{Alessandra} Surprise surprise! {Sebastian}

[Tyler Haze]

His life wasn't always like this, he started out as a nice kid. He was one of those guys who fell into the "charmers" clique, and there weren't many people that didn't like him. He was nice, charming, genuinely caring, all that good stuff. His life was pretty much normal, he went to school, got decent grades, hung out with friends...the whole normal kid shebang. But like all good things, it couldn't last forever, and unfortunately for him, his life went downhill faster than he had ever thought possible.

When he was a sophomore in high school, his younger brother was killed in a car accident. His mom blamed his dad, and his dad blamed him, and he didn't know what to do. The divorce hit him harder than he had expected. His dad mom packed up and left him with his dad, never to be heard from again. His dad started drinking, and he couldn't remember the last time he'd seen him sober. He dropped out of high school when his dad stopped working and paying bills and taxes. When that happened...his life only got worse. He started getting in with the wrong people, and soon fell under the classification of a criminal.

He never got into drugs or too heavily into alcohol, but he started to live for the thrill he got out of doing things against the law and getting away with it. When he was 16, he joined a "gang" of sorts, and was soon never to be found without a gun or knife on him out of sheer necessity. At 17, he and the guys held up a bank, and when things started to fall apart, they all split. Unfortunately, he was the one the cops went after, and when he found himself with no escape, he pulled out his gun, turned around, and the sound of three gunshots sounded through the air, one after the other. Barely a moment later, he felt all three bullets pierce into his chest, and then nothing more.

They took him to the hospital, completely unconscious, and got him stabilized, but it wasn't easy. It took four hours of surgery to repair the damage, and three days before he regained consciousness. When he finally did come to, he was completely at a loss as to what had happened. He remembered the pain, but that was all...he didn't even know what had caused the pain, or what he had been doing. All he knew was that he must've screwed up pretty bad because he was hooked up to ten thousand machines, breathing hurt like hell, and he was cuffed to the hospital bed. None of those were indications of something good. After 24 hours of regaining consciousness, he was moved from the hospital to the prison cell, where he would spend the majority of the next 365 days.

The only visitor that ever came his way was one of the three cops that had shot him that night. The guy felt bad for shooting him, after he found out that Tyler was only 17. Tyler, of course, completely blew him off, he hated the law and anything that had to do with it. He wasn't really mad at that cop, or the law, he was more mad at himself, and his seeming inability to follow the law, as much as he tried. The life of a criminal was like his heroine, once he was in, there was no getting out. It was an addiction.

When he got out, there was no such thing as easy for him. He was now 18, and any job he applied to that saw he was a convicted felon refused to hire him. He really honestly was trying to get his life right...he didn't want to go back there again, and he sure as hell didn't want to get shot again. But it seemed no one was willing to give him that second chance. Finally, he gave up on trying, and started living on the streets. It seemed like the only people who would accept him were the ones who, like him, had nothing.

He continued living the life of a criminal, getting deeper and deeper into the grave he was digging for himself. It wouldn't be to much longer before he hit water, and was drowned by his own stupidity. Luckily for him, before that happened, he was arrested again...although this time it wasn't anything close to armed robbery of a bank, and it really hadn't been his fault at all, but it was his word against theirs, and none of them had criminal records.

Tyler had been simply walking down the street towards where the barrel fire was always held...where all the people in his social circle always gathered...when he was confronted by a few guys that hadn't liked him in high school. He tried to blow them off and continue past them, but they weren't letting him off the hook. When one of them pulled out a knife, he did the same, and you can bet your every last dollar that he was better at handling a blade than they were and get double your money back. As it turned out, when the cops showed up, Tyler's knife was embedded in one guy's gut, and another of them was bleeding pretty good. Tyler too had sustained a nice injury, a jagged cut on his left arm, starting on his shoulder just below where his inmate number had been tatooed to about halfway to his elbow, but that was all. It looked pretty bad for him.

This time though, he got lucky. The judge happened to be someone who actually wanted to see these young kids get their lives straightened out. So he only gave him 30 days jail time, and an assigned project that was YTBD. When Tyler got out, he was informed that his project would be the retraining of an abused horse. He wasn't too thrilled, but he'd take what he could get. He set about the task grudgingly at first, but soon he found one thing that made him like the animal. Neither of them wanted help, neither thought they needed help, and neither of them were very fond of each other. Before too long though, they both slowly started to give in to the other, and progress was made. Although he would never admit to it, he was starting to get attached to the horse. Nine months later, he was up on the back of the horse, guiding him easily around barrels.

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The heat of the day was really starting to get to Tyler, reminding him of prison where there is no AC to cool you down. The collar of his shirt was starting to get a bit darker with perspiration just from the heat. Even in the shade it was too hot for his liking. The stable they'd been in happened to be the same stable those guys Tyler had shown up in the knife fight were riding at, and they were constantly giving him grief. Tyler always stayed out of it though, and took it without complaint...even when it ended up with him getting beat up pretty bad, he didn't fight back. He was getting his life right if it killed him, and the way things were going, it probably would kill him.

So the judge decided that it was best for both of them to move, especially when they started going after the horse too. So now here Tyler and the equine were, at Pinewood Stables. Despite the heat though, horse and human were out in the barrel arena, working on speed. The heat put Tyler in a bad mood, and the horse was always in a bad mood, so things weren't working out too well for them. Finally, Tyler gave up, it was too hot to keep fighting the horse like this. He dismounted from the animal's back and started towards the gate. He was almost there when the animal stopped short, refusing to move. Tyler turned towards the horse, obviously not in the mood to mess around. He gave a quick jerk on the reins, which normally got the horse to behave, and was about to start walking again when the stallion blew up on him.

He leaped back and spun around before Tyler could do a thing about it. The leather reins ripped through his hand, leaving a decent cut on his palm that stung like heck. Before he could gather himself again, two hooves caught him in the ribs, throwing him back against the rail fence surrounding the arena. There hadn't been any crack, so Tyler knew nothing was broken, but it sure hurt like hell. He'd been shot and stabbed before, but this was a different pain. His breath was completely knocked out of him and he knew that in about ten seconds he'd feel like he'd just been run over by a steam roller. He was right, and it took all his will power to keep from doubling over in pain.

So instead, he just gripped the rail tightly and watched as the horse ran to the other end of the arena, seeming to mock him. Oh he was going to pay for that one. No Tyler wasn't going to hurt him or anything, but he was not going to let the horse win. I swear to God Z. He muttered under his breath, you ever try that one again and I'll kill you. Of course he didn't mean it, but he wasn't planning on letting that happen again. Usually he could move fast enough to avoid things like this, but the heat slowed him down...a lot.

