I can't decide whether to tell someone, obviously I will have to at somepoint but not now I can't bare the embarrassment. Mr Frazer (the rapist) keeps giving me the most uncomfortable looks, I keep remembering it I can't stop. It's taking over. The sensations in my head are telling me tell someone but my heart is telling me to abort the baby. I can't abort it it's my child, that phrase scares me more than anything, and I'm back at the start, it's like a never ending cycle of worry. If I abort the baby I will have to tell someone but same with giving birth. Who should I tell? My mum? My dad? My sister? My best friend? How will I afford the baby's clothes and food and toys? All these questions flooding my brain making me feel light headed, "Are you ok Jenny" asked Lucia, " I think I'm gonna go to matron" I stuttered. But before I got to the bottom of the stairs I had fallen down the rest of the stair case, down down down I fell, it felt like hours I was falling, I tumbled down the huge flight of stairs.
I woke up in hospital, "what happened", "you fell down the stairs at school". Who is that, that voice reminds me of someone.
Mr Frazer! I sit bolt up right in the hospital bed and see the creep, the pathetic, revolting old man standing by my bed looking at me with the strangest smile on his face. It's the same smile as the night he raped me.
I was so scared. Was he going to do it again? "What do you want from me" I asked impatiently, "your gorgeous, sexy and I can't stop thinking about your body" he spluttered. " You disgust me, I'm 14 your ancient it's not even legal even if I did say yes which I didn't !" I explained. He started tying me to the bed and he locked the door of my ward, I was on my own in that ward so it didn't look suspicious, and he started again, kissing my neck and starting working his was down.
I yelled for him to stop but he wouldn't, I was left with only one thing to do, "I'm pregnant!! With your baby". He stopped and stared at me, "your pregnant?", " Yes".
The following day Mr Frazer kept looking at me, and giving me a sympathetic smile. He actually looks quite cute when he does that smile, no Jenny don't think like that he's an old rapist.
I'm so worried, I think I might like him. I like an old, creepy, weird, pedophilic rapist.
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Hope you liked this chapter sorry they're quite short I'll hope fully make the next few longer. xx
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