Angel
That's a lie, I thought. But what they don't know won't hurt them. I'm not a virgin, but it's not possible for me to be pregant. Or is it? I thought back to my attack. There was something I'd remembered... There was the feeling of faint importance as well, although I couldn't place it.
I could only imagine what Trevor was thinking, as the theory sent even my mind reeling. I needed to find a way to make them believe that something else is wrong. They needed to believe that I was simply sick, or there's some underlying condition that has symptoms of pregnancy.
"That's not what the tests say," the nurse said, frowning. Her hazel eyes could have been attractive if they weren't surrounded by thick blue eyeliner and green shadow. Seriously, where did this girl learn how to take care of herself? She looked like a penny whore who would give change.
"It's what I say," I demanded.
"Maybe you were raped," Trevor suggested. "Drugged, maybe, so that you don't remember."
Good boy, I thought. Always thinking about possibilities. It's a plausible story, now I just have to make sure that what happened actually fit. The only problem is: what happened?
"I don't know," I said. "Wouldn't I know if I was raped? Wouldn't there be witnesses or something?" The way my voice faltered, even I could hear the lie, but the nurse seemed to believe it. She shook her head, as if pitying me. I could only imagine the thoughts running through her head. Poor girl, she doesn't know what happened to her.
I wanted to get up and smack that stupid make-up off her face. It was impossible to take her seriously like that. I wanted to tell her to get the hell out of my room, to let me go home.
Home.... The single word echoed in my mind. Where was home? My parents moved away after Achlys died, leaving me alone. I was eighteen, so I suppose I had to see it coming. I rented an apartment, where I was currently living.
"I'm going to take my wife home now," Trevor said, sarcastically emphasizing the word wife. "If you'll be so kind as to get out of the doorway..." He held one arm out and put the other behind my shoulders and helped me up.
I smiled up at him, so faintly that if I were someone else I wouldn't know that I did. "Thanks," I whispered. I threw my legs over the side of the bed and stood, then wound one arm tightly around Trevor's waist. Black, white, and red dots obsured my vision to the point I couldn't see, or hear, anything. I felt like I was going to fall, but my arm around Trevor seemed to help me keep my feet.
As soon as I could see again, I noticed both Trevor and the nurse looking at me expectantly. "I'm... I'm fine," I muttered, putting a hand to my stomach. Could it be true, what the nurse said? Could I really be pregnant? I shook my head, refusing to believe it. Achlys always prided me in being open-minded, but there were some things that I refused to even consider.