He didn't try to walk just yet, he was still waiting for some of the pain to subside. He let his free hand drift down to his ribs where the hooves had caught him, and felt the warmth of blood starting to seep through. Great, so not only had he cut his hand open, knocked the wind out of him, and bruised his ribs, but he'd also cut a gash in him. That horse really knew how to inflict damage when he wanted to without killing people. He wasn't stupid, Tyler knew that, and that was exactly why he was mad at the animal. Every bit of pain he was in right now was entirely intended.

[Sam Lettington]

Alessandra's childhood was less then normal. Her family was split. Her mother left her father when he cheated on her with her now step mom ,Anita. Resulting in her Little brother Nathan. She loved her little brother and her step mom. But after that she lost some respect for her father. She realises now that everyone makes mistakes and this was his. But she still had a difficult time with it. When she was 12 she started her modeling career. At this point her father was cheatiung unknowingly. At age 13 she started exercise training for her father in his several race tracks in Brazil. When she was 15 she woke up to yelling slamming and to find that her mother had packed the night before and was leaving. By the time she was down the stairs her mother was gone, there was broken glass, and her father was on his knee's with his face in his hands.

She started to cry and she ran away from her father locking herself in her room. She burried herself in riding and modeling. And one month later she got news that she and her expectant soon to be step mother where moving to New York in the US. She was still holding a grudge against her father. But she soon got over that. She continued modeling and riding and got into dressage. She loved the elegant sport. And was quite good at it. She became great friends with her neighbor Alex. They rode together and became best friends. When she wasn't modeling or riding she was with Alex... and usually with her even if she was riding. Alex was her excape from he pucking pregnant step mother. She loved her step mother and she was nice to Alessandra but after a while it was exhausting.

At age 18 she moved to the city and got a big deal with Victoria Secret. She rode in her spare time which was hardly ever. But it was still something. But in her Party time and time in the light. She got involved with guys she shouldn't. She became closer with her little brother then she ever thought possible and he came to her for advice. She loved him. She rarely talked to Alex but that was life in the fast lane. After signing the next years contract with Victoria Secret she went out to a huge party. She got a little tipsy and a little to friendly with a guy she souldn;t have. She got into trouble... She knew she couldn't go to her dad for help that would be so embarassaing. So she called up the only person she knew would be there for her. Alex.

After just about 7 months of trying to make it on her own and realising it wasn't going to work raising a child in the city alone. She asked to move in with Alex. Alex didn't know at first but once she say her she hugged her tight and told her she would help her in anyway she could. Alex Being Alex was looking forward to being aunty alex again. At first Alessandra took the news hard but then was convinced she could raise the child alone. Then it hit her hard that she just couldn't do it nope not alone. She cried when she say alex. It was a scary thought becoming a mom in this world and doing it alone. She got settled in Alex's house though and they were getting the babies room ready. It was fun planning with Alex... But she still cried herself to sleep at the thought of it.

Despite the doctors disagreement she flew out and was continueing to ride the rhuge thoroughbred stallion. She loved riding and did it as often as she could. Being pregnant wasn't going to keep her from climbing on him. He was the love of her life. Her and Alex had big plans of training him and her nuttso horse Loco together. After the baby anyway. Besides Alessandra was to tall to race. So she would help with the training and the owning part and Alex would ride. They made the perfect team. And Plans to raise the baby. It was all going to be ok, Alex told her every day. She was actually starting to belive that. Now the guy that nocked her up, mind you, has no idea. And in her mind probably never would.

Now here she was in the dressage arena riding around. She pulled her big brown horse up at the X. A loud commotion came from the Barrel ring. Her head darted in that direction. Some horse just attacked his owner. She saw everything the attack the dart the hooves the impact. it was all very um.. well rushed. She cantered over and slide off. She moved around the other side of cash and dropped the reigns. "Are you...." She looked at the male then her eyes dropped to her stumach... that huge buldge on her was quiat embarassing sometimes... But what was more embarassing was... she knew this guy. "Tyler?"

She looked at him questioningly... Well you never thought when you were riding you were going to see a guy that nocked you up and disapeared get attacked by a horse. She blinked a few times then came back to reality. "Oh my gosh! Are you ok?" Wow stupid question. Of course he wasn't ok. He was just attacked by his horse. Her eyes darted to the beast's figure on the other side of the ring. But then Back to tyler.... She though he was in jail... never did she think in a million years she would see him here.. She was suddenly very tired. That happened a lot now that she was pregnant. Her eyes started to burn... This was not good. No She couldn't cry she wasn't going to. She held it together and looked at him with caring but untrusting eyes. Waiting for him to do something... anything...

[Charlie Parker]

Tyler kept his uninjured hand over the left side of his ribs where the blood was starting to pool up. Having lived on the streets for so long he knew how to take care of injuries on his own. He hadn't been to the hospital since he got shot that night and was unconscious. When he got stabbed though, he'd been fully conscious, and had refused medical help. He could take care of himself better than any doctor being paid by the government. He was in complete rebellion and wouldn't take any help from anyone. The pain didn't matter to him, he could handle that. What he probably couldn't have handled though would be going to jail for another year. He was too young for that. He was only 18 then, and he wasn't getting anywhere fast.

He looked up as someone came over. He hadn't ever seen her in his life, but she was probably just another person who was going to rag on him about getting his life right. Everyone was the same, there were no exceptions. He closed his eyes and swallowed down the pain that was threatening to overcome him. He was planning on basically ignoring her, but then he heard his name being uttered. Some people knew him from the pictures in the paper and the news, but the way she said it was different from most. She said his name like she knew him, actually really honestly knew him...It was almost pained the way she said it, like he'd done something to hurt her. Funny thing was, he had no idea who she was. He hadn't ever seen her, or if he had...he sure didn't remember.

When he looked back up at her, he noticed that she was expecting...well congratulations to her and the father. Then she seemed to come out of whatever it was that she had fallen into and asked if he was okay. Here came the typical Tyler response. I'm fine. He said in a venomous growl, obviously not true. He was bad enough at lying as it was, and even worse when the person could see that he wasn't alright. He felt almost sick from the pain, but there was no way he was going to be sick. Oh no, he had a very strong will power, and when he put his mind to something, there was no going against it.

