Red

Chapter Eleven

Chandler POV:
I wake up with Veronica asleep right beside me, my arm around her waist, her quiet breathing the only sound that I hear. She's pressed against my side, and I stay where I am, not wanting to wake her. I can see my dress on the floor by the door, and I remember getting upstairs to her bedroom last night before we actually did anything below the waist. I'm wearing nothing but undergarments, having fallen asleep right after we were finished. Veronica's not wearing her dress anymore, either, but she must have put on a t-shirt at some point in the night. She has the blankets pulled around us, and she looks peaceful as she sleeps.

I can't help hut smile down at her. She's just so fucking beautiful. She's the first person I've ever had sex with that I actually wanted to have sex with. She's the first person that made it feel like how it should: nice and pleasant and enjoyable. Fun, even. She made me feel special, and people rarely have that ability.

I want to stay here forever. I want to stay here, safe from the world, knowing Veronica is safe in my arms. I hate thinking that Ram could have said something or done something terrible to her, and I'd never know. I hate that he could've hurt her. I hate that there's an extremely good chance that he did. I want to protect her from him, but I can't always do that, and that makes me feel absolutely fucking powerless. I look back at her, however, and I feel any sense of doubt leave my mind. I can take on anything if I have her.

As much as I wish I could stay in bed, I feel the nausea hit me again. I move as gently as  I can, not wanting to wake Veronica, and then I go into her bathroom, kneeling and leaning over the toilet. I retch into the toilet for the third time in less than twenty-four hours, and I hate it. Nonetheless, it happens again seconds later. When I'm finally sure this bought is over, I go to the sink, rinsing my mouth with water before flushing the toilet. Veronica mumbles something I can't hear.

I walk back into the room, checking to see if she's awake. She seems to still be asleep, but something has definitely disturbed her. She's pulling the blankets even closer to her. Is she looking for me? I go to my purse, getting a mint and popping it into my mouth before walking over to her. I curl up beside her again, wrapping my arm around her waist once more. Her breathing is less calm now and more rapid, and despite my holding her, she continues to toss and turn. I see her face, and it's contorted with fear.

"Sawyer," I say. She's having a nightmare. "Hey..." I give her shoulder a gentle shake, and the next thing I know, she's sitting up, breathing still rapid, eyes open. "Are you okay?" I ask her, concerned. I take her hand in mine.

"I'm... I'm fine," she replies, sounding uneasy. "Just a bad dream." She leans back against the headboard, running a hand through her shoulder-length brown hair. "What about you? Are you okay? How are you feeling?"

"Not great," I reply honestly, "but it's nothing you need to worry about."

"I'm going to worry if you're not feeling well," she tells me. "Maybe we should take you to a doctor."

"Oh, come on," I say, letting out a laugh. "That's too much. I don't need to go to a doctor."

"How long have you been feeling sick?" she asks.

"As of yesterday," I say. "I swear, I'm fine."

"Ok, but if you stay sick, I'm taking you to a doctor," she replies.

"I won't stay sick," I say. "I'll be fine."

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ONE WEEK LATER...

Chandler POV:
I'm still sick. I'm still fucking sick, but it's more than that now. I was supposed to have my period two weeks ago. I wasn't worried last week. Sometimes it's late. Now, however, I'm starting to worry.

I know I could be totally wrong. I know this could be just a missed period and some sort of stomach virus that's hanging on. Still, I'm terrified. I go to the 7-11 just down the street, and as I go inside, I hope they'll sell tests. I just want to know I'm wrong. I have to be wrong.

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Veronica POV:
My phone buzzes on my desk. I'd been studying for Fleming's English test. It's a reading test, which is one of her most difficult kinds of tests. We've been reading the Bell Jar for a month now, and the class hasn't finished yet, but I have. Fleming's one of the hardest teachers I have, so I usually study far in advance. Her test isn't until next week, but I finished the book on Monday, so I figured I should study as soon as possible.

I grab the phone, checking the caller I.D. It's Chandler. She hardly ever calls. Text, sure, but a phone call? Not nearly as likely. I click the 'accept call' button, putting the phone up to my ear. "Chandler? What's going on?" I ask. That's when I hear her crying.

"This is impossible." Her voice is choked. "This is so fucking impossible."

"Hey, what's wrong?" I ask gently. "What's happening?"

"I'm so sorry," she says. "I'm sorry, Sawyer."

"Where are you?" I ask, standing up and getting my keys. I walk out of my room and down the stairs. She keeps apologizing, and I get more and more concerned. "Where are you, Chandler?"

"I-I'm home," she manages.

"I'll be right there, okay?" I tell her. "It's going to be okay."

***

I'm at her house in a matter of minutes. I may have been speeding just a bit on the way there, bur it's completely worth it for her. She sounded incredibly upset over the phone. She needs me.

I get out of the car, hurrying towards the door. I get the key from under the mat by the door, unlocking the door. Once I'm inside, I immediately call for my girlfriend. "Chandler?" I call out. I get no response.

I head up the stairs, figuring she could be in her room. I realize I'm right as I walk towards her bedroom door, carefully pushing it open. I walk in and immediately see Chandler in a heap on her bed.

"What happened?" I ask her, concerned for her.

She doesn't answer, simply raising a shaky hand to point towards the bathroom. I go in, and at first, I don't see what she's talking about. Then, my eyes shift to the trash can. Three positive pregancy tests sit in the bottom. Holy shit.

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A/N:
Woah, super intense chapter! I've been trying to set this up for the last few chapters, so there's the big reveal! I wrote this chapter during driver's ed, by the way, so I'm sorry if it's not that great. I hope you liked it, though, and please leave a comment or a vote if you feel so inclined!
Thanks for reading.
-LittleMissBlitz

UPDATE: If Dan was your favorite JD (or if you just want to talk to Dan Domench because he was IN HEATHERS), he replies on Instagram. I've held up a decent conversation with him in my direct messages. Just a thought if you wanted to talk to him!