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When the Leaves Begin to Fall

05. Plans

That was the beginning of my downward spiral. Summer came to an end, and school started back. That was when I found out I was pregnant, shortly after it started back again. Word got out about the rape, but it didn’t go over well. Mikey went to trial but wasn’t convicted because of lack of evidence. Some of the jury members—one woman in particular—came up to me crying, apologizing that they couldn’t convict him. She said everyone knew he was guilty but couldn’t prove it with evidence.

That’s why his story stuck, and mine didn’t. Everyone now knew me as the Whore ‘Til Caught, and everyone turned their back on me. It was shown to me who my real friends were—friend, I should say—when people testified against me in court, saying I was a goody two shoes who would probably do anything to stay out of trouble, admitting that they always secretly hated me.
It made me sick, but even when I thought about killing myself, I just remembered something.

I have a baby inside of me now. Therefore, I would be killing myself and the baby.

The only person who still talked to me anymore was a very happy Kayti. She finally found her dream guy, and he lived in her dream city. If all went well, she was moving there after graduation to be with Harry Styles of One Direction.

While I stayed here taking care of someone’s baby. Honestly, I didn’t know if it was Niall’s or Mikey’s, though I was pretty sure I knew which, but I didn’t know if I wanted to know for sure. Either way, neither of them wanted any part in the baby’s life, so it didn’t really matter whose it was.

There was a rumor going around that I was pregnant, though I had never actually said a word to anyone at school. Kayti was the only one outside of my family that knew, and I knew for damn sure she didn’t tell anyone. So, people were just starting rumors, trying to make things worse on me. It only made things worse because I was pregnant, and the things they were saying because of it were very upsetting.

The rumors were the reasons a very arrogant Mikey approached me when Kayti was late getting to our lockers after school, and he leaned beside me, still just smirking away.

“Sucks you’re pregnant,” he said, and it was all I could do not to break down in tears. “Guess you’ll have to live with the fact you’re a whore for your whole life now.”

“Go to hell,” I whispered, and for the first time in months, my eyes met his in the darkest and most hate filled look I could muster up. “You know, the stories you hear about me might be true, but they also might be as fake as the bitch who told you. Tell Jasmine I said to kiss my ass.”

He scoffed. “You’re just a whore. I’m leaving. Just thought you should know that.”

When I opened my locker, bunches of notes and papers fell out, things I hadn’t put there. On the outside of them, they said things like, To: WHORE From: ? or WHORE or SKANK or WHORE ‘TIL CAUGHT. Very hurtful things.

There were tears in my eyes when I bent down to pick them up. Not to read them because truthfully, I didn’t want to read them. I just wanted to pick them up so no one else could see how cruel people really were.

Kayti, however, showed up right about then, and she was crying when she knelt down in front of me. “You’re not a whore.”

“I slept with someone I barely knew,” I whispered.

“So did I,” she reminded me. “Maybe you haven’t known him for years, or even weeks, but you connected with him, Oli. He connected with you. You didn’t see the look on his face when we saw you that day. You didn’t see how hurt he was whenever you didn’t come to lunch.”

“He didn’t want me there anyways,” I muttered. “He doesn’t want me, especially now.”

She sighed. “You should text him. I haven’t told Harry because I know he’ll tell him, and I think you need to. You also need to tell him about the baby. It could be his, and you know that.”

I shook my head, but deep down, I hated that she was probably right. “He doesn’t want me. He doesn’t want this baby. Why would he?”

“Why wouldn’t he?” she asked. “Listen to me, Oli. I understand where you’re coming from, but he’s not the bad guy you created in your head. He’s the sweet, loving boy you mentioned when telling me about that guy from the wedding. He is that person. He’s just scared.”

“And I’m not?” I whispered, hating that tears began filling my eyes. “If I had gone to lunch with you guys . . . .”

She smiled half-heartedly, but even that seemed forced. “You have no idea how much I hate myself for not making you. I knew something was up. I knew I shouldn’t let you go, but I did anyways.”

When she began sobbing, I realized that this hurt her. Just like it did my family, it killed her, and despite the fact that he walked free, she knew he did it. She knew I wasn’t the girl everyone accused me of being. I was the girl she once knew, the girl who would face the consequences of her actions.

It was hard to hug her from the kneeling position we were both in, so I stood to my feet and pulled her with me. She was an inch or so taller than me, but we were short together. It made things interesting since her boyfriend was now, like, six three.

