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1 year later...

Ashley's P.O.V:

And here we are. In Pickering. In a small motel. Running since a whole year from his and my parents. I am sitting on a bed, staring out a motel window, wondering what should we do next. Shawn is in a bathroom, taking a shower. I was nervous. What if his parents and my parents will find us? I get up and lock the door of a room. I see the door opens and then I see Shawn. He sits next to me.

"Don't worry sweetheart, they are not gonna find us, I promise. We will not be caught" He holds my hand.

"Are you sure?" I look at him.

"I swear" He says and brings his hand to my cheek and then we connect our lips.

But there's one thing.

"Shawn, we should get jobs" I say.

"You sure? I mean, we still have money and we've just-"

"You know, no pain, no gain" I say.

"You can find easily a job, but me? What should I do now?"

"I can work as a waitress and you can work as a bartender or something" I reply.

"Maybe it is not a bad idea"

"Of course it is better than nothing" I say.

He lays me down on the bed. He gives me a special night to remember.

After days we both try to find a work. And fortunately we find them. I will work as a waitress in a small restaurant near the motel we live in and Shawn will work as a bartender in a bar with a bowling.

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It’s been around two weeks since we started working. The saddest thing is that we are not seeing each other like before. He works from 1 p.m. to 1 a.m. and I work from 10 a.m. to 10 p.m. When he comes back, I am already asleep. He sleeps when I eat breakfast and go to work. But we work to earn some money and find a small flat. Just for two of us.

One night, around 9:50 p.m. I am on my shift. 10 more minutes and I will be done. There is one client, who still doesn't want to leave, even when the clock shows 10 p.m.

"I'm sorry Mister, but we are closed right now" I say friendly, but this guy is drunk and he doesn't listen to me.

I am the last one employee there and I have to close the restaurant. I don't want to stay there till midnight.

"Could you please leave? We open tomorrow at 10 a.m." I say.

He stands up. "Maybe I don't wanna leave?" He says so confident. "But I will leave. I hope we will meet again"

"I don't think so" I say in my mind as he leaves.

I finally close the restaurant and go back to the hotel room. It is really dark, but I use the flashlight in my phone. I hear some steps, like someone is following me. I turn around and I start running. This is the guy from the restaurant. I run as fast as I can but he catches me.

I am raped.

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Again two weeks later, I am sitting on a bed. Recently, I've been not feeling very well. Maybe I am pregnant? Maybe after this guy raped me, I got pregnant? I have to check it. After five minuted, my hand covers my mouth as I look down at the pink stick, two red lines on the screen.

I am pregnant. I can't believe it. What should I do? How should I tell it to Shawn? I even didn't tell him about that accident.