I wake up in my cell and look at my stomach, woah. I'm getting bigger. I stand up grabbing my flannel, a tank top, and my jeans. I start walking to the bathroom when I run into someone. "Oh... I'm sorry." I look up to see a new boy. "No it was my fault." He says looking at me. "Woah..." He says. Uhm. "Did I just say that out loud?" He adds. I giggle. He looks down at my stomach.
"I'm sorry I have to go." I say with him still looking at my stomach. "Wait, what's your name?" He asks.
"I'm Kenzi. And you are?"
"I'm Dylan." He says smiling. I start to walk away when I run into someone I didn't want to see, my father. I hurry before he noticed me. I can tell he's drunk. He didnt notice me. Thank god.
I get to the showers and take my clothes off. I look down at my stomach yet again. I notice stretch marks begin to show.
I turn on the water trying not to look back down at my stomach.
*1 hour later*
I put my clothes on and head to Carl's cell. I'm really slow now because I'm pregnant. When I finally get there Carl isn't there. So I decide to head outside seeing if he's there. But he's not. I see Glenn in the watch tower. I start to head up there when Daryl stops me "what are ya doing?" He says. "I-I um. Do you know where Carl is?" "He went on a run with his dad." Daryl says.
"Oh okay." I say nervously.
I quickly walk back inside. Oh no what if he dies. I'm not going to be there. It's okay he's fine. He's fine.
*3 hours later*
I hear a car pull up and walk outside. Please tell me he's there. I see the back door open and Carl gets out. "Thank god!" I say running as fast as I could which isn't very fast. "Why didn't you tell me you went? I was worried." I say hugging Carl. "I'm fine." He says.
I kiss him and don't stop. "Please tell me next time."
"I will"
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Dead abuse
FanfictionKenzi is a girl who is sexually abused by her father, John, and physically abused by her boyfriend, Josh. Will she survive? She, her boyfriend, and father, recently came across the prison. There's a group there. It's safe.
