Kinnick was aware I wasn't going to the office. He knew Marcus was smart and fully aware of how to use a fax machine. He also knew my excuse to leave was shitty. Yet, he didn't question me because, after our fight, he wanted to give me space. He let me walk out the door and said nothing, even if it was worrying him.

After John came into the house, I wanted him and Kinnick to have time alone. I know he apologized, but John had a heavy heart. He felt bad about the slightest things that happened. I think that is why he and I got along. We did everything with the purest intentions. When we did something bad, we would do whatever we could to ask for forgiveness because it hurt too much.

I worried about John. After Miranda, he struggled to cope. As much as he continued to say everything was okay, he thought at one point his parents would support him, and he never thought he was destined for love. Riley has always been there, but he didn't think Riley was interested in him.

John needed someone who genuinely loved him. Someone who makes him happy without using him for his money. Riley was that person. He loved him for everything John was. Every atom that made up the boxing trainer, Riley was absolutely in love with. It made me believe they were going to work out.

While I sat in the doctor's office, trying to think of anything except for myself, I waited for the nurse to come inside. She had yet to evaluate me, and I worried what the results would be at the end of this visit.

The only reason I didn't tell Kinnick is that I was freaking myself out. I didn't want to freak him out on top of that. Even though I was worried something out was wrong, I didn't want him to worry until I had an answer. Two worrywarts didn't make a good combination. Especially, when the other worrywart will threaten anybody he can to get his answer. So, it only made sense that I went alone - for my sake and everybody else.

I sat on top of the makeshift, squeezing the rubber underneath of me. I was trying to ease my mind. I wanted to call Kinnick, but I needed to get through this alone. Like I said earlier. For once, I needed to get through something alone. I kept trying to tell myself everything was fine.

"Miss. Bennett," Doctor Clark came inside of the room. "How have you been?"

I shrugged. "Well, I am not sure."

"What has been going on?"

Other than being nauseous, I think I would feel better. It made me think I was dehydrated, and even if I told myself that, it didn't make me start drinking water. Stupid? Probably. Well, I was also really tired, which could be a symptom of being dehydrated. The dizziness could be a sign of that also.

"I feel really icky."

"How long have these symptoms been going on?"

"At least a week."

"When was your last period? Could you be pregnant?"

"I don't think so," I shake my head. "I had a normal cycle last month, but when this one started, it stopped."

"It stopped? Have you been under any stress?"

"I guess."

"Well, stress tends to slow, delay, or can even stop a period," she shrugged. "Let the tests do their thing, and we will see what happens."

"What kind of tests?"

"We are going to do a blood test, and see what we can get from those," she sat down her clipboard. "Then we can go from there."

She tied off my arm with a rubber sling she brought in. The needle in her hand scared me. I never liked them. It was probably the only reason I didn't want a tattoo. Yet, when she asked me if I was ready, I agreed.

"This shouldn't take long."

"Perfect," I nodded.

I sat by myself in the office for what felt like hours. I tried explaining everything. There were a million reasons as to why I could figure out why I wasn't feeling right, though. I realized after drinking with Trevor all night, I haven't drank a lot of anything else. Well, and coffee this morning. I also didn't eat a lot of food other than chicken nuggets and chocolate-covered strawberries.

Kinnick would be upset to learn that I haven't been taking care of myself. Well, in the way he would want me to. We have talked about this kind of stuff before. After our fight, I didn't care. Drinking was the next best thing that I could think of and eating chocolate-covered strawberries kind of soothed my soul. I guess.

John wanted to know why I forgave Kinnick. It wasn't hard for me to answer. He got upset with me, and frankly, scared the shit out of me. What I felt was consuming, and stole every other emotion in my body. It hurt to think it would happen to begin with. It did, though.

How I treated people after my assault was wrong. I chose to act out because I stopped knowing how to talk to other people. In my mind, everyone was out to get me. They didn't know my story. They saw me as a troubled girl who was a bitch. Even if I cared about the way people viewed me, I didn't want to tell anybody what happened. Nobody needed to know.

I wasn't going to blame Kinnick for the way he chose to react toward me. It would be wrong of me to flip it on him and act as if I didn't understand what it was like to lash out at the smallest things possible.

I didn't want to blame him for being upset with my overdose and how I chose to take medication despite it all. He saw me in the way I saw him after my dad and his friends jumped him. I never want anyone to feel that way or experience what I did or he did in any way.

The knock sounding at the door made me worried. "Miss. Bennett?"

I nodded, feeling the way of anxiety washing over my body. "Yes."

"It seems as if you are really dehydrated," she looked down at her clipboard. "Have you head of Pedialyte? It is high in electrolytes and would be great to get you feeling better."

"You think it's dehydration?"

"I think that is half of it," she shrugged. "Considering you are pregnant, it wouldn't be abnormal to have symptoms of dizziness and nausea."

I felt a weight on my chest, pressing down on me. "What? I'm pregnant?"

"You are about six to seven weeks."

"Wow," I gripped the bed. "That is at least a month. Why am I not showing?"

She smiled. "You should be seeing it soon. It happens sometimes."

"I have gained a little bit of weight, haven't I?"

"About seven pounds."

"But you think I am okay?"

"I think you need to take better care of yourself."

"Holy shit," I rubbed my face. "I am pregnant."

"Yeah," she grinned. "Congratulations, Miss Bennett."