*two weeks later*
Camille's POV
It's been two weeks ever since the Zayn incident and they found him. They're taking him into questioning and I'm gonna have to go into questioning soon. They decided to leave me alone.
But, these two weeks have been Hell. My stomach has been hurting like crazy, bloating, random pimples popping up, and I've been eating more food than usual, and that's a lot.
I just don't know what the cause of this is. It is so different than period cramps, though. I just don't know what to do.
I was also supposed to have my period last week, but it never came. This is all so suspicious and I don't know what's going on.
But the good thing is that I've barely had any seizures! They've became less frequent and they've almost decreased completely. We're all really happy about that.
I just don't know what to do about this other thing.
***
"Babe."
"Yes, love?"
"I'm late."
"Well, why the hell you telling me?! We never did anything!"
I rolled my eyes. "I'm telling you because I'm scared to tell everyone else!"
"Wait you never replied to my goodnight text two weeks ago–"
"You're still holding onto that?!"
"YES! Anyways! Before I was rudely interrupted! You didn't respond and I was worried because I texted you about sixteen times after that!"
"Yes, I know. I saw them."
"Zayn got you, didn't he?"
"Yeah, but don't tell anyone else! Please. I don't know what's going on."
"Why? He can still strike again. What did he do to you?"
"Same thing he did last time."
"Oh my god. Okay. Um.... did he release–"
"Jacob, please. Don't make this more awkward. And yes, he di– oh my god."
"You've gotta tell Perrie."
"No! The only other person who knows is Jade and I made her promise not to tell. I don't want to be in trouble for this. I don't know what to do."
"Why would you get in trouble? This wasn't your fault."
"I trashed the locker rooms in the gym, made the sprinklers go off in the gym when I pushed the fire alarm, and stormed out the school."
"Why did you do that?"
"Everyone was yelling at me because I was messing up the dance and you know I don't like yelling. Then they were saying that wanted me off the team and they were calling me names. So, I ran out the gym crying and after a few minutes, I decided I had enough. So, I trashed the locker room and walked out of the school. So, in the end, I quit."
"Okay, that seems like something you would do."
"Jacob! Please! I don't know what to do."
"Okay, okay. Well, I don't know what to tell you. How about you take Jade into a separate room and talk to her because I have no idea what to do. Call me back if something happens, okay?"
"Jacob, I'm scared."
"Don't be. You'll be okay. Call be back soon, okay?"
"Okay. I love you."
"I love you."
"Bye, baby."
"Bye, love."
With that, I hung up. I sighed and covered my face with my hands. This is going to be so hard.
I got off my bed and walked downstairs.
"Ohh, look who finally decided to come down." Leigh said. "Uh, Jade, can I talk to you?" I asked. "Sure." she replied.
I walked to the backyard and she followed me. I sat down on the top of the picnic table and she followed.
"What do you want to talk to me about?" she asked. I put my head down and sighed. "I'm scared." I croaked, tears forming in my eyes.
"Of what?" she asked. "Everything. What if the worst happens all because of him? You know what he did and.....he didn't......"
"Camille, you don't have to pressure yourself into saying it. I know. There's no way he would've used it. Now, what are you trying to say?"
A tear rolled down my cheek just thinking about what could become of this. I don't want this to happen.
"I-I'm late." That was all I could get out. No other words could be formed. It's like my breath was taken out of my lungs when I said that.
"W-what?" she stuttered. I couldn't say anything. "Late? By how long?" she asked. "A-a w-week." I sobbed.
"I-I don't know what to do. This all happened all of a sudden and it shook me up. What should I do?" I asked. "Well, we don't know for sure. You have to um, take a pregnancy test." she replied.
I sighed and covered my face. This is just too much.
***
"What does it say?" Jade asked from the bathroom door.
I just stared at it in shock. This can't be happening. It just can't. None of this can be real.
"Cam, what does it say?" she asked again.
"P-p-positive."
TO BE CONTINUED
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