What I'm told.

Chapter 4

    Another month and a half went by of this. We fell into routine. He would pick me up the the morning, drive me to school, walk me to all my classes, we would go to his house until I had to work, he would drop me off at work and pick me up when my shift was done, then he would drop me off at home and go home, then to finish it all off he had me be on Skype with him until I fell asleep. Every waking moment of my day he was there. He haunted my dreams. I got no sanctuary away from him. I learned to behave because if I didn't I was... Punished. I taught myself how to be happy with what was happening, even if it was horrible.

   I woke up ready for another day of the same thing, but when I stood up a wave of nausea came over me, I ran to the bathroom and threw up, I felt like complete trash and I knew I couldn't go to school, I was absolutely exhausted and felt nauseous so I sent Dylan a text saying:

"I'm not feeling well, think I have the flu. I'm not gonna come to school today"

I went into the living room where my mom was passed out on the couch, clutching a bottle of wine. I pulled the wine from her arms and shook her awake.

"What the fuck do you want?" She said annoyed sitting up "I'm sleeping stupid"

"You need to go to your room, and I'm staying home today. I'm not feeling well. " I said putting the wine on the counter.

"Go to your boyfriends if your sick don't stick around here, I don't wanna catch whatever you have" she said wobbling into her room. When she mentioned Dylan I realized I left my phone in my room, and that if I didn't answer him he would punish me. I ran into my room and no surprise I had 5 messages and 3 missed calls

"Are you okay? Do you need anything?"
"Ireland"
"Babe"
"answer me, I'm worried"
"ANSWER ME!"

"Sorry I left my phone in the room, can you pick me up? My mom won't let me stay home if I'm sick" I replied. I quickly put on joggers and a loose shirt, throwing my hair in a bun. I was feeling like boiled trash so I didn't want to do anything fancy, my phone chimed;

"I'm on my way. "

He arrived about 10 minutes later and took me to his house and we hung out in his room as usual. I was very worried about doing this because he had been trying to get me to do things with him consensually, which I wouldn't. But he didn't try anything. He spent the whole day cuddling me and making me soup.

"Are you okay?" He asked me after I woke up from a nap.

"Yeah actually weirdly enough I feel fine. Like I wasn't even sick" I said, but when I said it a fear sunk into my bones. I tried not to show any fear so he couldn't put 2 and 2 together. He seemed absolutely oblivious.

"That's good" he said smiling "do you want me to drive you home?" He asked.

"Yeah that'd be great thanks. Um this might be to much information but I think I might of been feeling sick because it's that time of month, could you drop me off at a drug store and I'll walk home from there?" I asked

"Yeah definitely " he said. He drove me to the local shoppers drug mart and dropped me off "I'll wait in the car, take as long as you need" he gave me a kiss on my cheek.

     I walked in and grabbed what I needed I went and paid and hid one thing I bought in my purse and walked out, I set down my bag with tampons and midol on the floor of the car.

"Got everything you need?" He asked grabbing my hand. I nodded at him and he began to drive me home. He dropped me off and said "skype me in an hour okay?"

"Okay I will" I gave him a kiss and got out of the car. I walked to the door calmly, then as soon as I was in I ran to the bathroom and locked the door. I threw the bag under the sink and ripped the box out of my purse, spilling the contents out into the sink. I opened them and followed the instructions on the back. I closed my eyes and worried silently to myself, after what felt like 10 hours, but was actually 10 minutes my phone alarm went off. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes looking down, to my horror a tiny pink plus sign stared back at me.

I bit my lip and leaned back against the wall, tears started streaming down my face. I could hear my mom screaming at my dad,  about some Girl he was cheating on her again. I suddenly felt bad for my mother, her husband was cheating on her and her 16 year old daughter is pregnant.

'No' I thought to myself 'I got raped. I am not going to have a rapists baby' I left the bathroom hiding the test in my purse and ran into my room, I pulled out my phone and dialled a number after a few seconds someone on the other line picked up.

"Fairview woman's clinic, Alice speaking how can I direct your call"

"Hello, my names Ireland Ray, I need to book an abortion"