Betrayed

The wake held for Steve was pointless, as far as I was concerned wakes were made in the old days when technology was not advanced enough to see if said person was actually dead.
Every day more and more people stared at me. School wasn’t the same all my teachers ignored me, rose stuck around but bailed every now and then.
I never saw Matt again. I almost hoped I did because at least I have some one who paid attention to me. I had to do some thing.
I sat in the office waiting for the doctor to come and tell me what’s going on. The doctor had on some jeans and a scrubs top on, you see this was a low budget clinic so they dressed in what they could. He had long hair that he tied in a low pony tail. His eyes were honey colored and he had a wedding band on.
“well Ashleigh” he spoke, I had said my name was Ashleigh for some privacy. “your pregnant. that’s a defiant. From the embryos size id say about 4 to five months. Do you know if you want to keep her?”
I gulped “her?” he smiled “yeah a baby girl”. I sighed “I don’t know” he gave me some paper work and sent me off.
Out side was cloudy and sprinkling I was dumb enough to not bring a jacket now my papers will be destroyed.
“Rory” some one said. I turned and tripped over my feet as I tried to back away. Zacky was there. He grabbed me before I could fully land on the floor. He wrapped the long jacket around me and said “I’m not going to hurt you. Matt doesn’t know I’m here.” I slowly nodded “and?” he looked around “ill take you home.”
On the way home he had wrapped an arm around my shoulders. “so you have a little baby in your tummy?” I nodded.
There was an uncomfortable silence between us after that comment, well maybe the silence was only uncomfortable for me.
He walked me to my door “you know Matt is excited he loves kids” I shrugged.
“really, he doesn’t seem like a kids type-o-guy” the first part was rather sarcastically.
zacky laughed “ yeah he actually has always wanted kids, its his human emotions that linger. Well here we are, take care Rory don’t kill her Matt wont ever forgive you” I raised an eyebrow at his parting comment.
“and what if I lets say have an accident?” I asked. Zacky shook his head “lets not have accident’s ill be around if you need me” then he walked away.
I walked inside and straight in to my mom “who was that?” she asked. I glared at her and walked off, it was none of her business who I walk home with. She of course followed me saying “listen you’ve been back for over a year I think its time for you to get a job and start school again.”
I removed the jacket “oh and your going to walk me to walk me to my classes? Because if you haven’t noticed you’re the one who bitches when I do want to go out. You’re the one who fucking drinks with her friends and comes home the next day telling me that I probably liked what had happened to me. Mom I cover your ass all the time, all I fucking wanted was to come home play with my dog that you so fucking kindly got rid of last week, go out with my friends and forget HIM!”
I was sobbing by the end of my rant “and you know what mom? You’re the one who’s holding me back I fucking hate you! Id rather be back in Matt’s bed thinking about escaping than here with you!” I covered my mouth after I spoke his name.
My mom until now didn’t know that I knew his name.
She blinked with tears in her eyes “Matt’s bed?” she asked
I nodded “he and I, we. He said he’d let me go if I would just give my self to him and I just couldn’t think of any thing”
I looked up in time to see my moms hand fly towards me. The impact wasn’t as bad as I make it out to be but my face did sting. It reminded me of Matt.
Matt might have hurt me but at least I knew he would be the only one to hurt me.
I stepped back and rubbed my cheek. My mom was furious “you slept with him? I raised you better than that. All these years I thought you were I cant deal with this now” then she grabbed her purse and walked through the front door slamming it once she was clear through.
I ran in to my room and plopped down on to the bed and cried in to my pillows.
A hand came in contact with my back and made circles.
Guessing it was Rose I placed my head on her thigh. The hand move to my hair and lightly scratched my scalp, I gripped the rough jean fabric on the inside of her thigh and cried my eyes out until my eye lids wouldn’t raise.
I woke up in the same exact position, it took me a moment to fully awaken. The thigh I was holding and using as a pillow did not feel feminine, it was rather masculine, as was the large hand going though my hair. I looked up slowly and met the eyes that haunted me at night, the cold eyes that took my best friend away, the eyes of the man that ruined my life.
“hey baby girl”

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