Fragile (Broken #2) SVU

Chapter Six.

*Sky's POV*
The clock hanging on Amanda's wall let's out two loud chimes. After the last incident my mom refuses to leave me alone in case I hurt myself again. To be honest, I'm glad for the company, the thought of been alone makes me want to vomit.

Amanda's cooking wafts through the living room to where I'm sitting and my stomach lets out a loud rumble. I crush my hands into my stomach, as if this simple act will stop it from alerting Amanda to my impending hunger.

I can't stop thinking about all the crappy things going wrong in my life. I hate school - everyone is acting weird around me and the teachers treat me as if I'm broken glass.

The impending sense of dread sitting in the pit of my stomach isn't helping matters. At first I wasn't eating because I wasn't hungry, but now it's more than that. It's a way of staying in control, even when everything else is falling apart around me. The hunger stabbing away at my insides is a comforting feeling I can't explain.

"Sky, do you want something to eat?" Amanda yells through from the kitchen.

"No I'm fine. I already ate." I yell back.

I expect her to force me to eat but I guess she believes my lie. Besides I'll be fine, it isn't forever - only until everything blows over.

Amanda walks into the living room with a plate of pasta and 2 bottles of water. She chucks one in my direction and collapses onto the couch next to me.

"Ah I'm so glad it's my day off." She says, sticking her feet up onto the coffee table and tucking into her food.

I grunt my reply, my mind on other things, like my currently expanding waistline.

"I need the bathroom." I say, standing up and walking towards the stairs.

"There's a bathroom right here you know." Amanda yells.

I ignore her. I'm already halfway up the stairs, taking two of them at a time.

The upstairs bathroom has a full length mirror I can use to my advantage. I have to figure out the scale of the problem so I can come up with a plan to fix this.

**********

I spend 15 minutes staring at myself in the mirror. I've stripped down to my underwear and I'm checking and rechecking every part of my body. I've never given much thought to my size but I know I can improve the way I look. There's nothing wrong with wanting to look better and be more healthy, right?

I turn to the side and run my hands over my stomach. I don't remember it ever been so round and bloated. I know I have to change that.

I start putting my clothes back on when something clicks in my brain.

"No." I say. "No, no, no."

I slam open Amanda's cabinet, searching through the products until I find what I'm looking for.

I yank down my pants and hover over the toilet, peeing onto the stick that could ruin my life. When I'm done I place it on the kitchen counter and wait. Cold shivers tingle up and down my spine, my heart thudding inside my chest.

"Sky!" Amanda yells up the stairs. "Are you ok?"

"Fine!" I yell back. "I'll be down in a minute."

How long does a pregnancy test take anyway? I grab the packaging and read the instructions. I only have another 2 minutes to wait.

I can't be pregnant. Not by those disgusting, horrible men. It can't be possible. I know it isn't the baby's fault, but the thought of having a piece of him staring back at me is unbearable.

I peer over at the test, my hands shaking, and there staring back up at me, are 2 red lines.