Yeah . . . boyfriend.

She didn’t take long because instead of crying, she gasped suddenly. “Oli, I’m so sorry.”

When I looked into my locker, I found that all of my stuff—my books, my binders, my locker—had been trashed. My papers were ripped up. Big chunks were ripped out of my books, and everything was spray painted with the word, “Whore.”

Immediately, without a single thought, I walked over to a trash can and began putting things in it. What didn’t need to be thrown away—like my textbooks, for example—I began stuffing into my backpack.

“That’s it. I’m done.”

“Good,” she whispered. “I’ll miss you like crazy, but you can’t take this, especially not alone.”

I swallowed visibly and nodded, my eyes staring off into space, though it looked like they were staring into my locker. “I need a break at least. I’m not leaving permanently. Just a little while so I can clear my head and figure things out.”

Her eyebrows furrowed. “Okay. Where are you going to go?”

“I need to go somewhere where I can learn to be the best mom I can be,” I said. “Because this baby deserves the best I can give to it.”

“It deserves the best daddy, too,” she offered, and as much as I hated admitting it, I knew she was right.

I couldn’t do this alone, any of it. Sure, I could be a single mom. My parents were loaded, and they were more than willing to pay for everything, all things considered. If they knew it wasn’t Mikey’s baby, they probably wouldn’t, and I would have to tell them if I ever found out for certain.

But I needed someone to stand beside me, someone who would support me and help me raise this baby. I didn’t just want money. I wanted someone to be with me.

This baby needed a daddy, and somehow, I had to find the courage to tell the person who was probably the baby’s daddy that it existed.

Goody . . . .


After turning in my destroyed textbooks—despite the fact that they usually had to, the school didn’t make me pay for them—I cleared out my locker and went home. As soon as my dad got home, I told them everything that had happened. I told them that I was going somewhere, preferably out of the country, for a few weeks, maybe a month. If the school didn’t like it, I would drop out and get my GED. Either way, I needed a break from the madness so I could get over the rape and learn how to be a mom. I needed to cope with what happened so that I could be ready to be a mom when the time came.

That was another reason people would use to say that I wasn’t raped. If I was raped and pregnant, I would’ve gotten rid of the baby. Even if I hadn’t slept with Niall the night before and knew it was Mikey’s, I wouldn’t get rid of it. It was a precious life, a gift that God had given me, and I had to make the best of it. I had to bring it to life, not destroy it.

My dad didn’t even hesitate. When I told him where I wanted to go, he immediately sighed and said, “Why don’t you go stay with Denise? I’ll call her and ask if it’s alright. She’s got her new baby. I’m sure she’d love to take you in for a little bit. She could probably use the help.”

Wonderful.

Of course, Denise was more than happy to take me in. She was hoping to see me, and even though it wasn’t said, I knew why.

She wanted to make sure I was okay, all things considered.

So, I packed my bags and took the next flight to Dublin. I called Kayti to tell her where I was going, and she would’ve laughed at the irony if she wasn’t so upset about all that had happened, the circumstances.

Just because I would be staying with Greg and Denise didn’t mean that he would show up there. He was very busy, and, I mean, why would he? He didn’t live with them or even in Mullingar, for that matter.

He had a place in London.

Notes

The lyrics are from the song Theater by Icon For Hire. Seriously, I love them. <3

So I was gonna wait to post more until I got some responses, but after re-reading chapter four, I realized that would make me horrible. So I think I'm gonna post one, maybe two more, before waiting for some more responses. :)

You guys are awesome. Hope you enjoy! It's still really depressing, but I think we all know where this is going. :3

Comments

TO THE READERS!
I thought I would inform you as the sister of the author that this story will be on hold for a long time as she just gave birth to a little baby boy a little over 2 months ago and is busy being a full-time mom. Sorry and I hope everyone can understand!

xXFluffy_GruXx xXFluffy_GruXx
6/22/16

It's not nice to not update for two months!

xXFluffy_GruXx xXFluffy_GruXx
11/17/14

love it please update more!

@BritineylovesHarry
I actually decided to keep them both. :) I'm gonna see how it goes, but I will definitely be leaving this one up. :)

CaptainHawkeye CaptainHawkeye
7/31/14

Omg keep this one not his princess I just love this one and it's now my number four favorite fan fic under One Directions Property and The Voice and The Tour