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"Vic? Are you okay?" I murmured quietly, while peeking my head into the man's bedroom. After Danielle had made her announcement, everyone's jaws dropped in shock. She had said some more about how long she had been pregnant for, but I did not listen by then. Vic simply stormed out.

I was so confused. Vic hated using condoms, so he gave all of the girls birth control pills to take regularly. Did Danielle stop taking hers? Or were they faulty? The latter was probably not the case as she, or one of the others, would have gotten pregnant way sooner. Maybe it was a side effect which gradually only exerted influence on her, after a long period of time. Who knows? All that was certain was that she was pregnant. She even showed us the test she took, to prove that it was positive.

At first, I thought that it was part of her plan to destroy the relationship between Vic and I, but she was serious. Danielle was actually pregnant.

Vic sat on the far end of his bed, leaning against the wall and staring into space. He looked broken.

I never really thought about what it would be like to accidentally get a girl pregnant, at a young age. It probably felt disastrous, like the world would end right then and there. With a child, came so much pressure of adulthood and maturity. However, it would never be a problem for me, as I was more of a rider of the dongs, rather than baron of the boobies.

"Not really," Vic mumbled truthfully in response, his drooping eyes landing on my hesitant form. From all the way across the vintage room, I could sense his helplessness. It was like he had no idea what to do with himself now that this big problem had made itself clear.

I made my way over to the bed, closing the door behind me, and sunk down next to Vic. He gazed at me in confusion. Did he find this weird? Friends are supposed to be there to make you feel better. I considered Vic a friend of mine, so it was my priority to give him advice out or at least help him come to terms with this awkward situation at hand.

I could tell that Vic did not like it when things did not go his way. This certainly was not something he expected, or wanted, so I could tell that he felt hopeless. He did not like challenges, and wanted the answers to just be given to him. But I was in no position to give him any answers, as I had no clue about any of this. Pregnancy? Parenthood? Hell,I barely just turned sixteen!

I turned to Vic and did what I do best, be physical with him. I wrapped my arm around his shoulder and pulled his head to my chest comfortingly. He did not fight back and sighed, leaning into me more.

"Do you want to keep the baby?" I asked the question which had been buzzing around my mind, like a bee trapped in a jar.

Vic's response was a shrug and a quiet, "I don't know."

"Well you're going to have to decide," I pointed out the obvious, feeling as though Vic required a reality check in order to find his answer.

"I really have no idea," he answered more fully this time. "Like, it's just so confusing. Danielle just can't be pregnant! I'm only a teenager, I have to finish school. I'm not ready for a kid."

I felt incredibly sorry for Vic. He just seemed so torn.

"I can't kill my own child though, and I would never force Dani to have an abortion if she did not want to. It would have to be a mutual decision. But, then again, she seemed so happy about it, so I don't think she would be willing to have it removed."

He was right. The look on Danielle's face was of pride and enthusiasm. She looked so excited for something, and I wondered if she would consider Vic's feelings as well. He was obviously iffy about having a baby with her.

"Also, this kind of environment would not be good for a baby," he carried on. "There is sexual equipment in most rooms and I have six other slaves, excluding Danielle, basically living here as well. A child can't grow up in a place like this..." Vic trailed off and stayed silent for a short while, before coming right back in, "You know what? I've need to get someone else's opinion on this. I think I'm going to go over to Kevin's place and ask him for advice: he has always been good with this kind of thing. Bye!"

In an instant, he slid out of my grasp and off the bed. I assumed that he would wear something more proper rather than the grey sweatpants and tank top he was currently in, but no. He just skipped out of the room, leaving me alone to think.

I understood that he needed a friend, who had probably helped him countless times before, so I let him go without holding it against him. Kevin was older and smarter, so he would know what to do.

My thoughts carried on for a while, before I became quite thirsty and headed off in the direction of the kitchen in order to get something to drink. However, just as I was passing the door, the loud sound of the doorbell echoed throughout the house.

James was usually the one to do this but, as I was already by the door, I decided to open it. The person who stood before me surprised and worried me at once.

It was a police officer.

I had never seen him before (then again, I had not had the pleasure of getting familiar with very many police officers), so all I could do was stare at him blankly. What would he be doing here though? Was it one of those common threats where apparently a bomb had been planted somewhere on the street, and they were there to either warn you or check the house? Maybe someone or something went missing and they were going around asking? Anyway, I did not know his intentions but I was curious to find out.

"Uh, hi," the mystery man greeted vaguely, looking over my shoulder as if in search of someone. "Who are you?"

"I'm Kellin. Kellin Quinn," I informed him curiously.

"Is Vic home?" The officer carried on.

"No, you just missed him. Vic left to see someone a short while ago," I explained, my suspicions growing. It was only usual for the officer to be asking for the owner of the home, but the fact that he knew him on a first name basis was strange to me.

"And who are you to him?"

"A friend. I was just staying over, but Vic had to suddenly leave, so I'm just waiting until he gets back." Was what I said a lie? No, not really. I was already getting paranoid though. You should not lie to a police officer. What if he finds out? But I did not lie, right?

"Okay, just let him know that I was here and that he needs to call me or come over to my place."

Phew, he did not seem suspicious of me at all. That was a great thing and I instantly felt so relieved, but still so confused. Why would Vic be associated with the police at all?