Love In Death (1D AU)

Chapter Thirteen - Unexpected

From what her carvings on the wall were telling her, she had been here for three weeks. On the first day she had discovered that there was a bathroom connected to the bedroom. On day 2 she had taken a small spring out of the bed and tried to pick the lock. Instead she carved the days into the wall.

She knew it was night because there was a tiny excuse for a window right at the top of the wall in her bathroom.

She thought that maybe she had caught a virus or something because she had been sick for a week now. The man that had kidnapped her had only came in once every day for one meal and a clean change of clothes. She thought it was only two pairs of clothes but she couldn't tell because they were all the same white shirt and black sweatpants.

He hadn't tried anything with her either. She bet he knew that she was a virgin but he did it anyway.

I know what your thinking, an 18 year old virgin? Well, she vowed to never be like the sluts in her high school and not have sex until marrage.

So much for that.

She wondered what her parents were thinking. Did anyone care that she was gone? I bet my parents don't care, shevthought, they were always borderline abusive anyway, that was until my Mother -I can't even call her that- until Mother Gothel crossed the line. That was the day she had gotten kidnapped.

The door to her room opened at the same time it did every day. She could feel the familiar heat from the bathroom window on my face and considering I sat in this spot all day I knew when he was going to come.

I don't even flinch as he places the porcelain plate on the bed next to me and stood at the end of my bed. I still didn't move.

"Eat!" His voice was rough. This is the first time he talked to me since that day and I didn't like it

"What's your name?" He asked.

"C-Charlotte." My voice was hoarse from it being the first time in three weeks that I had spoken. I glared up at him and he glared down at me.

He threw a box at me and left. The box hit my right leg and bounced off to the other side of the bed. Deciding I would look at it later, I look over at todays meal and see potatoes and a corn on the cob. (Sorry if anyone calls it something different)

I dug in straight away.

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Once. I had finished I was still hungry but I felt like eating something sweet. The I remembered the box that Father Gothel had thrown at me. I crawled to the far end of the single bed and picked up the blue cardboard box. I hear something inside shake as I pick it up.

I turn it over to read the label but drop it back onto the bed as soon as the bold words Pregnancy Test ring in my head. Why would he want me to take a pregnancy test. Yes, I was on my period that day and I hadn't really gotten it but...

But nothing, I could be pregnant.

Holy shiiiiishkababs.

I might not even be pregnant you can never be too sure.

I picked the pregnancy test back up off the bed and open the box to find the 2 famous sticks and a folded piece of paper. I opened the piece of paper and read the instructions.

Home Pregnancy Test

I sighed reading it.

Basically it said I had to pee on the stick and wait 2 and a half minutes for the answer to be determined. I pretty much ran into my bathroom, shut the door and did what I had to.

After that I put the lid back on the stick, walked out and place the test on the bed.

I have been waiting for what feels like centuries. They should get more high-tech pregnancy tests for anxious women. I beth they have but the cheap bastard got the first one he saw with a price lower than $10. ( about £5:44p [hope I got that right])

I sit on the floor in the corner and decide to scratch in today, on the wall. By the time the dirty dark wall has turned white I remember the pregnancy test and nearly trip over myself when I panic and run over there.

I look down at the white stick and think of what a life would be like to be a teen mom and have a child of a rapist. I would always love my child but I know what Mother Gothel would say, 'we will go to America for a month or two, abortion is legal there'.

I would never get an abortion. It's like murdering your own child, it's sick. I would always do anything to protect my children, including putting my life in danger for the preservation of theirs.

I feel as though I blinked and the one line changes to two. I feel the bed behind me for the instructions and skim it until I find the answer.

One Line = Negative

Two Lines = Positive

I read the lines and studied the stick for what felt like years before coming to a conclusion. I'm pregnant. I'm going to have a baby at the precious age of 18. I have always wanted kids, but not like this.

I press my hand to my mouth and stifle a sob. Warm tears run down my cheeks and the door to my room opens quickly and my kidnapper walk in. I jump up and stand in the corner of the room.

"What?" He said.

"I'm p-pregnant-t and it's all y-your f-fault!" I stutter-shout at him. That earns me a slap across the face and my cheek is numb for a second before it starts burning. The tears run faster and I sit on the floor.

"Don't ever talk to me like that again, you bitch!" He shouts back while I look into my lap.

"Look at me when I talk to you!" He shouts louder, although it seems impossible. Except this time instead of just shouting he kicks my head and I fall to the floor.

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Author's Note

Howdya like it?!? I couldn't make it very long. I have B'day plans this weekend. Your all amazing for so many reads!!!!!

Gotta go!!

Love

-James

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