The Phantom

Annabelle is an aspiring southern actress. She just moved from a small Georgia town to Atlanta. While on her way to a call back she is run into by a curly haired, green eyed, Brit. That one moment while she was running late to her audition will change her life forever

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15. Making It Ture

I felt frozen and invisible. It was like everything was moving at super-speed around me, and I was going in slow motion.

The actors and stage crew were running around getting ready for the first run of the first act all the way through.

While everyone else was in a rush, I couldn't get my feet to move.

It had been 3 days since I found out about the human growing inside of me. I had yet to tell anyone. Braiden still didn't know, and I didn't know how to tell him.

I hadn't seen Harry since he stormed of my room in the ER. I hadn't expected to either. They had a flight up to Canada later that night.

Lilly had barely spoken a word to me. But it was understandable. I did get pregnant by the guy she was in love with. She was officially the only person in this country that knew I was pregnant. Besides the doctor. But he didn't count.

I was terrified, and there was nothing I could do.

"Annabelle?" I heard my name from a distance. "Annabelle?" I heard it again, this time registering with me. I blinked, my eyes refocusing on my surroundings.

"Yeah" I answered, not even sure who I was responding to. I whipped around to see Braiden. I gulped. It took every thing in me not to bolt.

"Cherie sent me to find you. You're needed in the sound booth." He paused, squinting at me. It was like he knew. "Are you okay? You seem out of it, and don't look to hot either."

I let out breath. Of course he didn't know. There was no way, unless Lilly told him. Which wouldn't happen. "No, I'm not okay. Thanks for noticing. There is a ton of shit going on in my personal life that I don't know how to deal with. But it's nothing you should concern your self with." I paused, realizing what I had just said. "Well there's me, over-sharing." I felt the nerves building in my stomach from standing so close to him for so long. "Um," I pause again. "I'm gonna go see what Cherie needs."

I whipped back around and half power-walked out of his sight and to the sound booth.


I sat in the bathroom stall. The lights had automatically gone off about 10 minutes ago from the lack of motion in the room. I could feel my heartbeat in my fingers, and I no longer could feel where my feet were from sitting in the same position for so long. The tears silently fell down my cheeks, creating black lines. 

"Annabelle?!" I heard my name called again. I had lost count of how many times people had walked in and out of the bathroom, or just passed it calling my name. I didn't care though. I just needed to be alone. I couldn't take any more of stares, and whispers.I knew that they weren't about me, but somehow it still felt like it.

"Annabelle! I know you are in here." The lights clicked on. I sucked in breath, praying that Alicia wouldn't open the stall door.

My prayers were not answered as the door flung open to reveal a fuming red head. I curled into the fetal position, burying my face in my knees. I let out a sob. The first real one. I felt my body shake, as well as the stall wall.

"Oh sweetie! What's wrong?" Alicia exclaimed. I felt her cold hand on my even colder arms. She pulled my face out of my knees, when I didn't move or answer. "Tell me."

I looked up at her. Her face blurry from my tears and lack of glasses. I felt another sob rack up my body as I fell into her arms. I felt her fingers running through my hair as I cried myself to sleep. 


I refused to open my eyes when I awoke. I was on a hard couch.

"She's awake!" I heard from across the room.

SHIT I thought.

"Annabelle Sweetie please look at me." I opened my eyes to find Alicia hovering over me.

I heaved myself up onto my elbows only to collapse onto my back seconds later.

"Annabelle, please tell me what's wrong." She pleaded.

I took a deep breath, preparing to speak for the first time in hours. "If I tell you, then it becomes true." I forced out. My voice rough, and my throat hurt. My body was numb. Dread had set in and taken away all feeling in my limbs.

"You need to tell us. Saying doesn't make it real. It already is." Alicia said. Her words hit me hard. She was right. It didn't matter who I did or didn't tell, it was real just the same.

I looked around the room. Seeing Braiden standing in the back of the room. I froze. I couldn't say it with him in the room. "Braiden, can you leave please?" I continued to look around the room, noticing a generous amount of people staring at me. "Please," My voice shook. "Can everyone but Alicia leave?"

I watched as everyone left in single file. I held my breath till the last person had left and and door was closed. I looked up at Alesia. "Okay." She paused looking down at our hands, that had somehow intertwined. "Tell me. I can't help if you don't tell me"

I pulled my hands from hers, bringing them to my face. A lump had formed in my throat. I swallowed, trying to push it down. Taking another deep breath I removed my hands and looked to her. The world still blurry, but concern still very discernible on her face. "I'm pregnant." I said for the first time in days.

"Your'e joking" she nervously laughed. I held my breath, waiting for her to understand. "Your'e not joking" her face fell. "Please tell me you know who the father is."

I was silent. I couldn't say it. It took every ounce of my courage to put out in the world that I was pregnant. I couldn't say who the father was. That was asking too much.

"NO!" She exclaimed, obviously putting everything together. "Really! How could you? You and I both know that he is a runner!" And she was right. Braiden was not the kind for relationships. One night stands were all he knew, two at max. "You can't tell him! It could ruin everything!"

"Then what am I supposed to do?" I asked, genuinely wanting to know the answer.

"Don't tell him. Just don't. Just say that you don't know who the father is."

"AND LET EVERYONE THINK I'M A WHORE!?" I was sitting up now.

"It's better than telling him! It's in every ones best interest!" 

She is right I thought If I tell him, then he could run, leave the play. ruin it for everyone.

"You aren't that far along. You wont be showing for a few months. That's enough time to finish a good part of the season. Give the producers time to find someone to take your place."

"You are right. I won't tell him."

"Good. Now I'm calling your sister to take you home." She stood and walked out of the room. Leaving me alone in her dressing room.

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