I stare down at my hands, the images of last week fresh in my mind. My bedroom door creaks open but I don't even bother glancing at it.
The bed dips down beside me and I move over, trying to stay as far away from whoever it is.
"Hey hun, you should get out of this room or at least open the blinds. I know this is a hard time for you but I'm here to help you". I start to shake, not knowing why.
I try to respond to her, to say something to tell her I'm ok but I can't. I can't form words, only little whimpers.
"Do you want to see Carl? He really misses you, I'll send him up here to talk to you. I'll see you later Hun". Maggie rubs my back then stands up, leaveing my room.
Less then a minute later Carl walks in, shutting to door behind him. He sits down beside me and I gently move closer to him.
"Maggie told me you haven't spoken since it happend but I'm kinda hoping you'll talk to me although there's no chance you will. I've missed you, alot actually. Your my best friend, I can't even imagine that I let that happen to you, your so special and you didn't deserve that. I'm right here if you want to talk".
He rests his hand on my thigh and I let out a long shaky breath.
"It's not your fault". I croak, my voice was dry and cracked, it sounded broken. He looked at me, concerned.
"I don't blame anyone except that man. I can still picture his rotting teeth when he smiled at me. My wrists are still bruised from when he tied me down. The worst part of it all was when he undressed me, cutting my clothes off my body. I tried to scream but he just covered my mouth. It was awful".
He gives me a sympathetic look then pulls me into a hug.
"I'm so sorry y/n. You didn't deserve that". I hug back and bury my face into his shoulder.
" I feel ashamed". I say, squeezeing my eyes. He pulls away and I shoot my eyes open, looking at him. His jaw clenches and I could practicly hear his teeth grinding together.
"Don't you dare fucking feel ashamed. It was not your fault. You did the best you could do. He's being punished for what he did, after he's dead, you can just forget about it". He says, tears pour down my face harder.
"I'm pregnant." I state. He stares at me in disbelief and shock.
"Oh my god". Was all he could say. He shakes his head.
"It'll be ok, don't worry. If you don't want to tell anyone that it's his, we could do something, lie to people...". He trails off.
"It's not his. It's yours. About two weeks ago we got drunk and had sex. I took a test the next day and it was positive. It's yours". He smiles and pulls me in for a hug.
"That's amazing"! He cheers and hugs me. I nod, feeling guilty.
I cannot believe I just lied to him.