Then he remembered the way she'd questioned his name. I'm sorry... He said, sounding slightly curious, but still rather hostile, do I know you? Oh poor Tyler, if only he knew. If only he hadn't had as much to drink that night as he had, if only he hadn't screwed up his life so much, if only he could remember. He didn't realize that she was, in fact, the last girl that he'd been with in one of his drunken one night stands. When he got himself drunk, he didn't look drunk, sound drunk, or act like most drunks. He just became totally susceptible to any suggestion. When he was in that condition someone could tell him to shoot the one person he cared for most, and he would do it. He had no power over his own mind and actions.

He was still leaning heavily against the fence, not trusting himself to stand on his own. The pain wasn't getting less intense as he had hoped, but it was actually getting worse, and harder to choke down. Still, he somehow managed to keep his focus split between the girl and his horse, just in case Z decided he wanted to go after Tyler again, and he could still hear her answer. He was trying desperately to think of who she was, but nothing was coming to mind, nothing at all. He didn't think of the fact that she could be someone he met when he was drunk because, well...he never remembered anything he did when he was drunk, so his mind didn't automatically go back to those times.

[Alex Lovasz]

Alessandra felt slightly uncomfortable but considering the situation she got over it. She waited for his response. Still curious as if he recongnized her. She doubted it. But it was worth a shot... she was carrying his child. But when she got his answer the smirk wipped away. She set her jaw straight and roller her eyes. "Oh now who are you trying to full tough guy?" She spoke sarcastically as she put her hands on her hips. Sure she knew it was obvious he wasn't ok but seriously if he was going to act like that why should she bother... But she was going to bother anyway because she was just nice like that. She wasn't just going to let him bleed everywhere. Even though she was thinking about it. But she wasn't heartless spineless jerks like some people.

She stepped over to him and slid her hand over his to put pressure on his wound. She slipped behindto his side trying to hold him up. She looked over her shoulder at his horse and then hers... Getting him back to the barn was more important. She would just have to leave Cash out and shut the gate to the other horse. Doing this and being pregnant wasn't easy. "Don't worry about it i wouldn't expect you to remember." She spoke into his ear as she put pressure on him. Nope this wasn't odd at all. She looked around but saw no one. Perfect just perfect. Prego and nuttso were just going to have to work together. It was frustrating knowing he had no clue who she was. But she didn't really expect him to. He was a guy... he was most likely drunk when they had hooked up.

She thought quickly. "Ok you're going to have to help me. We gotta get you back to the barn." She pushed up holding most of his weight and hers and pushed off the gate. She held him steady and took a step in an asking way to get him to move with her. It wouldn't take long once they got going. But she was pregnant and couldn't exactly move like she used to. She tried her hardest not to look at him. It hurt. It hurt knowing that he didn't remember her at all. He didn't remember the girl he slept with got her pregnant

[Tyler Haze]

Who the hell was this chick, and what in the world did she want from him? He was really wondering how she knew him, but didn't say anything about it...at least, not yet. Even more than that, he wanted to know what she was after. No one who knew him...who knew what he did ever stuck around long enough to get a word in edgewise. Surely it couldn't be the kindness of her heart that was making her help the jail bird that had been let loose on the world when they weren't ready for him. People were predictable, they all did the same thing, reacted the same way, held the same opinion of him...she probably wasn't any different.

His entire body grew rigid, every muscle tightened, as if to resist her touch as he smooth and soft hand slid over his. As his abs contracted, putting strain on his bruised and bleeding ribs, pain ricocheted through his body mercilessly. His breath momentarily caught in his throat, and for a minute his lungs refused to expand as he forcefully made his body relax. He really didn't want to relax into her, but if he didn't he'd probably make himself pass out. He had enough sense in his head than to keep himself that way so he couldn't breathe. The blood was slowly starting to seep through his fingers, and he knew that he was losing blood fast.

He heard what she said about not expecting him to remember, and that only confused him. He wasn't sure what to think of her, but he was pretty sure he looked like an idiot out here. How often is it that you see a guy like him totally reliant on a pregnant girl to get around? Finally, he gave in to her as she put pressure on him. He figured he wouldn't make it far if he didn't have help, and he supposed it was better hers than someone who was going to rag on him about his life. He glanced towards Z who was standing angrily at the other end of the corral. He would be keeping his distance from her. She was a stranger, and as long as he could help it, she wasn't coming anywhere near him...and if she did, he would defend himself in the only way he knew how...fight.

She didn't have to ask more than once. The sooner they got up to the barn, the sooner he could fix this. He'd stitched himself a time or two, and he'd do it again if he had to...although he wasn't exactly very good at it and usually ended up making a mess. His thoughts shifted from himself to her as they moved slowly together, leaving Z locked in the arena...he wouldn't go anywhere. He couldn't help but notice her expression...it seemed pained, but not in a physical way, and he had a bad feeling that it had something to do with whatever she didn't expect him to remember. It seemed like everyone he came in contact with ended up getting hurt, so it didn't surprise him at all.

When they got up to the barn, he pulled out of her grip, and leaned heavily against the wall outside of Z's stall. He hated getting help from people, it exposed weakness, and in his life there was no room for weakness. He glanced down at the red stain on his abdomen, which was now quite large, then back up at her. For some reason or another, he sort of felt guilty...about what he honestly didn't know, but he had a terrible urge to apologize to her. You're right... He said painfully, all of the hostility gone from his tone, I don't remember, but whatever I did to you... He paused for a moment, struggling with this. He'd never been much good at apologies. Whatever I did to you...I'm sorry.

He still had no idea who she was, and it was really bothering him. What had he done to her? That defensive wall that he had so carefully constructed around himself was starting to crumble, and inmate number 1326 was starting to crack, allowing some of Tyler Haze to creep through and his true honest colors to show. Even after apologizing he felt guilty...because whatever he'd done to her it had to have been big, maybe even life changing...and he didn't remember it at all. Maybe it was just the blood loss talking, but maybe he really did care...maybe.

[Sam Lettington]

She couldn't exactly think of anything to say. I mean what do you say to the guy that was goin got be the father of your child and he didn't even remember who you were.She figured now wasn't the best time to explain that anyway. It would just make fixing him up even harder. And With all the harmones going through her she was sure she'd cry and that wasn't what she wanted to do. Not infornt of him. The only one she felt ok to cry around was Alex. She was he best friend and she trusted her. Course Alex as hard headed as she was would never cry infornt of anyone. In a way Tyler reminded her of Alex. Alessandra... was a girl though she never liked crying and didn't most the time but on occasion she would get choked up. But this wasn't one of those times. Nope not at all.

