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This was bad. This was so, so bad. After finding out you were pregnant and carrying a child, you already knew how it came to be, and you already had begun to panic. You and Tate were only 17 years old and there was no doubt that your parents would freak out too. Contemplating all your choices and the outcomes of the choices, you thought the first and most important thing to do was to tell Tate. It was the most reasonable thing... at least you thought so.

Now watching his expression change from one of bemusement, to shock, and to downright terror, it might've not been the best idea. He seemed like he was on the verge of shutting down completely. You thought that maybe, he was just panicking as you first did, but he seemed more scared than simply getting worked up. You didn't know why he was so terrified as he looked down at your stomach multiple times with wide, anguished eyes.

"You need to get rid of it, now."

You knew there was something more to this than just being teenagers and having a kid, no. This was something more serious, something that seemed sinister.