You blacked out and when you woke up you were in Threadson's office. "What do you want?" You spat, He tsked "That's no way to speak to your only hope out of here." He smirked "I don't want or need your help." you continued.
"Oh? But you do." He walked up behind you.
"You will if you ever want to see Kit again." He whispered in your ear. "Do your worst." You whispered back. He sighed in defeat, "Go."
"Excuse me?"
"I said 'go' y/n."
You quicly got up and left. You walked back to the common room. You scaned the room, Lana and Kit were no where to be found. You contined to scan the room you realized a familar face. You stepped towards the person to make sure it was the person you thought it was.
"Grace?"
She was humming while rubbing a bump on her stomache. You paused.
"Hhm, y/n."
"Grace--where have you been?!"
"The alines that kidnapped Alma."
"What about them?"
You made sure to use a gentle tone since it seemed like she'd been drugged.
"They abutucted me!"
"...what?" You slightly laughed assuming she was joking.
"I'm serious."
"Oh."
"So now you're...pregnant?"
"Yes!"
"By...the alines?"
"No."
She paused.
"Kit." She laughed.
"Uh- but you guys- never mind!"
You shook your head.
"Mhh, and Alma she-"
She winced in pain. You placed a hand on her shoulder.
"ARE YOU OKAY?"
You continued your gentle tone.
"Yes, the baby's just kicking."
'HOW IS IT KICKING, ALREADY?!'
"Oh? What about Alma though?"
"Right, she's- she's still alive."
She threw her head back in pain.
"I-"
She inturpted you by screaming in pain. "Grace I-" The doors slammed open. Doctors walked in and carried Grace, you noticed a face.
Dr. Arden.
He was just a terrible, and you knew it.
"Hey! You can't just-"
"Ah- ah- ah!" Arden tsked "You wouldn't want me to tell Dr. Threadson that you were stealing files from his office, would you?" Your eyes widden "What-?" He lifted yor chin up "Do you?" you felt extremly uncomfortable, again "No." You obeyed like some stupid puppy dog. "Good." He walked away and slammed the doors behind himself. "Y/N." Threadson came up behind you "Oh! Threadson?" You turned around "Here follow me!" He pushed your shoulder blades out the doors "Can I help you?" You questioned him. "Here." He handed $20, a white tee-shirt, blue jeans, a black jacket and another copy of your file with a tape in a ziplock bag. "What's this?" you tilted your head "You're leaving this asylum."
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Happily Ever After (Kit Walker x Y/N)
Fanfiction"I know, I mean it's not like I wanted to just leave him there to die! Or--or like I didn't want to put effort in that realationship!" She seemed fumed with anger in each word. "I know, and so does he. Look, I'll talk to him about it...don't worry a...