They got up to the barn rather quickly and he pulled away from her and sat infront of what she assumed was his horses stall. She looked at the stained spot. "We're going to have to get that shirt off you so i can have a better look at that." Her hand had blood all over it but she didn't really care. Blood never effected her. Unlike some people she could handle it just fine. She knew there was a first aid kit in the tack room. As well as some vet wrap and other horse stuff that could come in handy. But when she was about to turn to go get it. He started to talk. He said she was right. And her train of thought stopped. He continued. She bit her bottom lip and she looked down at him with a soft gaze. The words of his appology hit her hard.

She didn't know how to react. She didn't really trust herself to speak without cracking. She took a deep breath. "I appreciate your appology. But it was my fault just as much as it is yours." She was proud of herself for keeping it together even though she was on the verge of tears. She never thought she would hear him appologize. Ever. It shocked her and she wasn't sure how to react. So she turned and walked into the tack room grabbing the first aid kit and a few other things. She came back and knelt down infront of him. She wanted to hug him... but that would have been weird considering he didn't remember her. And he was in pain and yeah it would have just been weird.

She had been waiting months to her his appology but now that she heard it. She wasn't sure she really needed it. Or wanted it. She knew it was as much her decision as it was his. She made the choice to sleep with him. And he was drunk enough to accept her... not that he needed to be drunk to. She was drop dead gorgeous. And she was a Victoria Secret model. Any guy would have killed to be tyler that night. She tried not to think about it though. It was just making it harder. And she didn't feel it was the right time. Though she was going to have to tell him sooner or later wasn't she? I mean it was his baby. He diserved to know right? But he didn't remember... He didn't rememeber the girl he nocked up. The girl whose life he changed forever. Now just like Heidi Klum. She was going to have the baby and get right back up there. No way was she letting having a baby change her career. Sure she was planning on helping out with racing with Alex but she wasn't going to stop modelling she had a contract and she was sticking to it.

Sure it hurt knowing he didn't care at all. Knowing that at the news of their child.. he would probably avoid her and leave. Yeah it was heart breaking knowing her child would most likely never know their own father. That thought killed her. It made her mad and depressed and upset. All at the same time. But she forgave him. Because it was her choice as much as it was his. This was a mistake that she was just going to have to deal with. And she wouldn't treat it that way. Sure she wished she would have been smarter. But this was life and this baby was going to have a mother and she was going to love them with all that she could and raise them right. With Alex's help. Tyler was just.. he was one of those guys. Not that she wouldn't give him another chance like the judge did. He didn't diserve to be in jail. She unlike the rest of the world wasn't heartless. She didn't think he was a horrible person. She believed it was possible for him to change.

She doubted very seriously that he had. But it was possible wasn't it? He could be totally different. But his tough guy i can take care of my broken self. Wasn't going to last long. He needed someone, Someone to care about him to love him. To help him get over this huge mountain in life. She well she sort of wanted to be that person. But she didn't figure he'd let her. Not after she told him... Which she now just wanted to get it over with. But really how do you tell a guy who didn't remember you that you were carrying his child. "Hey buddy you don't think you know me but i'm pregnant with your kid." That didn't really sound like it would go smoothly did it? For now she would just settle for patching him up. that was the best she could do... until she figured out a way to tell him.

[Tyler Haze]

Beneath his shirt, Tyler could feel the extent of the gash, and it was pretty bad. It wasn't bad enough for hospitalization...okay, so for anyone else it would have been, but he wasn't going to the hospital unless he was dying and had no choice in the matter...but it was still pretty bad. The leather cut on his hand was little more than an annoyance, and only needed some sort of light wrap to keep the blood from getting all over everything and to keep him from using it too much, preventing it from healing. So the only thing he was worried about was that gash on his abdomen...that would require stitches, and it seemed like this girl was determined to do it for him. He might as well let her, he didn't want to fight with someone whose hormones were raging a million times more than usual.

It was driving him insane that he didn't know who she was. He'd obviously done something to her, and she didn't seem to keen on telling him. He heard her response, but that didn't help him any. What the hell had they done that she didn't want to tell him about? He didn't seem to be getting anywhere by the subtle hinting that he would like to know what happened, so he would have to go about it some other way. Before he could say anything though, she stood up and walked away towards the tack room, then returned with a first aid kit and knelt down beside him, obviously intending to get him fixed up right there, and waiting for him to get his shirt off.

He took hold of the hem of his shirt, totally compliant to what she wanted him to do, and pulled it up over his head. He was never too fond of being shirtless around people for the sole fact of the scars that riddled his body...and the inmate number tattooed on his shoulder. Tyler always kept himself in pristine shape, and for that reason, every muscle was incredibly well defined...most guys would have liked to show it off, but Tyler wasn't most guys. He hated the reminder of getting shot, and it was right there on his chest in three scars from bullets. One on his left shoulder, his upper right chest, and one very very near to his heart. Another scar from the knife fight that landed him here was the almost lightning like scar that started at the number 1362 on his left shoulder. They were his constant reminders of the two nights that put him in jail, and he hated it.

After he had removed his shirt, he came up with the words to say to her. What did I... He stopped himself, remembering that she said it was her fault too, we...do? He asked finally. He couldn't have said it any more directly than he just had, and he could only hope that she would tell him. He wasn't quite sure if he really wanted to know, but he could never come to terms with himself if he knew there was something that he'd done to mess up someone else's life that he didn't know about. He just had to know, or it would kill him. Unfortunately...he was rather clueless and didn't think of the fact that it took two people to get a girl pregnant...and she was pregnant and had said that whatever it was had been both their faults.

[mahad]

After she knelt down he did exactly what she wanted him to. Not in the sense that most would think. She just wanted a better look at his injury. She had taken a few first aid classes back in collage and new how to take care of this. She took the water bottle and dampened the cloth. She Cleard as much of the blood as she could away.Then poored some peroxide on it. She pooded the peroxide on the vet stitching. She looked it over carefully. It seemed like a rather simple stitch. She slipped the string through the needle that she also sterylized. She dug into the first aid kit grabbed another towel and some advil.... "The advil won't kick in till later but it'll help. In the mean time bit down on this. " She'd seen a lot of people break teeth from clenching down while in pain. She wipped the blood away again and then was about to start stitching when he spoke.

