I thought showing my wound's to the girl's was bad, I can't imagine this kid seeing the actual footage of me; me detained by shackles and chain's, Avery ripping me apart from the depths of my soul outward. It's a nightmare that I watch behind twitchy eyes every night, I don't think even I can handle watching it from another angle, it would feel like I was out of my body, witnessing my own attack, unable to stop him. Defeat on two equally painful sides. I waltz around the boys bedroom, trying to get a sense of who this kid is. On his desk are text books. Turner text books, not the average run of the mill English 101, these are Advanced Physics book's.

"Engineering." The boy nudges his chin in the direction of the book in my hand.
"This says Physics." I side eye him.
"No, I know." He winces, holding the bridge of his nose. He gives a small puff of nervous air from his nostril's, his small eye's shrink with a high cheek bone smile, "My major. . . Engineering." He laughs a little, plopping down in his computer desk chair. Above his desk are six computer screen's, the two on the furthest side turn in slightly to give a rounded view effect. One screen displays a video game of a warrior princess standing next to a dragon. Her breast's oversized, and bulging. The other screen's show millions of number's scrolling fast enough that I can't make them out.

"You're a student?" Ava asks from the window, she peeks down and around.
"Travis is a genius." Kat answers for him, "He graduated high school when he was twelve." Kat smirks, "He's a senior at Turner."

Kat gives, Travis a heavy hearted look. "What's wrong?" He senses. You could hear a pin drop, even with the noise of the constant moving current of the city below us, the room falls dead silent. Kat folds her hands together in a praying fashion, and lean-sits on the wall next to the window. Her eye's meet mine, then Ava's. She can't say it, and I've never been so thankful. He doesn't have to know everything, "We need you to hack into someone's ICloud." I break the razor sharp silence.

"Is it.....Obama's ICloud...Why the intensity?" Travis turn's the spinning computer chair back and forth, biting at an ink pen. He tap's the pen on his temple, and gives a tock with his open mouth.
"Avery Duncan. . ." The girl's say along with me in a depressing harmony. The way a child would confess to breaking the lamp in the hallway when scolded by his mother.

"The Avery Duncan?"
"Yes!" Kat shouts, "Just do it. . .Please?" She brings her voice back from the edge, "Travis, I've never asked you for anything. . ."

"What's on his account you need so badly?" His eye's dart between the three of us. In usion, as if Hitler just walked into the room, out backs straighten. Clenching into knot's, our brows rise as we look to each other for the best answer. Kat uses her face to tell me to tell him, with a wide eyed side nod in the direction of the boy genius. I tightly shake my head no, turning my head to the side to breathe in the sweet smell of Zen on his hoodie, the only vice I've come addicted to, the smell of my best friend. I suddenly want to leave, forget about the Nancy Drew act im displaying, forget about revenge. Just hop in my slightly used Ford Focus, and burn the rubber on my tires leaving New York. Leaving behind my belonging's, and Avery's game's in a rolling cloud of smoke that smells like scorched pavement.

Kat stomps over to travis, and gives the back of his head a hard smack, "Just fucking do it. Or I'll accidently blurt out to, Aunt Saun that you dipped into your trust fund." She warn's, clearly fed up with the increasing discomfort across Ava's face, and my own.

Her hand's grip the arm rest's of his chair, smiling just inches from his face. Travis's lip's press into a hard line while his brows come together in fear.
"Fine." He smile's, playing off the tension in the room, "I'll do it, but you owe me. Big time." He tell's, Kat.
Kat attempts to ruffle his hard spike's, they won't budge, "Jesus Christ, what's in there? Super glue?" Travis fight's back a smile, his face breaks into a hard laugh along with, Kat. Ava and I stand looking to each other, the two of them are aparrently cousin's.

I take in, Zen's scent again. Inhaling as hard as I can, as discreetly as I can. The emotion takes over me, and I can't take it any longer. I turn away from the now too crowded room and whip out my phone. I glance over my shoulder, then back to my phone. I send, Zen a text:

I miss you! Are you still coming the day after tomorrow?
Sent.

I stuff the phone back into our joint custody hoodie, and turn back to the hacking going on in the room. It doesn't take long for, Travis to get past, Avery's login. "Im in." Travis announces. Ava and I bolt to the screen's, and see unopened folder icon's. I find myself at the top, labeled : My Blonde Sweet. Not my name, I know. But I know that the file is mine. Just reading the word's, I can hear his voice husk against my ear. Out of breath and low like a seductive growl. Under other circumstances the way he said it would have been arousing, sexy, the kind of voice that makes a woman's panties fall around her ankles. But when your spine is bent to it's limit, and the blood that still drip's from your lashed back has dried beneath you. . .Well, that changes things. Avery called me his "Blonde Sweet" each time my neck was snatched back, each time he climbed on top of me, and vanquished the idea of love being felt again.

"Do not open a single file." I tell, Travis, "Please?"
The ghost behind my voice tell's him to just back away. Let us take it from here. His hand's flick up away from the mouse and keyboard, with his hand's in surrender he sails back. One misbehaving wheel on the chair twirls while the rest do as they're told, and roll away. Away from screen, and it's mysterious file folder's. Kat open's a drawer on the desk and pull's out a USB drive. She sticks it into the slot on the lit tower. While she transfers the evidence to the Drive, I take my vision away from my 'name'. My heart sinks into my stomach, I want to fall into a chair and cry as I look at the dozen's of file folder's. The name's of them; The one that got away, My Rose, Small Ass, the list just goes on and on.

