The Fab Five- Pentagonix

Chapter 23- Rebecca

MARK’S POV

This place is really starting to get old. My cellmate, Jenna, and I have really bonded of the past month. I completely trust her. However, I am keeping a little secret from her. Scott has been bringing me some testosterone pills lately. I know they say that they are bad for your pregnancy, but I can’t stand the body I’m in. Plus, the odds of them actually harming my pregnancy pretty small, I think.

Ever since Scott found out I was pregnant, he has taken full responsibility and is ready to stand by my side through this whole thing. I really do love him again; I don’t know why I ever left him. His dad decided he would bail me out because of the baby sometime today. I began to pack my stuff and say goodbye to Jenna.

“It’s been nice rooming with you Mark. Good luck with the baby and stuff…” She wasn’t really good with words.

“Thanks Jenna,” I said as I hugged her. “Good luck with your… parking ticket.”

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A guard came and unlocked my cell. “Mark, it’s your lucky day. Some guy just bailed you out.”

I sarcastically smiled at the guard and we began walking down the hall. We approached Scott and his father, and I tried not to make I contact with his father. I could feel him staring into my soul. I’m pretty sure he hates me.

“Thank you for bailing me out Mr. Mason, Sir,” I said, still not making eye contact. He didn’t say anything back to me. Yeah, he definitely hates me.

“What are you going to do now?” Scott said as the three of us began walking out the doors.

“There is someone I really need to go talk to. I… I know you just bailed me out, but could you possibly give me a ride?”

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REBECCA’S POV

I have been so shocked lately after all that’s happened I have been in bed just sleeping. I just cannot handle all of this right now. I have been completely isolating myself. Like, I haven’t even gone on Tumblr because I’m just so shell-shocked, like, what even. One of my friends is in jail, one of my friends is dating a guy over four years older than her, and one of them was kidnapped by my ex-boyfriend. Well, he was pregnant, so I see why he was so moody but, jeez. It’s a good thing he’s locked up right now, am I right?

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I got up to go get something to eat because, as a human, I have to eat. I was I was slapping some J on my PB when I heard a knock on my door. That’s weird. I walked over and opened the door to my worst nightmare.

“Before you slam the door on my face, please just let me explain,” Mark said with a hand keeping the door open.

“How did you get out of jail? Did you come to kidnap me and throw me in your basement like you did with Haily?” I began to back up because I didn’t know what he was about to do. He could do anything. WAIT A SECOND. My PB&J is still in the kitchen. What if he kidnaps me and I never see it again…

“Please just let me explain. I promise I didn’t come to hurt you. Scott’s dad bailed me out because of the baby, and I can’t risk getting put back in jail again! I don’t want to go through my pregnancy in jail. Plus, I have changed.” Phew, I am so hungry.

“You have five minutes to explain to me while I eat my PB&J.” We walked in my kitchen and I began chowing down on that sandwich.

“Look, ever since I got back together with Scott, I have changed. He told me that if he was going to be the father to my kid, that I was going to have to learn to like his friends. I love him so much and would not do anything to hurt his friends. I am a new person, and I would never risk losing a guy like him.”

“Mmhmm,” I said as I swallowed some peanut butter. “What makes you so sure that I will trust you, Mark?”

Mark opened his mouth like he was about to say something but quickly shut it. Then he said hesitantly, “Look, I can tell you something... But, if you tell anybody I swear I’ll-”

“Ooh, I love secrets! I won’t tell.” I grabbed my plate and threw it away. That was a great sandwich. I should be a chef.

“Rebecca. I’m serious. This is pretty bad.” I sat down, suddenly more suspicious. “Rebecca, over the summer, I was at Brandon’s party, and Scott was pretty hammered and ended up having sex with me.”

“Well, I knew that already knew that. Scott told Haily, and she told me.”

“The thing is- that isn’t true.” My jaw dropped. What? Waht? WATT?

“Why would you do that to my friends and I? Are you even pregnant?”

“Hold up, hold up. I’m not done. Scott was super drunk and had been flirting with me all night. We went up to the bedroom, and as soon as I made a move on him he started getting all protective saying things like, ‘I have a girlfriend.’ and ‘I don’t like you like that anymore.’ I ran out of the room, obviously humiliated, and went downstairs. Since it was Brandon’s party, of course, Dakota was there. He was even more drunk than Scott was. So, I realized that it was my chance to get Scott back.”

“Don’t tell me you slept with Dakota.”

“I did.”

“Why did you lie to Scott and say that he was the father?!”

“Dakota doesn’t even know me! I already loved so I figured that if he thought he was the father, it would be so much easier, and everyone will be so much happier.”

“You are insane. What makes you so sure that I won’t just go tell Dakota about this?”

“It’s not like he would remember any of this. He would just think you’re crazy. Plus, if he did end up believing you, what would end up happening to him and Alyssa?” Mark had a great point. Everyone would be happier this way.

“Maybe you aren’t all that crazy. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I guess this is what’s best for everyone. So, about your baby, what are you going to name it?”

“If it’s a guy, I will name it Jerry. If it’s a girl, I will name it Martha, because that was my birth name.”

“Why Jerry?

“Because, Jerry’s a cool name- ow!” Mark clutched his stomach and started hissing in pain. “Do you have any Tylenol or something?” I ran over to the cabinet and got him some pills and some water.

“Are you okay,” I said as I handed him the glass and the pills which he quickly gulped down. What?

“I’m fine I guess. But, like I was saying, Jerry is a cool- ow,” he yelled as he stood up. “Do you have a bathroom I could use?” Mark said frantically as I began to lead him to my bathroom.

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He had been in there for a while, then, I heard a scream come from the bathroom.

“Mark! What’s wrong?” I yelled from across the house

“REBECCA, CALL 911!”

Swiggity Swote Tis the Authors Note

AHHHHHHHHH I’m so done.  So, my friends and I spent 4+ hours in a restaurant on our laptops in the corner. That happened.

~Peace out~