"Excuse me?!" He gapes at me in shock.
"Six years ago, when I was seventeen, I was t-tricked into loving somebody who merely used me...well, for my body, I suppose. He got me pregnant and I gave birth to a...a son. I named him Elijah James. After he was born...w-well, his father was outraged that I was no longer speaking with him. He—" I gasp.
"He what, Essie?" His expression has softened and he looks at me with warm, concerned eyes.
I look down. "My father was v-very religious, and was outraged that I'd gotten pregnant so young and out of wedlock. He forced me to meet up with Elijah's father to talk about parenting arrangements a-and such. I didn't want...I didn't want to meet him somewhere alone, so w-we agreed to meet at a park, where it was nice and open. I had to take Elijah so that the two of them c-could meet, a-and..."
At this point, Paul's hand is resting on my leg. He squeezes it in an act of comfort and I continue to speak, even as I struggle to catch my breath.
"Th-There was a pond at the park and h-he—oh God. H-He said he wanted to take the baby on a walk in his stroller and I...I d-don't know what I was th-thinking, but I let him. He t-took the stroller a-and...o-oh God, he sent Elijah straight into the w-water! He...He dr-drowned my b-baby!"
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His Name Is Paul (Paul McCartney) (COMPLETE)
FanfictionI go into my backyard and gasp. My neighbor is also out. Out of his house for the first time since...the incident. His name is Paul. Warning: This fanfiction deals with mature and sensitive topics and may be triggering to some. As a result, it is ra...
