Trapped in the Sims (complete)

Part 17

A/N) Hey there everyone who's being commenting on my story, thank you for all your amazing comments that have finally given me incentive to update this again. It should be a longer chapter to make up for the previous cliffhanger I left you all on last time, so I hope you enjoy!

"The worst thing is: I don't remember anything about it," sniffs Melissa against my shoulder. "No face, no experience, nothing."

"Maybe not remembering anything is a good thing?" I venture. "Surely you don't want to remember - that?"

She makes a non committal sound and nestles further into my arm, one hand softly resting on her now slightly swollen stomach as she hides her tear-streaked, red-rimmed eyes in my jumper. It's been a couple of hours since gameplay finished and Melissa got home, and she's done nothing but cry ever since.

"We'll all help you through this," Lucy promises fervently for the fourth or fifth time.

"How am I - I supposed to l look after a b b baby?!" Melissa wonders aloud in between sniffs. "I'm fifteen!"

"And you can still be fifteen," her mum says with a determined look on her face. "You can still do all the things that you'd normally do, we'll help with that. Like have a boyfriend, and pass your exams, and go to -" Her voice dies abruptly as she realises what she was about to say.

"Oh God... I'm supposed to be going to prom tomorrow!" Melissa realises with a horrified gasp, cutting her scandalised mum off, then she proceeds to curl up against me on her bed, sobbing furiously. Her mum hovers uselessly in the middle of the room, wanting to reach out and say something, anything, but what is there to say? I wish I could do a fairy godmother right now and tell that yes, she will go to the ball - but how can I?

How can I tell her that everything will be all right when really, there's nothing even remotely all right about this situation?

I have to get us all out of here.

And I might just have an idea how I'm going to do it.

We spend the next few minutes with the softly crying Melissa, trying to comfort her as much as we know how, then I politely excuse myself and leave Lucy with her arm around her distraught daughter in her bedroom, as I head across the landing to the door opposite.

Kyle looks up from his laptop as I walk in, an unreadable expression in his eyes. "Hey," I say cautiously, but I'm resolved. I have to do something. And Kyle can hopefully help me.

"You're not going to try and flirt with me again, are you?" he asks immediately, avoiding my eyes and continuing to type on his keyboard.

I frown, slightly affronted. "I don't know," is the honest answer to that. "But we were being controlled. It wasn't me trying to flirt with you. Anyway - how do you remember that?" I thought Sims couldn't remember much about their experiences when gameplay was active.

He grunts. "I woke up to find you staring lovingly into my eyes. It's not exactly rocket science to work it out from there."

Anyway. More important things to be doing, I remind myself quickly. "Anyway, I need your help," I say, trying to sound as sincere as I can.

"My help?"

"Uh huh. Please...?" I add hopefully.

"Depends what you want me to do," Kyle says gruffly.

"I need you to try and hack into the email account for me," I say quickly.

"Hack into the email? For any particular reason?" he inquires shrewdly.