Five

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A/N: I'm going to go ahead and put a trigger warning for rape here. The next chapter will have her dealing with that. I'm sorry for such a short chapter, but it was necessary. 




Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I wasn't planning for him to come back here with me. He didn't last time. Maybe, it was because he thought I'd ask the doctor for help. Maybe because he still didn't trust me not to run.

There was a faint tap on the door as a woman in a white lab coat came in. She sat down on the stool in front of us and began skimming through the paperwork.

"Sorry it took so long. Blood tests take a while. Anyway, both the urine and the blood came back negative. You're definitely not pregnant."

"How can that be? She's missed her period. She's been throwing up. She even took a test, and it was positive," Gerard rambled anxiously.

"What brand did you use?"

"I don't know, but it was blue dye. They're the most accurate." She shook her head.

"Actually, I recommend the pink dye tests. The blue is notorious for leaving evap lines which can be mistaken for false positives," she explained. He looked over at me, and I could see the betrayal in his eyes.

Well, fuck,

* * * * *

The ride back to the cabin was painfully silent. He hadn't said a single word to me nor even looked in my direction since we left the hospital. I desperately wanted to break the silence, but I was terrified to speak. When we pulled up the the cabin, he got out of the car and headed inside. As I followed behind him, I was hit with flashbacks from the first night of our honeymoon.

I closed the door behind me and went towards the bedroom. He was sitting against the headboard with his knees pulled to his chest. I moved cautiously towards him.

"Gee, talk to me. Please..." I pleaded. He shook his head and sniffled.

He's crying...

I sat on the bed next to him. I reached for his hand, but he pulled away. I sighed as I leaned back. The thickness of the air was enough to suffocate someone.

"Why did you lie to me?" His voice cracked. "I trusted you. Were you going to try and run again? I thought you really loved me."

"I do, Gee. I didn't know-"

"I remember how you told me to get the pink ones the first time. You said that the blue ones could be wrong. I had forgotten about it until the doctor started talking. You lied to me. Why would you lie about that?"

"I don't know. I just wanted to get out of the house. It's not an excuse for lying, but it's the truth," I admitted as I looked down at my hands.

"So, you knew you weren't really pregnant?" I nodded slowly. I felt him shift suddenly in an almost jerking fashion. He looked up at me, and as our eyes met, I felt my stomach knot up. His eyes were cold and dark.

"Gee," I cautioned. His hand found my throat, and he forced me down onto the bed. He ripped my pants off and threw them to the floor. I heard the clinking of his belt as he unfastened it. "Gee, what are-"

"Shut up," he ordered as he covered my mouth. He tore off my underwear and positioned himself between my legs. Without warning, he thrust deep into me, causing a sharp pain to shoot through my body.

"Stop," I struggled to say through his hand. He continued pushing and pulling, harder and faster.

"No. You are my wife. It is your duty to give me a child, and you will. One way or another." 

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