Don't Let Me Go 16+

Harper hasn't had the easiest life, after her dad dies, she has only her mother.

One horrifying dark secret is made when her mother finds a new boyfriend.

Will a certain boy be able to change the way in which she feels, will she open up to him?

Can she depend, love and trust this guy?

WARNING: contains extremely detailed and graphic scenes for older audiences, (sex, rape, cursing and abuse)


24. Chapter 24

Paige's POV;

Its been four days since mine and Harpers date with the boys. She'd called in sick for work. I keep waking up to the sound of Harper vomiting and crying every morning. We think it might be a food poisoning, but uncertain of what could have caused it since when never got time to eat. It didn't seem to be narrowing down, she wasn't getting any better.
This morning I heard the familiar tiny crying, and the toilet being flushed.

"Paige!" she called out sounding tired and weak.

I got out from under the covers, getting into my silk baby pink dressing gown and strolled towards my ensuite off the side to the right of the large room. I glanced at her bed her sheets, and blankets were in tangles, half on the floor as though she had struggled to get out, in a rush to get to the toilet on time.
I walked in to see a shivering Harper on the tiled floor, leaning against the shower door, just across from the foul smelling white toilet. She looked up at me, her eyes were shiny and she sobbed loudly, she inhaled and exhaled loudly.
"I-I think I'm p-pregnant" she whispered.
I slumped down next to her rubbing small circles into Harper back hoping that would comfort her a little bit.

"Well if you'd like we go down and buy some test, we aren't completely certain yet okay Harp?" I informed her, hoping it wouldn't come up with positive. They just started dating!

As we both chucked on anything we could find in a rush, I got in my tiny Audi glad we had it for this situation. Grabbing my Louis Vuitton purse, and white iPhone 4s.


As we arrived down town, we raced into the nearest chemist, I grabbed at least on of five different brands.
Harper looked at me weirdly, "don't you want to be certain?" I asked.
She quickly nodded her head, and we went up the counter and I paid.
"Excuse me?" I asked the checkout lady, who was to concerned with her blackberry. "Where is the nearest public toilet?" I asked frustrated.
Up the road, turn left an there will be a blue and white sign" she replied in a bored and distracted voice. I pulled a disgusted face, grabbed Harpers hand and left. I was pissed off at the lack of customer service.


As we arrived I was glad to see it was recently renovated and clean. We both rushed in, Harper going into one of the cubicles taking one box with her. She did her thing on that and passed it to me, cautiously making sure I only touched the handle. I passed her another until one by one, she had done them all. We waited for a short while in suspense.
"You'll have to tell Zayn he's going to be a dad, if you re pregnant"
She started crying, she walked out of the cubicle. Looked me in the eyes.
"Zayn isn't the dad Harper we haven't had sex" she stated, a tremendous feeling of guilt rushed through me.

One silent minute passed, and a slow shaken Harper edged close to the bathrooms sink and table.


She cringed and her feet went all weak, giving out from underneath her, I rushed to her and grabbed her arm tightly, to steady her. She screamed loudly as soon as I had gripped onto her arm. Her eyes closed and he face screwed up. I let go of her skinny arm and grabbed her waist lowering her down softly. She was shaking uncontrollably, I would the courage to look at the tests. All positive and I swear I only just held myself in from screaming to, tears ran down my eyes and my heart snapped into two. I couldn't imagine how she must be feeling. She was having a baby, and the father was the man she feared the most, Dave.

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