She didn't really want to answer i mean if he couldn't figure it out by now... how was he going to react when she told him flat out. But he asked for it. So She started stitching and talking at the same time. "It was about 8 months ago. We were at a club... You got drunk... and i was not so drunk but stupid. Your friends were all talking crap and such about how you got me. And well along with their suggestions... we..." She took a deep breath. This was harder.. much harder then she thought. "We... well... as if it isn't obvious with my gigantic stomach... i don't expect you to stick around ok... so you don't have to feel guilty or whatever." She finished stitching. Cut the string and tied it off. "There all finished" That wasn't exactly how she wanted to tell him. She was sort of hoping he would figure it out on his own. But obviously not.

There... She had said it. She just said something to what might as well been a total stranger... that she couldn't even tell her parents. Tears streamed down her cheeks. Which just mad he even more upset because she told herself not to cry infront of him. She hated being pregnant. Not olnly did it make you feel fat and ugly every second of the day. It made you all emotional. She felt like she couldn't control herself anymore. But what was weird. Was she wasn't mad at him. She thought if she ever saw him again she would kill him. But she figured she came to the conclusion it took to people to have a baby. So it was as much her fault as it was his. Before she even talked to him she had already subconsciously forgiven him. Well that was a step in the right direction.

She would understand if he flipped.. Heck she did when she found out. She would even understand if he got up and left right then and there. And if he avoided her or even moved. She wouldn't hate him. She wouldn't blame him.... Dang she was some nice girl. She started putting things away, then grabbed his hand and poured peroxide on it. The wrapped it in vet wrap. She looked up at him. "Now your going to have to be careful that you don't re open that," She pointed to his stomach. "And try not to use your hand so much or it will get infected." The tears kept rolling down her cheeks but her voice showed no sign of her pain. She wan't hurt that he got her pregnant. Or that she would have to raise the child alone. Or that he would probably leave. No she was more hurt because she knew she had messed up. Big time. And she didn't want to admit that. She didn't want to later have to explain to her child that the reason they were here was because she made a mistake. Or that the reason they didn't have a daddy was because mommy scared him away. No she didn't want to have to do that.

She put the kit back together. And looked down the hall. What now? Did she just leave him? Did se help him with his horse? Did she go get Cash? Did she sit there staring at the ground? She didn't know what to do. She didn't know if she should explain more to him. Or if she should appologize... Or what? But magically the words came to her. "Tyler.... I'm sorry." She was sorry. She messed up. And now he could either do two things. Run like any normal guy would. Run away from the truth and tha fact that he was a dad. Or He could totally turn around and shock her. Either way she was fully capable of taking care of her and the baby alone. People did it every day right?

[Tyler Haze]

Tyler took the advil and towel from her hand...he still didn't know her name...and swallowed the drug easily without water. He'd taken enough pain killers dry that he could probably swallow a horse pill like it was nothing. He just continued holding the towel though, he could take the pain, it wasn't so bad now that he was sitting and there wasn't as much strain on it. Besides, stitching never hurt...the needle was tiny enough that it hardly made even so much as a mark, and any pain that it would cause was completely overshadowed by the pain that he was already in. Other than that though, he did whatever she wanted him to.

He wasn't sure why he was so submitted to her...maybe he felt obligated to do whatever she asked because of whatever it was that he'd done to her. For a moment, he didn't think she was going to tell him. It looked like she was just going to go about taking care of him and completely ignore his question. Right now, she had already done more for him than most anyone ever had, and he appreciated it, though he still wondered why. Why would she want to help him after he did something to her to ruin her life? Nobody even cared to give him the time of day...complete strangers ignored him...so why was she helping him?

Then she started talking, and it sounded like a hesitant explanation. The moment she said he got drunk...he already knew it was bad. All he heard of her explanation was "drunk... suggestions... don't expect you to stick around." He was totally shocked beyond belief. Yeah he knew that when he was drunk he usually ended up getting laid, but he didn't usually end up running into them and finding out that she was pregnant with his kid. He was at a complete loss for words, he statement kept replaying in his mind over and over again. He didn't even notice when she cut the thread and said she was done. He was totally stuck on the fact that he was going to be a dad. For the first time in a very long time, he couldn't think of a response.

He was completely silent, not hearing or feeling anything. Even the pain seemed to have been totally numbed. He felt it when she took his hand and started wrapping it, but he didn't react...he couldn't react. His eyes were locked on her, and he didn't quite realize that he wasn't breathing. Finally, when she uttered her apology, he snapped out of it. He sighed shakily, still struggling to believe it, but knowing it was probably true. Maybe it just scared him...rattled his cage...he was only 19, he wasn't ready for a kid...he couldn't raise a kid. Heck, he couldn't even take care of himself properly, he couldn't take care of a baby and a girl as well.

Finally, he had to do something, say something...anything, he couldn't just let this silence keep going. He dropped his bandaged hand down to hers and closed his hand around it. With his other hand, he brushed away the tears that had fallen from her eyes. Hey, I'm not going anywhere. He said softly, the tender side of Tyler coming out now, all traces of the hardened inmate 1326 vanishing into thin air. Where else am I going to find someone to take care of me when that horse tries to kill me again? He added the last part with a gentle smile...a legitimate smile. He didn't know where this was coming from...it all just happened without him thinking about it.

[Sam Lettington]

Alessandra was lost. He seemed...at a loss for words. She didn't think it bad though. He was already taking the new better then she had. So she gave him credit for that. When she found out she locked herself away she cried she screamed.. she killed several pillows.. and some china. Yeah She was devistated. But wouldn't you be too? I mean finding out that being hot headed and living life up.. then one day bam! did you ever think you could wish you would start your period? No... But Alessandra prayed that she would. She begged that she would start... And when she went to the doctor and found out... that it wasn't a mishap, she cried... It took her a few days to decide what to do. But in the mean time she continued modelling till she started to show. Then She got put onto maternity leave. So her she was paid vaca. And just getting fat and un attractive.

She stepped into the club that night dressed to impress. She was wearing a string strap tan flowy dress. It cut off at the knee. She only carried her cell phone.. heck she didn't need anything else.. Well beside ID. The club was hopping, just the way she liked it. On a normal night she would be with a bunch of other models. But tonight they all were staying in. But she had had a great day at work even got head model status. And she wanted to celebrate even if it was all by herself. She walked up to the bar and ordered herself a fruity thingytail. She sat her petite behind on the bar stool and made eyes at the bartender. He was cute... but nothing special. But then some noise was being made in a booth in the back.... How she heard it over the loud music was beyond her.

