Don't wake

What if its not his...

ok trying to upload before everyone else does... hope it works out.

The last line that Addison says to Jack is something my mom always says.

Its prettty funny :P

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Chapter 8

Dream     

I see a little girl walking through the woods by herself. She is beautiful. In her blue dress that simply flows around her. I want to kiss her, hug her. I have a feeling she is mine. I know she in mine. She looks a little like me. But she doesn’t look like Jack. That’s what scares me. He is the one I am supposed to be having a baby with…

Suddenly, here comes a van. Its not a peaceful looking van, the one mothers use to drive 7 girls to a softball practice with. No, its one used to hide something. It slowly approaches the little girl. I want to scream to hear to run, leave, get away from there.  But I can’t. She wont hear me. The van stops right next to her. A sudden look of terror on her face makes  me want to cry. I know what is going to happen and I can’t do anything to stop it.

She looks at the van for a second before sprinting off. She knows she isn’t faster than these men, but she is going to try as hard as she can. The first thing I realize is she is really fast for a girl who seems to be only 9 or 10. The second thing I notice is her show in untied.

Quickly, she snaps her head around to look at whoever is running after her. In favor of her, he is a big man, over 200 pounds. He has a nice sized beer gut and you can tell this is his first time running in a while. He kicks each leg out like he is a Rockette in Radio City Music Hall. He is slower, but he is catching up.

In one quick instant, everything happens. The girls shoe lace gets caught on a branch as she runs. Not only that, but as soon as she hits the ground, you hear a nice loud crack, like someone breaking an inch thick branch over their legs. Tears well up in her eyes as she tries to get up again, but by now the man has caught up to her.

She starts screaming at the top of her lungs, but with no prevail. The big man wraps his arms around the little girls and carries her back to the van. I can’t believe no one saw this. It’s not like they were in the middle of nowhere.

I wake up and try not to scream. She is gone and I don’t even know who she was and I feel a great deal of grief coming  over me. I feel like I do know her though… I want to atleast.

I look over to see Jack still asleep. I kind of want to wake him up. But I don’t. I stand up, and I suddenly have a great deal of pain in my lower stomach. I know what it is from, and it hurts more than it did the other day.

I figure I will make something really nice for breakfast. I look around in all the cupboards. When I come across the spice and seasoning drawer, I suddenly feel extremely sick. I run to the bathroom and let out all the contents of my stomach, what little was really in there.

When I am done, I search the bathroom for some mouthwash to get the horrid taste out of my mouth. I find some and gurgle it.

I head back to the kitchen, making sure not to  open that drawer again. I quickly whip up some pancakes and eggs. The smell expands through the kitchen and out into the living room, most likely right through the open doorway into Jacks room.

My mother always told me the best way to wake a man up was to cook him breakfast that makes the whole house smell like it.

Just as it is almost done, I hear him walking out to get it. He walks over to me once he gets in the kitchen and gives me a big hug and kisses my forehead. I don’t know how to respond, so I simply kiss his chin and hug him back.

“Good morning, Addison.” He tells me.

“Good morning. How did you sleep?” I ask him in return.

He looks at me for a second, looks down, looks back up, and smiles. “I slept great, you?”

“Pretty good.” I swiftly lie.

“Good.” He tells me.

I try not to make eye contact the rest of the morning, but I know I will have to.

Once I am done with breakfast, we sit down and eat it together. I look at him while he eats, and I notice him staring at me. I look down to see what he is staring at, and I realize, possibly in the process of throwing up, my shirt went down a little, and my very colorful bra is showing itself off to the world.

“Oh, sorry.” I say as I readjust the tank I have on.

“Its quite alright.” He tells me, with a slight wink.

I look back down to make sure nothing is still showing, and I go back to eating my breakfast.

After wards, Jack offers to clean up, and I let him. I head back to his room when I have another urge to empty my stomach. I sprint to the bathroom and within seconds I see my breakfast. I sigh and lay down on the nice cool floor.

The door opens and Jack walks in. He looks at me, then looks at the toilet, and back at me. Then he smiles. When he smiles all I want to do is stand up and knock his teeth out. How the hell is this a happy situation?

“This is a good thing.” He says, as if reading my mind.

“How?” I ask extremely sarcastically.

“Morning sickness equal pregnancy.” I think about what he says. No. No I can’t be pregnant already. We only did it last night. Unless… unless it is guy number one. No.

“No.” I say out loud, as if trying to prove it to me by proving it to him.

“Yes.” He continues smiling.

“I am going to go out, get some pregnancy tests.” He smiles… then slowly the smiles fades almost into a frown.

“What?” I ask.

“You can’t go to the doctors.” He tells me.

“What?!” I say, really ready to pounce and kill.

“You are still a missing person. If they see you, you will be taken away from me, and if that happens… well you will be found again… and I will be killed.” I think about what he says for a minute.

So basically what he is saying is I get absolutely no help through my pregnancy. This is going to be absolutely wonderful.

“I am sorry. But that is how it has been for everyone.” He tells me.

“Oh, that’s cool. You get to have a great damn time riding me but I don’t even get anyone to help me through what could be one of the hardest parts of my life. Well you know what, up yours skippy.” I say.

With that I walked out not saying another word.