Early the next morning, I rang the local doctor and booked an appointment for Caitlin at 10am. The receptionist knew me well and asked me who Caitlin was, so I told her the story. I could see Caitlin glaring at me from across the table as I rambled on about it, so I cut a few parts out of the story and even lied a little bit. I then rang my Elliott to see if he could look after Theo and Tommo, as Theo was on half-term break and I was uncertain about leaving Tommo with just him to protect her. Theo was a strong lad but there was no way he would be able to protect her by himself.
Harry agreed to look after Theo for the day so I hung up the phone and began making myself some toast, which was something that I had discovered Caitlin liked to eat in the middle of the night. I could sense that Caitlin was staring at me, and when I turned around, she was.
"What's up, Caits?" I said as I sat down at the table to wait for my toast, puzzled.
"Oh, it's nothing. I guess I'm just a bit nervous about this whole doctor's appointment thing. And you're so interesting to watch." she said.
"What are you so nervous about? I'm sure it's nothing, and everything is fine. It just helps to make sure, that's all"
"But Niall, what if what James did to me was worse than we thought. What if he got me pregnant, Niall? What would we do then?"
I was a bit taken aback by this statement, and after a minute or so of thinking over my reply, I said to her:
"Caitlin, we just have to hope for the best. And even if the worst becomes the worst, I will love and support you no matter what. And so will Tommo."
After that, I saw Caitlin's cheeks flush red. She stared down at her toast, looking very nervous indeed, and began to eat it slowly. I watched her, scared and confused, until the noise of the toast popping up out of the toaster took my gaze away from her.
As I waited in the waiting room of the doctor's with Caitlin just before 10am, I too began to feel very nervous. What if Caitlin was right? What if Jame's actions while she was unconcious were more than we thought? What if those actions were about to turn her world upside down? I sat there holding Caitlin's hand tight while crossing my fingers and nervously biting the nails of my free hand.
"You've always done that, haven't you?" I heard Caitlin say to me.
"Huh? Always done what?" I whispered, confused.
"When you're nervous, scared, afraid, whatever it is you're feeling right now... you always cross your fingers and bite your nails. It's something I've seen you doing right from x factor, haven't you ever realised?" she replied, laughing at me a little bit.
I could feel my cheeks going red and said to her: "I never even realised I did that."
"Caitlin?" I heard the voice of the female doctor call her name, and she quickly stood up, beckoning me to come with her as she started to follow the doctor towards the consulting room. She took my hand and pulled me up from my chair, leading me to follow her and the doctor.
"So, why have you come to the doctor's this fine Irish morning?" the doctor asked Caitlin after we had sat down on two chairs in front of the doctor's desk in the consulting room.
"Well, it all started when a man called James kidnapped myself and my friend and I ended up being knocked unconcious, right? And the next thing I knew, I woke up in Niall's house covered in bruises and cuts and feeling very weak..."
"Like she had been beaten." I interupted.
"Yes, like that."
"But that's not what you've come to us for, is it, Caitlin?" said the doctor.
"Well, not exactly, but we feel like what we've come here for could be connected to that. Until last night, I had been recovering well and I felt perfectly fine when I fell asleep. And then I woke up around 1am and felt really sick..."
"And she ended up vomiting uncontrollably in the bathroom." I interrupted once again.
"Ah-huh." said the doctor. "Well, the first thing I would do is take this..." she reached into a drawer in her desk and pulled out what looked to me like a pregnancy test. Just what I thought.
The doctor handed the pregnancy test to Caitlin and told her how to use it. "Two lines means it's positive." she told her, before leading her to the customer bathroom. I stood silently outside the door of the bathroom and waited. After a few minutes, she opened the door of the bathroom, shaking a little bit and holding it in one hand.
"Niall..." she whispered. "There are two lines..."
"Let me see that." I said, not wanting it to be true, not wanting to believe it. She held it up so that I could see the small window that indicated whether it was positive or not, and sure enough, there were two lines.
All that I could say was: "Oh shit..."
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FanfictionA young boy senses that something mysterious is going on in his home one stormy night. The next morning his uncle decides to investigate and finds a girl, beaten and weak from hunger, curled up on a mattress in his nephew's old room, to which they h...
