Whose Fault? (Editing)

Chapter Twenty-One

"You aren't making any sense, Wren." I groaned in frustration and hit my head against the wall once more. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. "That you noticed? One time thing? You think? I'm not a psychic. As much as I wish I was right now, I'm not. Please, elaborate."

"I don't know if I can..." I was starting to get emotional again.

"Why are you so hesitant? You know you can trust me, right?"

I looked back at him and sighed, tears falling once again. "Of course I do, Maxie. I just... I don't think you would—and I can't, not after..."

You wouldn't believe me. I can't tell you, not after "this is our little secret."

"Not after what?"

"You would think I'm lying."

"What makes you think that?!"

"He said you would."

"Who? Who said that to you? And what did they do?"

There was no stopping the waterfall of tears down my face, I couldn't bring myself to look at Max as I stuttered over my next statement. "Xavier. H-h-he... raped me."

It took a minute but arms wrapped themselves around me and pulled me closer to the only person I could trust in this world. "Oh, Wren. I'm so sorry." My tears drenched his shirt as he tried to soothe me, "You don't have to go through this alone anymore. I mean it when I say that I'm here for you. You shouldn't be afraid to let me in. There's no way I'd ever break your trust. I promise."

I couldn't help but to just cry and cry. There was no stopping it. It felt as though a weight was lifted off my shoulders, but so many other factors kept me down.

I didn't know how long we were sat there, Max holding me in his arms, running his hand up and down my back. The tears had been stopped for a while now and I had been dozing off, but waking myself up every time I did. "You need to get some rest, Wren."

"I can't sleep. I'm terrified." I spoke, drowsily.

"I know, but this isn't healthy for you or the baby."

I thought for a moment, my hand instantly caressing my stomach, "you're right and I'm exhausted, but every time I close my eyes..."

"I'll be here when you wake up. I promise. Please, you need to sleep."

"Okay Maxie, okay."

We were sat there for a while longer, Max continuing his calming motions. I'm not sure when it was that I fell asleep, but I'm grateful that it was peaceful for once.

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A couple weeks later Max and I were once again sitting in the waiting room at the doctors. I was excited because the last time I was there I was told the next time I came, I would be able to find out the gender of my baby. So my leg anxiously bounced up and down as I waited to be called back.

When I was, I jumped up quickly and followed the nurse to the room they wanted me in. Max slowly made his way behind me and sat in a chair that was close to where I was making myself comfortable. We did the routine exams that were done the other times I'd been there, then waited for my doctor, Dr. Clarey, to come see me.

As she came in, she asked me how I was feeling and if there were any concerns I had before getting started. She informed me of the symptoms I might have within the next four to six weeks before I would come in again: mild hip and abdominal pain, lightheadedness, swelling, shortness of breath, heartburn, stretch marks, and trouble sleeping... only to name a few. She also said that because the baby was now big enough, she was able to do the ultrasound on my abdomen instead of the other way. I let out a little sigh of relief, the other way wasn't exactly my favorite thing in the whole world. She then asked me to lift my shirt up to my chest and push my pants down a bit so we could begin. As she squirt the gel onto my belly she continued to explain that she would be looking at the development of the baby's growth and that she could tell me the gender if I wanted to know. Which I quickly agreed to.