm so sorry." At this point, I had pulled her into my lap. My arms were wrapped around her and she was holding my hands at the middle of her stomach. My head was in the crook of her neck and I tried to imagine how she could live through a horrific event like that.
"I told him. My boyfriend. I was so afraid that he would leave me." She was distant and her eyes were hollow.
"Did he?"
"No, he held me, all night and the next day."
"Oh." I tried to hide the jeliously in my voice. I wanted to hold her and be there for her.
"Carl? Why did you have to know?" Her voice didn't seem upset or angery, just monitoned.
"I don't know. Just curious I guess."
"That's not a good answer." She whinned.
"What answer did you want?" Our whole conersation was hushed and dim.
"I wanted you to truth."
"Ok, I thought that you needing a pregnancy test would make sense because of how good you were in the tombs. How well you did. How much you knew about what you were doing. It all connected."
"Its funny, he always joked about that." She kinda smiled, but only with her mouth, not her eyes.
"Joked about what?" I picked up a strand of her perfectly shinny hair and began to play with it.
"Me being a whore. I had only ever been with him, but he always joked about it."
"He sounds mean." I said. Apperantly I had lost my filter.
"No, not mean. I loved him and his joke. It was funny." She positioned herself to lay down, resting her head in my lap and stared up at me. I kissed her lightly.
"Does that me that you never... I mean like other than that man forcing you, have you..." I tried to keep casual. It was an awkward question.
"Yes." She said with a smerk.
