Children // Faya

Chapter 23: Fear of the Unknown

16 Weeks

Maya

I haven't gotten out much. School hasn't been my top priority, but I try my best to do it. I know I need to pass high school at least. I'm just so tired.

My visitors have become slimmer and slimmer almost everyday.

I don't blame them.

The only person who has come to see me almost everyday is Josh, and he is kept a secret. Everyone from Riley to Shawn have cut their hours of time with me to a minimum, and I'm not sure why. I haven't even seen Farkle that often, and that's gotten me pretty sad. I wondered if he knew I existed anymore.

I wouldn't get mad at any of them for not wanted to see a girl who messed up, and was messed up herself.

My bump was definitely noticeable now, I wasn't trying to hide it. It was only during school hours where I tried to keep the child hidden.

I was due for a doctors appointment next week sometime. I might even be able to find out the gender of him or her.

I got up and started grabbing some clothes I would change into after my shower. After finding a decent outfit I turned around. There was the same man standing that I attacked with a heel. This wasn't Josh. He knew what was happening to me, and I didn't like that.

"Did Josh do it?" I ask. The person doesn't respond. Only taking steps toward me. I take steps backwards. Eventually, I back into my nightstand. I put my hand on the handle, scared for my life.

He grabs my waist and pulls me. That solved my drawer problem, now I just have to feel around.

"This was never the plan." He says sharply in my ear. "This was supposed to be a plan to make him open his fucking eyes. It just went too far." I felt my hands on my taser, and I saw his knife. I've never felt so scared in my life.

"Hey Maya! I came home a little early today." I hear my mom from the kitchen, "Topanga wanted me to come home for a while."

I guess he didn't plan for this. He darts to the window and runs away as fast as he can. I slam my window and lock it. Unlike every time before, I don't cry. I just stand there. I move slowly to my bed and sit down, then lay down, then fall asleep.

I wake up at an unusual time; it was about two in the afternoon and I wasn't sure what to do. I get up and find that no one is in the house. That means mom must have left.

I sit and think about what's happening more and more. I can't believe that myself and the baby could have died.

This guy was prepared to stab
me, and for what?

I don't want to deal with human beings anymore, besides the one inside me.