She looked over her shoulder and saw a group of guys. A couple of what looked like hookers... sluts in other words. But they seemed farelly attractive. She grabbed her long stem glass and moved over to the table next to them. She continued sipping at it. When she made her way over she knew they all saw her. And when they started whispering her name and "Is that that victoria secret model?" Yeah she liked being well known. And Being single helped that fact a lot. She waited a while letting a few whistles blow by. Then They guy she spotted to begin with came up to her. He smiled and asked if he could order her a drink. She smiled and batted her eyes. Of course she accepted... but she tossed another thingytail out the window and ordered herself up a glass of Chimay.. Only the greatest beer ever. She moved over to their booth and they talked... They all got drunk.. She was tipsy but not wasted. But this guy Tyler. He was definately drunk.. but he didn't show it physically. But there was no doubt about it. She flirted and teased just like any normal girl around a cute guy.

They Begain talking and his friends all said he was gunna get laid. He accepted the idea.... And it was all a bit fuzzy after that. She can't remember where they went. But she was the only one who could think even close to straight. He seemed... sober but he wasn't. They went somewhere... his house a hotel... her place... she didn't think it was her house... No not hers cause she had to drive home the next morning. One thing obviously lead to the other and bang bam boom. She woke the next morning early to the buzzing of her phone. She looked over to see him still passed out. She threw her clothes on and got out of there. Sure she was hung over. But she had experience in getting rid of that. She drove not crying nope not the least bit worried it was just another night out. Little did she know.

His words snapped her out of it. Here she was 8 months later. He grabbed her hand and wipped away her tears. He said he wasn't going anywhere. Thought wasn't what she was expecting. She was for sure he would walk out on her right then and there... Maybe there was a good guy benieth that tough guy exterior. She looked up at him and even more tears flooded out of her eyes. She laughed a little at the last part. But she still found it hard to bring up the words. But she managed. "Tyler... you... you would do that?" Where was this coming from. She expected a totaly jerk. But she supposed thats what she got for expecting something. She wanted to hug him but the first thing that popped into her head was that her big belly would get in the way.... She hated it. But being a mom was going to be one hell of a experience in life.

[Tyler Haze]

This was the slap in the face that Tyler had so badly needed in recent months. Before now, none of that sort of thing ever had consequences except for a hangover, and he could deal with that. It wasn't something "hair of the dog" or some strong aspirin couldn't fix, so he'd never really considered that a consequence...at least not a lasting one. But this...this was permanent. Well, obviously not the pregnancy, but the kid was...there was no getting rid of it. In his opinion abortion wasn't an option. Strange thing for someone like him to think about, but he'd never been too keen on killing anyone...babies and adults alike. Of course, there was adoption...but he figured if he was going to get a girl pregnant, he should at least take on the responsibility of raising the baby.

He didn't remember any of that night. Heck, he'd slept with so many girls between his arrests that even if he could remember what he did on those nights, he wouldn't have any idea which one she was. Thinking about it, he realized just how bad that really was. I mean honestly...if he were to ever get married, how would his wife feel when he couldn't count how many girls he'd been with before her? And that was all before he turned 19...He currently felt like stabbing himself in the chest right now...why hadn't he been able to see that before? Why had it taken ruining someone else's life with a baby before he'd see what an idiot he was?

Normally on those night, Tyler would start out a bit buzzed and would totally flirt with any girl that cared to flirt back. Then as the night wore on, he'd keep drinking until he was completely wasted. That was normally when the girl would take advantage of his willingness to do whatever she wanted. He wouldn't ever have sex with someone he didn't know if his mind was functioning properly, it just wasn't in his nature. But when his judgment was clouded by alcohol and he lost control of his actions...that was a completely different story. Usually they had some sort of "protection" but he guessed neither of them did when the two of them hooked up.

She seemed like she was struggling to believe his good intentions...and so was he. This was so unlike him. He'd never been this nice to anyone since he dropped out three years ago...why was this different. I'm still here aren't I? He asked in return, pulling her up so that she was seated on the tack trunk beside him, and put both of his arms around her in a way that wasn't awkward or...well sexual or anything. It was sort of a "no hard feelings/I'll be here for you" sort of hug. It would probably look pretty strange if someone walked in just now. The ex con sitting shirtless on a tack trunk outside of an empty stall with his arms around a pregnant girl, and bloody gauze on the ground around them. Probably a very interesting picture to someone who had no idea what was going on.

That was when it hit him...he still didn't know her name. Oh God that was not good...that was really really not good. I know this sounds really bad, He said a bit hesitantly, but I don't...really...remember...your name. He felt terrible for having to ask her, but that was the only way he'd ever find out. It made him look like an even bigger jerk than he probably already did...and hey, he wasn't denying it. Everything that had happened in his life had sort of turned him into a not so nice person...and he was totally to blame for it. But he would make it up to her by being here for her through this. After all, that baby was as much his as it was hers.

[Sam Lettington]

He said he was still there... Well sure he was he wasn't strong enough to get up and leave yet. Sure you miht say she had trust issues but wouldn't you too? he pulled her up and she rested. She was exhausted. She leaned her head on his shoulder and he wrapped his arms around her. She almost laughed at the thought of some of the students walking down the hall right then. Blood stains everywhere. Tyler with his shirt off and blood on him with his arms wrapped around Alessandra... a pregnant lady. Yeah it was a funny site that was for sure. Knowing all this took a lot of stress of her... But also put some on. She didn't know what to do now. Her plans had already been esstablished with Alex. They were even preparing the babies room. What was going to happen.. Would tyler want to live with her... or her to move in with him... Would he want to get married. She wasn't sure she was ready for marriage... most couples liked to take it one step at a time... She just took the wrong step first. Not intentionally but stuff happens and she, despite her want to, couldn't take back what was done. She was comitted now.

She didn't like abortion ever. And Adoption... well she made the mistake she was just going to have to go through with it. Adoption wasn't an option not in her book. She wasn't going to fall on her dad she wanted to take care of it on her own. She had Alex of course and that mde it easier. But now she had Tyler and she wasn't sure if that made it harder or easier. She was ready for the baby yes. But was being in a relationship right now the best idea. And not only that but she just ran into Sebastian. Things just kept getting even more complicating. She sighed. What was she going to do? She could handle it on her own but now she had help. And she didn't know how to take it. She took a staggered breath. It was hard submitting to someone that hurt you. but it was unintentional. She had forgiven him for what happened that night and even for not remembering her.... That was to be expected. He was drunk and it was 8 months ago.