Kat and Ava look to me, my greenish complection, my eye's turn white as I see nothing but the ceiling. "Chloe?" I faintly hear Ava. Her long carmel hair surround's my blurring vision, I fade in and out watching her turn her head quickly to the side, "We ne...anbulan...friend...st fainted.' I make out, before the ceiling turns to complete darkness.

***

I open my eyes and hear beeping beside my head. I turn my neck, and my body bounces hard. I'm in an ambulance. An EMT sit's next to me, "Don't worry ma'am, almost at the hospital." A tightness around my hand is warm, I turn to see, Ava holding my hand. She smiles at me, and smack's the EMT's hand away when he tries to unzip my jacket to check my breathing, "Don't." She warns.
"I have to hear her lung's." The man protests
"I don't care. Don't touch her zipper, do it over the fabric." The man sucks in his teeth, he wants to say something back, but he does what she say's.

At the hospital, we wait in an area closed off on either side by curtain's.
"We need to leave." I tell, Ava as Kat and Travis bust through the curtain.
"I know." She says, "But you scared the hell out of us."
"I fainted, I'm fine now. Let's go before they see what's under this jacket." I tug at the black fabric.
"I'll distract them, get her out of here." Kat says to Ava, swatting Travis's chest, "I told you don't call 911. Idiot." Kat murmurs stalking away to chat up the nurse so we can make a clean getaway. Doctor's are great, but not when you're trying to secretly bring down Lucifer himself, and your body is covered in mark's. Too many questions.

We get to our waiting taxi outside the hospital, and pile in yellow van. A vibration buzzes inside my pocket, I take out my phone and see that, Zen texted me back:

My parent's have the flu, so I have to run the diner. I'm sorry, Clo. I promise I'll make it up to you. Miss you too! I'll call when I get off tonight.

As if the day couldn't get any worse. For two and a half week's I've been a 'play thing' to, Avery. The one shine of hope for a solid day without worry and it's in the trash like, Zen's parents mountain of growing tissues in the waste basket beside their bed.

Three day's later...

I've always thought it was strange how when women are in the same place together long enough, when they've laughed and shared details of their life together, their 'Aunt Flow' seems to show up at the same time. Creating a mass of boiling over emotion, a line of takeout delivery boy's wielding hard craved grease, and bitchy fit's of women waiting impatiently to get into the bathroom to see if the tide's have changed.

Lying on my bed, awaiting the impending doom of pain in my mid section I look at the calender on my phone. Nothing is worse than your uninvited visitor on the day of your anual pap smear. If I'm lucky she will stay away until after two. That's the time of my appointment, and I couldn't be more nervous. It's my first one, my first time to have my leg's spread eagle, while a stranger pokes around inside me. . .wait. Nevermind. I guess it's not my first time, and there is no getting out of it. I'll never hear the end of it from my mother if I don't go.

I look through my closet for something to wear, I mean what do you wear to these things? I settle for jeans and my hoodie. I notice in the depths of the wardrobe the clothes that, Avery left for me. The ones I wore while walking my brisk walk of shame. I make a mental note to find a homeless man later, and throw them in his burning barrel. Get rid of them, and give a needy man a little more warmth. Two bird's.

I sign in at the gynocoligist office, before I can sit, my name is called from a cracked door to 'come on back' come this way miss, let me vialate you. The nurse, a dark curly headed woman dressed in pink scrub's hands me a plastic cup, and shows me the way to the bathroom, "When you're done, place the cup on the sink and I'll collect it when you come out." She tells me. I do like I'm told. Women aren't meant to urinate in cup's, it's quite difficult. I hover like a lady, and do my best. When I'm done I place the warm cup on the sink, scrub my hand's and exit. The nurse comes in right behind me and takes it away. Seems gross, but I'm sure she's pulled things out of people's behind's, I've read that that's a thing.

With my feet in stirrups, and covered in what seems to be a large napkin, I tell myself to breathe. It will all be over soon. There's a knock at the door, and then a woman walk's in. She's short, with short red hair that stands up all over her head, "I'm Doctor Drake, and you must be, Chloe." She says sitting between my open knee's. Inside my stomach something start's to turn, my breakfast wants to make an apparence but I fight it back.

"Yes, I'm Chloe." The doctor inserts a metal object shaped like a duck's beak and crank's it, if the woman wasn't caught up talking to the nurse behind her about her weekend, she would have noticed that obvious tearing. The neglectfuĺ doctor barely look's, not even when I wince. When she finally finishes, and folds the big napkin down to cover me, the nurse leaves the room.

"You go to Turner?" She asks spinning the stool around to throw her gloves away.
"Yeah, do you get many student's?"
"Not really, just one other." She smiles, "she was sweet, but I read that she commited suicide. Such a nice girl," the doctor slowly shakes her head, "When I spoke with your mother she asked me to put you on birth control. You know, being at college parent's get nervous." Her face falls to the chart in her hand.
"But there is a problem, Ms Thomas." She's going to say it, Avery gave me something. Some kind of STD.
"Problem?"
"Well, Chloe" she takes her glasses off, "I can't give it to you."
"Why?"
"Well, based on your urine sample, I would have to say that it wouldn't help much. You see, in order for us to give birth control we have to do a pregnancy test. Yours was positive, Chloe."
Is this really happening right now? Wake up, wake up wake up, now!
"It's funny actually, seems all of my patient's from Turner turn out to be with child."

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