Jailbird

~Part 2: Chapter 1~

A/N: This story title will remain the same, because nothing has changed, so the title is still kinda fitting 🤷🏾‍♀️ lol.

Now, onward to part 2! 🤗

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It was extremely complicated already. I wanted to be here, but I didn't want to risk the chance of him seeing me.

Yes, I was still expecting. No, I hadn't told anyone else except for Elise.

I had ran through a few possible ideas in where I could tell my mother and David without them murdering me.

But the issue wasn't just admitting that I was expecting -- no. The real issue lied in me having to admit that I was pregnant with my stepbrothers baby.

That was no doubt gonna get me disowned.

My mom was gonna go ballistic.

And every day I let go by, knowing that a tiny baby was sucking all of the nutrients and energy out of me, was a day closer to the truth being revealed.

It was stressful and I didn't know much about pregnancies, but I knew stress wasn't good, regardless.

Speaking of which, I needed to make a doctor's appointment soon.

"He's up, Sienna," David's gruff voice said next to me, startling me from my own thoughts.

I self consciously wrapped my arms around my torso. It wasn't an odd gesture either, considering it was freezing in the courtroom.

My eyes made contact with the side door back by the bench where the judge sat. It opened and my breath caught in my throat as they brought in Zedlin.

His face was blank and as they walked him to his table, he scanned the room and met my eyes.

Soon after, I let my eyes drop to my lap. I couldn't even look at him anymore.

After he had confessed to me about needing time, I was beginning to feel guilty.

Me deciding to keep the baby was definitely not giving him time. If anything, it could have been considered a timer that was quickly counting down.

But I had decided it didn't matter, because I wanted to keep the baby for me. I had also come up with a plan where I could do that without putting strain onto Zedlin about it.

And everyone was going to want to kill me if my plan worked out. I just had to talk to one important person first.

But the impact of my plan was better than the impact of the truth would be, sadly.

When I had the courage to pull my eyes back up, they had seated Zedlin into his chair and started the session.

My head started to pound at all of the information that was being thrown around. I barely understood what they were saying.

I turned to my left and looked at David. He had a hand posed over his mouth and he was intently listening to what was going on.

Suddenly, I heard something I understood.

"We find the defendant guilty on the charges of--"

They were saying something, but I gripped David's wrist and sucked in a breath.

No.

Yes, this was unfortunately for the best.

"Bastards. They got him on his probation," David muttered.

"What does that mean?" I asked softly.

Johnathan hadn't told me much, given that he couldn't. I more so had to explain to him of what happened that day, to help him come up with options. I basically had to trust him with the information I gave to him.