Haunted Family, Lost Hope

Nightmares

Hey there, I finished a chapter, wrote a whole chapter, and started/possibly did a whole other chapter in one day! Lol that's pretty good for me, and for my reader. Hence reader, not readers. Lol

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It seemed as if my world came crashing down, all in less than a minute. My hands flew to my stomach. Me, pregnant? I'm the good girl, the popular girl, the smart girl. The nice girl. Now I'm just the pregnant girl. The "slut" who only had sex once!

I decided to tell Gabe my plan. "Gabe? I was thinking... What if I said I was raped and the rapist was never found? I could at least avoid bullying at school." Gabe seemed reluctant, but we both agreed it would protect our reputations, and save me from having a terrible life.

We went home and told Gabe's parents. They took pity upon my "incident" and offered to bring it to the police. I told them that the rapist said he knew where I lived, and if I brought it to the police, he'd hunt me down and kill me.

They offered to buy me a house to keep me safe, and I declined, because that would be too much. Gabe then stated that he would gladly be the baby's father, and I had no choice but to accept a house.

We received a small yet cozy 3 bedroom house, one for me, one for Gabe, but we'd be sleeping together. His mother didn't know that, though. The second room would really be a guest room on the ground level, and the room next to us would be a nursery for our baby.

In a few months I'd find out the gender, if we wanted to know. Gabe has been really good to me. He kept the secret, and in fact, more people have been hanging out with us. We stick with our friends, though.

We know it's just pity. After I told my mother, she started tearing up and told us that she was moving slightly closer to us, so the rapist doesn't hurt them and my family would be there for me during my unfortunate pregnancy.

Gabe loved my slight baby bump, and as we studied together on our bed, we would lay down on our sides, him behind me as his arm would reach over and rub my belly. It was the sweetest thing, and Felicity has grown so much over the past month.

She's saying a few words, now, like dada and kwissy, and ma ma. Also wheesy, for Theresa. She knows yes and no, but the rest is just baby coos. I visit her on the weekends, and she we seem to have grown apart just slightly.

My grades have been better than ever, it was early January when Kayla had her party, and now it's March. I am 3 months pregnant, and I have a little oval bump where my flat belly was once.

Time was flying by quickly, and soon, if I wanted, I could find out my baby's gender in a few weeks. Gabe would be coming with me to the ultrasound. He can't decide whether or not he wants to find out, and I want it to be a surprise, so I think we're keeping it that way.

I feel him or her kicking me sometimes, a gentle thump in my belly. I would sleep over at my mother's house and care for my sisters while Mother and Paul go out.

I think their house may be haunted, though. I feel chills, and I once saw a blue orb in the corner of the ceiling. Scared, I dared not move, and it disappeared. Sometimes I see Felicity sleeping and next thing I know, she'd be awake, eyes wide open, staring in the corner of the the ceiling, eyes moving back and forth, as if following a moving object.

I spent less and less time there, when I saw a figure of an evil looking man. Apparently my family members never saw anything, but I had a small history with ghosts. I would see the ghosts of my brother and sister when I was younger, and sometimes I still do.

I know my dad is watching over me because I used to see him as a young child. He would pick me up, hold me tight, and I would hold on to him, knowing from pictures that this is my father.

We would stay like this for like 10 minutes, then he'd put me down, and kiss me good night and say he's watching over me. I saw him that night.

I woke up and waddled into the kitchen. It was now late May, I was almost 6 months pregnant. I saw my daddy just sitting at the table. I ran to him and he hugged me, lifting me up and spinning me in a circle.

He stopped, and leaned over and rubbed my belly. Smiling, I hugged him and kissed his cheek again, happy tears flowing freely and quietly.

He said "Careful, my dear Kristina. Something big is brewing in your mother's new home. You will all be in danger. I don't have much time with you, but I'll be back when you have your baby. Don't forget to name the baby after me." He disappeared.

I stood there, baffled. I wish he had a boy name to justify the baby's gender. My dad's name was Taylor, so it could be a boy or a girl.

His middle name was Alexander, but if it was a girl, she would be Taylor Alexandra Winchester. If it is a boy, Taylor Alexander Winchester. Those are perfect names. I will tell Gabe in the morning. I went back to bed, content with knowing the name of our baby, boy or girl, and seeing my dad after a long time.

But little did I know I had forgotten about his warning.

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Well guys! What do you think? What is going on with Kristina's soon-to-be family? Do you think she's having a boy or girl? and what do you think will happen to Kristina's "old" family she left behind? Vote, comment, blah! Lol I'll be posting tomorrow I think. Finished this in one day!

6-27-13