Sequel: The Forbidden Baby ›
Daddy's Little Doll.
I am Peyton Mercy.
I thought everything was going to be fine. But it wasn’t. It had been three weeks since the Valentine Day incident. The thought of my father almost sent me puking… again. I was puking every morning. The only time I had puked like this was when I was expecting Maybell. I had never gotten to go out and get the pill.
It scared me.
So, when the bruises had went down a bit I went o CVS. I got a pregnancy test and tried to think of where to go. I didn’t want to go to Marc’s. I was scared of what he would thing.I didn’t want to go back home. I also didn’t want to force this secret onto my grandparents. So I walked to a Wawa and used their bathroom. It only took a while to get through the instructions again.
Then I waited in the cold park. I waited until the minutes were up and held it with the paper towel. As I thought about the results I clenched it tighter. I prayed to god about a million times that it was negative and that it was some stomach virus my body was trying to get over.
Hell, I even prayed to fairies like I did when I was little. When the time came and I looked at the test all I could do was clench it tighter. Like I saw when I was pregnant with Maybell, two pink lines. I breathed heavily and I got up quickly. I walked to the trashcan and threw it away.
I pulled out my hands sanitizer dumping it over my hands. It was a school day and it was almost over. I knew Marc’s schedule was different now but I still knew where he would be. I walked to school showing my school ID to security when they asked if I went to school there. I quickly walked to his class and saw he was busy.
Psh, like I cared.
I knocked on the door and he shouted to come in. I came in looking at him. He turned his head seeing me. He looked stunned but came over anyway.
“What are you doing here?” He asked in a low voice.
“I need to talk with you.” I said. The look on his face was so serious that his whole demeanor fell apart.
“What?” He said louder. I could see his students heard him.
“It’s not important, I think…” I said trying not to connect eyes with him.
“Meet me at my house after school.” He said handing me his house keys. His students were definitely looking now.
“Get the stuff out of my car and leave it in the teachers lounge. Just put my keys on my desk.” He said covering it up. I nodded and left. As I walked to his house I thought about what his reaction might be.
Would he be okay that I was going to have another child? Would he want to take care of a little baby with me? But, then I thought about it.
What if Marc wasn’t the father? Not only had I had sex with Dylan that day, my father had raped me. I had to stop walking to puke onto the side of the road. I was shaking when I stopped. I had to hold onto a telephone poll.
When I gathered my composure, I walked the rest of the way to his house. I went in leaving the door unlocked. I went to his room brushing my teeth with the extra toothbrush he kept under the sink. I undressed taking a bath knowing he wouldn’t mind.
As I soaked in the bath with my eyes closed I let my thoughts wander. I thought how my life would be without my father and with my mother. I imagined it would be great, making nice baked goods with her. Telling her secrets. Hanging out with my friends. Just living so happily.
“Is this what you wanted to tell me?” I heard Marc say from the door. I looked at him and a smile slowly eased onto my face. I opened my arms welcoming him to me. His smiled was the only thing that brought me joy right now. I never wanted that smile to leave his lips.
I wouldn’t tell him.
It scared me.
So, when the bruises had went down a bit I went o CVS. I got a pregnancy test and tried to think of where to go. I didn’t want to go to Marc’s. I was scared of what he would thing.I didn’t want to go back home. I also didn’t want to force this secret onto my grandparents. So I walked to a Wawa and used their bathroom. It only took a while to get through the instructions again.
Then I waited in the cold park. I waited until the minutes were up and held it with the paper towel. As I thought about the results I clenched it tighter. I prayed to god about a million times that it was negative and that it was some stomach virus my body was trying to get over.
Hell, I even prayed to fairies like I did when I was little. When the time came and I looked at the test all I could do was clench it tighter. Like I saw when I was pregnant with Maybell, two pink lines. I breathed heavily and I got up quickly. I walked to the trashcan and threw it away.
I pulled out my hands sanitizer dumping it over my hands. It was a school day and it was almost over. I knew Marc’s schedule was different now but I still knew where he would be. I walked to school showing my school ID to security when they asked if I went to school there. I quickly walked to his class and saw he was busy.
Psh, like I cared.
I knocked on the door and he shouted to come in. I came in looking at him. He turned his head seeing me. He looked stunned but came over anyway.
“What are you doing here?” He asked in a low voice.
“I need to talk with you.” I said. The look on his face was so serious that his whole demeanor fell apart.
“What?” He said louder. I could see his students heard him.
“It’s not important, I think…” I said trying not to connect eyes with him.
“Meet me at my house after school.” He said handing me his house keys. His students were definitely looking now.
“Get the stuff out of my car and leave it in the teachers lounge. Just put my keys on my desk.” He said covering it up. I nodded and left. As I walked to his house I thought about what his reaction might be.
Would he be okay that I was going to have another child? Would he want to take care of a little baby with me? But, then I thought about it.
What if Marc wasn’t the father? Not only had I had sex with Dylan that day, my father had raped me. I had to stop walking to puke onto the side of the road. I was shaking when I stopped. I had to hold onto a telephone poll.
When I gathered my composure, I walked the rest of the way to his house. I went in leaving the door unlocked. I went to his room brushing my teeth with the extra toothbrush he kept under the sink. I undressed taking a bath knowing he wouldn’t mind.
As I soaked in the bath with my eyes closed I let my thoughts wander. I thought how my life would be without my father and with my mother. I imagined it would be great, making nice baked goods with her. Telling her secrets. Hanging out with my friends. Just living so happily.
“Is this what you wanted to tell me?” I heard Marc say from the door. I looked at him and a smile slowly eased onto my face. I opened my arms welcoming him to me. His smiled was the only thing that brought me joy right now. I never wanted that smile to leave his lips.
I wouldn’t tell him.
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