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instantly and tries to back away, but I already have a grip on her shirt. I pull back and when I look in her eyes, I see something I don't expect to see. Panic.

Her hands go up to push me, but then she just drops them.

Why doesn't she want me to take her shirt off? I raise the bottom of it and let my hands roam over her skin.

"Oh fuck. What the fuck?" My eyes immediately drop down to her stomach.

"I told you already, some consequences are forever."

She leans down and in a fit of anger rips the sweater over her head leaving only the thin tank top she had on underneath. Showing me the perfectly round soccer ball in her stomach.

She's pregnant.

Dillon

"Keeley, you're pregnant?" My eyes have yet to leave her stomach.

"No shit Dillon. Did you think I didn't notice?" She snarls before she awkwardly gets up, pulling her sweater with her.

"Why wouldn't you tell me some shit like that?" The words that leave my mouth are measured. I'm angry, worried and feel so much, but I can't seem to move.

"I didn't even know if I needed to tell you anything."

My head pops up at that. Did she think I wouldn't take care of my kid, because that shit isn't happening.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" I finally get up from the ground and stalk over to where she is.

"Dillon just leave it alone ok."

"The fuck I will, you're sitting over here fucking pregnant and you didn't think to tell me?"

I think back to Fly, the man that was very at home in her house. Is that why she didn't tell me? Because it's his? My stomach lurches up and I have to clamp my mouth shut to make sure that I don't spew chunks all over the place.

"Whose baby, is it?" The words are soft when they come out of my mouth.

She doesn't answer just shakes her head.

Fuck it is his. Oh fuck. "Keeley whose baby is it?" I get closer to her, I want to hear her say it out of her own fucking mouth that she'd laid down with that motherfucker and let him knock her up. She doesn't answer just continues to shake her head. Though now the tears are streaming down her face.

I grab her roughly by her arms and jerk her once, "I said whose fucking baby is it!" I yell into her face.

"I don't know!" She screams back

"The fuck do you mean you don't know? It takes two people to fuck." I snarl at her.

"I'm sorry, I didn't catch his name as he slammed me to the ground and raped me." Her eyes cut daggers into me even through the tears falling down her cheeks.

No.

Fuck no.

"This is from ..." I can't even bring myself to say it. Now I know what she was talking about. The consequences that neither one of us would be able to get past. The man that raped her had gotten her pregnant.

"I don't know. I won't be able to tell until the baby comes out. I tried to do the amino fluid test, but my body didn't tolerate it." She looks away.

I fall back down to the floor. She's absolutely right. This is one fucking consequence that I don't know if I can handle.

"Keeley ... I ..."

"I tried to abort it." She says, her hands balled up at her sides and her eyes focused on one spot on the floor. "When I figured out that I was pregnant I made an appointment to get it ripped out of my body. It felt like I was carrying the devil's spawn inside of me. That there was this monster inside of me draining me. That I was keeping safe the child of the man who'd raped me. I wanted to go inside my body and just rip it out. I even went to the appointment, but all my mind could think about was the last time you and I had sex … the day before that, what if this baby is yours? What if this little helpless child was made out of love? So, I couldn't go through with it. Every day I look in the mirror and see my body changing. I hate it. I hate this baby and then I feel guilty that I hate the baby, because I don't know who's it is. I feel like I'm going crazy. I know if it isn't yours, I'd give it up for adoption. Except then I would have given away a chunk of myself whether I wanted it or not, left out in the world trying to fight for itself. If I keep it, I'll be reminded every day of the man that brutalized me. I'll never be able to love it the way it should be. I hate that I feel this way. I hate that this is happening. That's why I can't forgive you, this is never going away and until I find out for sure who's it is then I don't know how to move on." By the time she finishes her face is splotchy, red, and wet from all the tears.

Even if I couldn’t handle it myself, I would handle it for her. Whatever feelings I had about the situation mean shit when it came to what she was going through. She needs all of my fucking support. It was my dumbass mistakes that got us in this situation, I couldn’t run away from them.

I stand up and walk over to her, this time when I grab for her face she doesn't pull away.

"That's my baby."

"Oh Dillon, you don't know ..."

I cut her off, "Keeley, there is no test, no bloodwork, nothing that will tell me any different. That is my kid. The fuck who hurt you will never have a claim to this baby even in death." I put my hands down and cup her round belly. "This is my baby. We will love this baby,

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