She was exhausted... being pregnant did that to you. She honestly couldn't wait. One more month and she could start working out and getting back in shape and regain her figure. She knew it was all baby but she hated the idea of looking in the mirror and seeing a big ol' fat belly. She looked like she had a beer belly. Pot belly pig. That was what she felt like. She knew that was wrong thoough. But she was still looking foreword to looking like a model again. To being slim and for a guy to actually be able to slip his arms all the way around her with room to spare. It would be her happy ending that was for sure. At least she had something to look foreword to right? Other then the fact that she was going to be a mom... not that that was a good thing... but it wasn't bad... or was it. She didn't know but she knew she would love the baby with all she had. And that was all that mattered.

But then the moment was killed. He broke the peaceful silence. He started off with a subtle hint to something bad... But then it all went down hill from there. What A Flippin Moron! She pulled away from him and looked startled at him. Ok seriously what a scum bag. She just told him that he nocked her up... and was drunk when he did it.... And he still didn't remember her name! She lifted her hand and with one swift movement whipped it throught the air across his face. Whack! She settled her eyes coldy on him she could have froze a lake with that look... Or killed someone... Whichever came first. How dare he. She stood to her feet in a rush. "I should have known that a jerk like you couldn't remember something that simple! She didn't know what to do. She didn't know if she should walk away and leave him or if she should tell him or what.

But the movement came to her she started to walk down the barn aisle. But before she stepped out she turned around. "My name is Alessandra... As if you diserved to know." She needed to cool off. She walked down the path to where she lefter her fully tacked prize winning worth way more then her life thoroughbred race horse. She found him in the same place she left him. Dumbfounded as to what had just happened. She picked up his reigns wipping tears from her face. And to think that he was actually going to work out. They guy couldn't even remember something as simple as a name. How could she know he wouldn;t just get drunk again and sleep with some whore... oh my gosh.. she was a whore. She was that girl that girl that every other girl looked at in disgust.

She started bawling, tears blurring her vision. She was a slut a whore and all those other horrible names she had used to call other people and was now using them in the same sentence.. with her name. She lead the confused Cash up the path to the barn. He being the perfect horse he was, was gentle and breathed sweet breath in her ear to try and cheer her up. She reached her hand over and patted his nose. "Good boy cash.." Her voice cracked. She walked down the barn ignoring everything and went straight to Cash's stall. She put him in and slowly untacked him piece by piece. Once everything was finished which only took about five minutes. She put it all away.. still crying mind you.. Yes she was pregnant it was hard to stop. She now felt bad. It wasn't his fault... he was drunk. And he despite her want to think about it had probably slept with to many girl to count in just that week. It was a fact she had to face. He was just being a guy. And now she felt horrible for slapping him. See what being pregnant did to a girl? She looked down tha hall... Secretly hoping he would still be there.

[Sebastian Kings]

Sebastian

I'm never sure when the truth won't do
I'm pretty good on a lonely night
I move on the way a storm blows through
I never stay, but then again, I might

His mind was racing, she wasn't supposed to be here. It just could't be happening. Sebastian had actually pinched himself as he wandered from the barn in a daze. He couldn't face her, not now. He didn't want to hear what she had to say, he didn't want to see her.... her... uhm... stomach? Sebastian shuddered at the thought. He counted back the days to the brief period that he a Alessandra were together. If it was his, which he'd convinced himself he was. it would mean that the... uhm... uh... child? Would have been concieved on one of their last.... escapades. Sebastian sighed deepling and walked into the barn. He couldn't think straight. He'd smoked the last of his cigarette's one after the other since seeing her earlier this afternoon. He paced the kitchen comtemplating the odds. he couldn't tell Chey, she couldn't know.

No. Definatly not. Chey had been through enough. She was happy now. Right? yes of course she was happy. But really he couldn 't know for sure... Sebastin shook his head. This was turning him into quite the fool. Of colurse Chey was happy. And she definatly could not find out about Keke- er -Alessandra. Sebastian closed his eyes for a breif moment. He had to concentrate. Exhaling deeply, Sebastian reached out and unlatched his horse's stall door. He shut it behind him and leaned against the stall door. Calm the fuck down. Jesus. Grow up he mumbled to himself. He looked over at his appaloosa mare. Wait. That wasn't an appaloosa that was a deep brown color. This wasn't Star's stall... He suddenly heard someone weeping. He looked to the other side of the stallion and saw her.

It was just his luck... Alessandra was there. Sobbing into her horses neck. Fuck he murmured again. Sebastian ran a hand through his short, dirty blond hair. Realizing the poor girl probably thought he was speaking to her when he entered the stall. Hey... uh Alessandra... Are you... okay? he asked, immeadiatly cursing himself. Well... uhm... of course you're not okay... but uh.... can I.... help you? Sebastian felt horrible.... He shuffled closer to her, putting an arm around her shoulders akwardly. He trembled nervously, he loved his fiancee. But he felt it was his duty to comfor Keke now. it was probably his fault she was upset anyways.

[/blockquote]

I struggle sometimes to find the words
always sure until I doubt
walk a line until it blurs
build walls too high to climb out
but I'm honest to a fault, it's just who I am
I'm better as a memory than as your man 

[Tyler Haze]

It was funny, she was the only girl he'd been around when he was sober and was totally comfortable with. She was the first girl in three years to lay her head on his shoulder, and him not shrug her off. It really was strange. Here he didn't know her name, he just found out that he'd had sex with her and gotten her pregnant, but he felt like he didn't have to put up that defensive wall around himself, like he could be the real Tyler and not worry about ridicule. He felt like she belonged there with him, and he with her. She may have been pregnant, and that may have scared most guys away...but Tyler was getting his life right, and part of that meant taking on responsibilities.

He lifted his free hand to her head and brushed his fingers through her hair, taming a few strands that had managed to escape. He felt a bit more at terms with himself now, but still guilty...oh so guilty. He couldn't fix this mistake no matter how hard he tried, and they were both going to have to deal with it now and forever. He knew he couldn't ever really take care of a kid at this point in his life...but he was at least going to be the father figure for the child...that was the least he could do. he kept his arm around her as the two of them sat there in silence for a few moments. Her soft skin against his bare flesh felt nearly heavenly...and not in a "I want to have sex with you" way. It was more of a, "I've found someone who's different...who cares...who accepts me for me." way. It had been a long time since he felt like someone cared, and it meant a lot to him.

He could tell instantly when he had stopped talking that she wasn't taking his lack of memory as well as he had hoped. He looked over at her just in time to take her hand across his face. He turned away by force of impact, but didn't really bother to look instantly back over at her. Her words cut like a knife through him..."a jerk like you..." He couldn't count how many times he'd heard that directed at him...but this one hurt more than the others. He should have known...he shouldn't have let his guard down. She wasn't really different, she was just like everyone else. There wasn't a soul out there that he could trust.

