When I Fall For My Kidnapper

Chapter 27

I apologize, because this chapter is WAY shorter than most of my chapters. But something is better than nothing, right? I want to get this up so the story will get going again. Lots of plans ;) I still hope you enjoy!

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This cannot be happening.

I lean back onto the cool tile floors, exhausted after puking the entire contents of my stomach out into the hotel toilet. My head is pounding, my skin clammy with a light layer of hot sweat as I clutch my aching stomach painfully.

I had been in this hotel room for almost a week, only seeing Trevor at night and lunch on some days, if I'm lucky. Apparently, he had a lot of work to make up from all of our travel. Sacramento is one of Trevor's main places to work, mainly dealing with the exchanging of narcotics. So, I've been alone for a lot of the time. Alone in this stupid hotel room, waiting for Trevor's rare appearances.

And I've been sick for most of this week.

Every morning, I wake up with my head beside the toilet. Not exactly glamorous.

But why the sudden morning sickness?

All week, I had just assumed I had caught a stomach bug. Pretty typical, right? I'll get rested, get healthy, and it'll be gone.

A week later, and I am still sick.

And my period is almost a week late.

My monthly gifts from nature is never late. It's annoyingly punctual.

And now it's fucking late.

I push myself to my feet, brushing my teeth warily. I then stalk out of the bathroom, my heart pounding wildly in my chest and a stressful headache settling in the back of my mind. My monthly visit was never late, and never by this much. Stomach bugs usually don't last seven days. And I only feel sick in the mornings. Besides this bitch of a headache, I feel completely fine, despite the fact that I just spewed the entire contents of all of my meals from yesterday into a plastic bowl of a toilet that smells like ass.

Could I be...

No!

I can't even think of the word. There is no way in hell I'm pregnant. Just... no.

As terrified as I am at the thought of the slight possibility of being, um, pregnant, I can't just not think about it. What if I am? What if I am pregnant with...

Oh my God. What if I'm pregnant with Trevor's baby?!

What the fuck do I do?

Okay. Breathe. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.

I fall onto the closet bed, my knees giving out on me in sheer panic and desperation. I'm only seventeen. I have my whole life ahead of me. Well, it's not like I'm dying, but still. Life wasn't supposed to introduce me to a fucking baby until I'm like thirty or something, with preferably a husband and minivan ready to go.

The only thing I currently have planned for my life at the moment is surviving Reno.

I can't be pregnant while I'm going through the promised hell of being imprisoned in Reno, waiting for Trevor to save me like the knight in shining armor I'm praying he is.

I growl at myself in disgust. I'm only seventeen, and possibly pregnant. With a guy who isn't even my boyfriend. Not boyfriend, but abductor.

I'm carrying my kidnapper's baby at the startling age of seventeen. Possibly.

Could I be more of a slut?

"Think rationally," I chant to myself, trying to sort through my thoughts. Maybe I'm not pregnant. Maybe I have simply caught a rare illness that makes me throw up in the mornings and miss my periods. Yes. That could be a possibility.