- Autumn's POV -
I had been here for over a month, according to my counting, which could be way off as I couldn't see any daylight and I had no clock or calendar here. He let me move freely through this room. I had figured out that the cabinets opened with a code so I couldn't do anything with the utensils inside of it. There was an adjoining bathroom to the room which I used every day. I would sit underneath the shower for over an hour, trying to wash his hands off of me. Trying to wash his stuff out of me. He never used protection.
He opened my door as usual, he did that every morning, he would come in with some coffee and a toast and then he would start my lesson. I smelled the coffee and it turned my stomach to some sort of mush. I felt nauseous and began to sweat. I bolted to the bathroom just in time to throw up into the toilet. Why would I throw up? It wasn't as if I was sick.
"James." I said with a small voice as I entered again.
"Yes my Love?" He said, being in one of his nicer moods.
"How long have I been here? What is the date?"
"You have been with me for three months now."
"Fuck! Three months? You sure?" I asked freaking out.
"Yeah. Why? What's wrong?"
"You have got to be kidding me! James I could be pregnant now. I haven't had my period since coming here." I said feeling very desperate. I can't be pregnant from the person I hate. From the person who raped me. I should have been pregnant by Dean. My love. The one I love.
"I'll go get you a pregnancy test my Love." He said and he walked to the bathroom cabinet. He handed me the test and told me to take it.
I peed on the stick and waited.
"James has it been 5 minutes already?" I yelled through the door.
"Yeah April!" He yelled back.
I read the paper that came with the test and saw that one horizontal bar means negative and two bars shaping a plus means positive. I grabbed the stick and looked to the screen. A plus. How could this have happened?! Why do such things happen to me? Why did I have to go through this another time? I sank down the wall. I placed my head in my hands on my knees. The tears started to leak from my eyes.
A baby. I'm pregnant from that bastard and I'm going to get a baby. I can't do this.
"April Honey? What does it say Darling?"
"Fuck off with your endearments you asshole! You got me fucking pregnant!"
"Really?"He said sounding like he was happy.
"Yes you asshole! You happy now. You finally broke me. You ruined my life."
"Oh my Love, aren't you happy about our love child?"
"No you fucking asshole! I don't love you! This child is made in captivity and will be born into a nightmare. I hope you fucking die!" I scream through my tears.
I walked into the room and curled up on the bed. I slowly felt myself go in to some sort of shock, not being able to emotionally cope with the news. Sobs racked through me. Tears streamed from my eyes. I kept shivering. James left the room to come back in later with a cup of hot chocolate. I accepted the cup and drank it. After I finished the hot chocolate I threw the cup at his head. He left the room again, to leave me alone with my misery.
I fell back asleep. Tired as I was, because of all of the emotions. Maybe I would feel better when I woke up again.
My dreams were filled of images of James raping me. His heavy body on top of mine. My limbs tied so I couldn't move. I woke up with a scream and bolted into a sitting position.
A tear leaked from my eyes. My nose felt like it was stuffed. I laid back down as the tear slipped onto my pillow. Another tear followed its path. I quietly cried my heart out. Dean would come to save me right? But why wasn't he here already? Why had he let this happen? Why hadn't he saved me quick enough so I wouldn't be pregnant by the bastard? Was he even looking for me? Was anyone looking for me? I got up and pulled the blanket around me. I walked to the door and to my surprise it was open. I walked into the living room to see James sitting on his chair.
"Hi Sweetie, do you need anything?"
"Can I please get some clothes and bake something?" I asked him. He got up grabbed my hand and pulled me into the other room. There were new red spots on the wall. He gave me a large shirt and some trousers. I pulled them on and followed him to the kitchen. He sat down as I started to bake. I always bake when I feel like shit. It calms me down. The tears still streamed down my face, but at least I felt a little bit better while baking. I sank back into a chair as I waited while my cakes were in the oven. I prepared the icing, purple for me and blue for James. I saw an ingredient outside that I really wanted to use so I asked James if I could get it. He said no but he got it for me anyway. I mixed it through his icing, as it made people fall asleep. I needed to get out of here so I would do this on my own.