Where She Went

25. The Pleasure of Torture

Early chapter to make up for the chapters I never got to update this week(:

Auna<3

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April

"That is really nice." Savell comments on my cutting skills as I chop the asparagus up for dinner.

"Thank you." I smile, finishing with a quick slice. I remove the access off the knife and place it in the sink before moving the chopped pieces into a dish.

"Here, I got the rest." Savell says, grabbing my wrist before I could pick up the bowl I had placed the pieces in.

"Oh, okay." I murmur, stepping back. Savell shoots me a worried look, just for an instant, a single fraction of a second, before smiling again.

"Why don't you check on Hazel?" She whispers, taking the bowl and moving away before I could respond. Did she know? If she was, why was she keeping quiet? Harrison would kill her if he found out she was hiding things from him.

I shrug off the thought. She was just worried about her, that's all. Just a normal motherly thing.

Grabbing her door keys off the key rack, I move up the stairs quickly and stand in front of her door. It was silent.

I was afraid for her. It would be very rare if she actually was pregnant, but still. There was that chance.

I unlock the door and step inside. It was bone-chillingly silent.

"Hazel?" I call quietly, closing the door behind me. My feet take my towards the bathroom, the door closed and the lights on inside. She wasn't in bed and couldn't be anywhere else but the bathroom.

"Hazel? Are you in there?" I ask again, softly knocking on the bathroom door. A few heartbeats later the door rushes open and I'm blinded by the sudden brightness since her bedroom lights were off.

When my eyes adjust, I gasp as tears stream down her face and she tightly clutches eight tiny white sticks in her hands as if they were her life source.

"I've used all of them." She stutters, sucking in a harsh breath. I watch her crumble to the ground in complete fear.

"They all are positive, April. What am I going to fucking do?!" Hazel sobs, her damp hair falling over her shoulders in waves. I rush down to her level and take her in my arms. She tosses the sticks away and accepts my hug like a child, sobbing into my shirt.

"It's going to be okay. We will figure this all out, okay? You're going to be fine." I whisper, softly swaying her back in forth with one hand on the back of her head.

"What will November think? I'm going to have to tell him at some point and I can't bear to break this to him when he's already so stressed with Harrison and--"

"Hazel," I pull her away for a second and force her to look at me. Her nose is rubbed raw from crying and her flushed cheeks are stained with tears.

"It's okay to wait. You don't have to tell him right now."

"But I would feel so horrible! He deserves to know, April."

I swallow the lump in my throat bite the inside of my cheek.

"Okay, I'll try to find a way to get November to your room in the next few days. Don't rush it though if you don't feel like doing it, okay? Promise me."

Hazel looks away, another sob breaking her voice.

"Promise, Hazel." I whisper, moving her head back to face me with my hand.