Finally, he looked up as she walked away, Alessandra. As much as he hated to admit it...that name honestly didn't ring a bell in his mind. He simply couldn't remember. I'm sorry... He said in a somewhat hushed tone, fighting back the emotion. He'd kept it all stored up in him for three years, and it was hard to hold back. As she walked away, he dropped his head into his hands, straining to get a hold of himself. He still wasn't sure if he trusted himself to walk or not, but he couldn't just sit here all day. After a few moments, he reached up and took hold of the top of the lower door on Z's empty stall, and pulled himself to his feet.

The pain about knocked him over, but he forced it down. The cold glare returned, banishing Tyler back into the depths and returning inmate 1326 to his throne. Every step he took was more painful than the last, breathing hurt like hell, and he struggled with each breath. By the time he reached the arena where Z was impatiently pawing at the ground he felt like he'd run three triathlons in a row. Nevertheless, he jerked the gate open, and walked pointedly up to Z, who seemed to sense something was terribly amiss, and took hold of the reins roughly. He started the horse back up to the barn grudgingly. About half way there, Z stopped again, and that really really ticked Tyler off.

Dammit Z, He muttered in an almost growl, I can't handle this. With a harsh jerk on the reins, Z started forwards again. Yeah Tyler was usually pretty cold, but this was different...really different. They made it up to the barn without incident, and Tyler stripped the tack from the animal, putting each item in its designated place. Up until now he hadn't noticed that he hadn't bothered to put his bloody shirt back on. To hell with it. He'd been shot, tattooed with an inmate number, stabbed, and kicked in the ribs by his horse. If people couldn't deal with that...too bad.

By now he was totally exhausted. Blood loss tended to do that to you, and he'd had plenty of that today. He leaned his back against the wall just outside the horse's stall, and then slid down to the ground into a sitting position, his chest rising and falling a bit more heavily than usual. He finally let the pain swarm over him in it's tsunami sized waves. The moment he did so, every muscle in his body tensed and grew rigid against his will as if to resist the pain. He was hurting in more ways than just one. That sliver of a hope that someone out there cared had just been shattered...the last thread had been cut...the candle had gone out. He had no one, and he had no hope that he ever would.

[Sam Lettington]

She was to frustrated to hear his appology. Now in Cash's stall. She felt safe. Safe from anything. Like nothing good touch her. This was how it was supposed to be when you were with the one you loved. So she only loved cash? Crap she was so confused. She hid her face in Cash's mane. But then the door opened and closed.. She didn't bother to look up. Why bother? she didn't care anymore... she didn't know what she was doing? and she was suddenly very hot. Then a voice came. She looked over. And who do you suppose was sitting there? It was Sebastian. She couldn't take this anymore. She was so confused and lost and between him and tyler she just couldn't handle it anymore. She just wanted to go home now. And take a bath and talk to Alex and forget today ever hapened. But it was to late now. She had no escape he had seen her. Now what did she do she couldn't exactly explain to him what happened. Even he confused her... Why had he left her? Why did he just up and leave? Sure they both knew what they had was ajust a fling... could have been more but was just that. But they way he just left.. it sort of hurt her. But she never let one to that. Nope not ever.

Never in her whole life had she ever let a guy hurt her. And here she was letting it happen twice. She was falling apart. He asked if she was ok... Guys were just getting stupider by the second now days. But he got smart. She could tell he was nervous... she hadn't a clue why though. She didn't bite... not in times like these anyway. She submitted to his touch though. It was a soft familiar soothing touch. She took a deep breath and rested her head on him... Habit i guess. "I'm fine... ok thats not true... Its a long story. You can't really its about the baby...." She didn't really know what to tell him... After he left her she had a good day at work got drunk had sex with some guy and got pregnant... now she is seeing everyone all at once and feels like she is going to die... Along with it being so flippin hot.

Sebastian was a great guy... but she still had no clue why he was here... why he left her... why he ws so damn nervous... and why she had to run into him. She couldn't figure it out. But she was sure he'd tell her sooner or later. But now she needed to go fix things with Tyler. At this point when your pregnant even a great attractive guy like Sebastian couldn't attract you. Sure that one time fling was great. But she had to grow. Up... Parenthood was right around the corner and she couldn't just stand around and wait for it to come to her. She needed to prepare herself. And sitting crying into her horses mane... or being held by a past love... wasn't going to get her there. She had to grow up. This kiddy heart broken act wasn;t going to fool anyone. She looked up at Sebastian and smiled. He was so good to her. But she couldn't just stand there. "Thank you Sebastian... None of this is because of you... its... just Being pregnant... and then everything with Tyler... I'm sorry i'm rambling." She reached her hand up and wipped away her tears. She sniffed and fixed her hair. Time to be an adult.

No more crying. She wanted to appologize to Tyler... She couldn't blame him like that. She felt horrible. And just wanted someone to tell her what to do. She didn't want to be stupid and make another stupid life ruining mistake. She couldn't lose Tyler... Not only as someone she cared about... But not as the father of her child. She needed that support. She felt lost and just wanted him to hold her. But she also knew Sebastian was a good guy and he was be there for her. But she couldn't drag him into this whole thing... it only confused her more. She took a staggard breath and looked down at the ground... loks like she screwed up again.. she most likely just lost the person she needed most. And here she was being held by someone she once loved but was pretty sure he hurt her enough for her not to love him anymore.. in that way. He was just s friend.

She was now even more convinced she was a whore... Look at her hopping from one guys arms to the next... And she was PREGNANT! She was so made at herself... and so upset and so frustrated she didn't know if she should cry, scream , or run away... scratch the running part... that wasn't exactly going to happen with her huge belly now was it? Part of her just wanted to walk right out of that stall and just go back to new york.... But that wasn't going to happen... she couldn't do this alone. Nope not at all. So what was she going to do? But she knew.. She knew what she was about to do. She looked up at Sebastain. Her feelings written in her eyes. And she moved out of the stall. Hoping he would follow.

She was going to find Tyler... She was going to appologize for... well for being pregnant. And she was going to make everything ok again.. Hopefully. She thought about the pain Tyler must be in... not only physical but he seemed so different all of a sudden when she told him what had happened. He almost seemed like he trusted her. And she went and ruined it. She felt horribley guilty. She wanted to crawl into a hole and disapear. She wanted him to hold her again. She wanted more then anything to not be pregnant right now. This stress can't be good for the baby. No it could not. And all the moving around and crying and emotions and... it had been a long day... and just seemed to get longer.