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Grace didn't know what to do with herself.

She had connected the dots after missing a second period, had gotten a terrible suspicion about why she had been sick. At first, she had only thought it was an extent of her depression, but she wasn't stupid. Grace had taken five tests, all of them positive. That number couldn't all be wrong. She couldn't recall being more scared in her life. What was she supposed to do with a baby? A baby that she hadn't had a choice in the conception of. Did she even want to keep it? Was she ready to be a mother despite being thrust into it?

No, Grace mentally told herself, she couldn't bring herself to think like that. Her soul was too gentle to bear the thought of ending a life before it had even begun. Caleb might have raped her, but it was still her son or daughter, too... Grace was terribly confused, and so terribly frightened. She needed help, but she hadn't known where to turn. Her family was definitely out of the question, and Marvel... She cared for him a great deal, he was the only one that knew what Caleb had done to her, but this... She could see the strain in his eyes, she knew how much it was killing him, she couldn't burden him with this, too.

And that left Caleb. Grace had sent him a note at breakfast, asking him to meet her in this classroom at ten, after the school had gone to sleep. It was entirely uncharacteristic of her, normally she allowed him to initiate things, but this wasn't something that could wait. Grace needed to at least tell him what he had created. She just hoped that he wouldn't somehow twist this into it being her fault. It had been all his doing- he had been the one to forcibly take her virginity, she hadn't wanted it, not on the table in the dungeon whilst the school was under attack...

Grace rubbed her eyes, they were weary and bloodshot from spending too much time crying, and not enough sleeping. She took in a deep breath when the door opened, praying that things wouldn't escalate, just this once...

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It had definitely been unexpected to say the least. When Caleb had gotten the note, he had thought it was from some other girl that was eyeing him as always, but when he saw it was Grace...Well, it sort of threw him off to say the least. The shy blonde had never asked him to meet her after dark. Usually he was the one who'd have to convince her to go and sneak out. It usually took a bit of work to do that too, seeing as she was always so determined to be a good little girl. But, in his mind, the Slytherine could only think that the girl had finally gained the guts to do something. As the day went on after that morning, the young man could only think that she wanted more of him. A light grin slid onto his face as he thought back to the night he had finally claimed her. She was his now.

As he wandered down the hall, he was wearing a very basic outfit, planning that the night would end with them all off once more. Following the directions on the note he had gotten from his girlfriend, Caleb smirked as he came up to the classroom door. He didn't bother to knock or anything. Seeing the girl, the man chuckled faintly, closing the door behind him and locking it, a number of ideas already going through his mind. "Hello, my little flower."

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Grace felt her heart leap into her throat when Caleb entered the room. Ever since that December night his presence had not comforted her the way it used to. She felt on edge, to the point where her voice threatened to hide from her again. Whatever they had, it wasn't healthy. If any of this was going to work, it needed to be fixed, or she was out. The thought alone scared her all over again- Caleb definitely wouldn't take that well. But she would be damned if she brought a child into a home like the one she had grown up in. Nobody should have to live through that.

Grace bit down on her tongue as Caleb bolted the door, hopefully he wasn't going to try and take advantage of her again. But that purr in his tone... She suddenly became a bit more aware of her wand's resting place up her sleeve... "Hi," Grace said softly, briefly standing on tiptoe to peck Caleb's cheek. Her knees were trembling, her heart was racing, she could feel her hands becoming clammy... But she knew the longer she hesitated, the harder it would be to spit it out. Though then all she wanted to do was throw up. "Caleb, we need to talk," said Grace, fighting to keep her tone from shaking, "I'm... I'm..." She paused, her voice was failing, that last word- why couldn't she say it?

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Caleb's smirk never left his lips as he stepped up to the girl that he saw as nothing more than a simple toy. That was the issue, the flaw that poisoned the man. He held no feeling or consideration for anyone. With every girl he had been with, there had never been a single one that he felt a sense of love or care for. No, women, in his eyes, were meant for nothing else but to play with and find find pleasure with. As Grace came to him and kissed his cheek briefly, the Slytherine grinned faintly in approval, his arms wrapping loosely around the teen.

Caleb was a bit disappointed, though, when she suddenly began saying that they needed to talk. Talk? There was nothing to talk about. Besides, if there ever was, it would be his decision to bring it up, not here. " 'I'm...I'm...' what? You're, you're just being annoying. That's what."

[/b], he taunted, a faint growl in his tone as he lightly pushed her against the wall of the classroom. "How about we forget the talk, and have a bit of fun instead, hmm?"[/b], he purred, not wanting to talk, just wanting to take her once more. Forcing his lips onto hers, Caleb's hands slid down her hips, running over her thighs before they ran back up. As he did this, he placed one hand over her stomach, lightly pushing against it to keep her from moving, completely unaware of what she was holding inside.
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Grace hated her problem with talking, even around someone she thought she could trust, her words continued to betray her. Caleb, of course, returned to being his usual impatient self, calling her annoying and pushing her against the wall. His touch sent chills down her spine, and not of the pleasant variety. Her stomach lurched, but there was something else there. Anger. She felt threatened, and therefore so was her child. She didn't react to his kiss, her posture was rigid, she kept her mouth stubbornly closed. Grace grabbed his hands, attempting to pry them away, though he had too much strength on her, and twisted her head away.

He wasn't going to like that, but this was important. She just needed to spit it out already. An unknown fire was in her eyes, the most expression they had shown in days. Grace wasn't going to go down quietly, not this time. She didn't know where this sudden bravery was coming from, it made her uneasy. But the words were coming a bit easier now... "Caleb, I'm pregnant," said Grace, her voice holding a certain firmness that was never there. And then, as quickly as it had come, her boldness faded. She released Caleb's hands, looked down, away from his gaze. Her knees resumed trembling, she felt like getting sick all over again...

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Caleb was becoming highly irritated by the blonde Hufflepuff. Her refusal to cooperate angered him and he was more than ready to become more forceful. If he had to go through all this again to get what he wanted, then so be it. Growling as she turned her head away from him, the Slytherine roughly grabbed her chin to force her to look at him once more until she spoke. The young man froze as her words, tensing faintly as he tried to understand them. Pregnant...She was pregnant? For moments, he just stood there with his fingers on her chin, staring at her with a sense of disbelief. But, the shock eventually faded and was replaced with a burning anger. His grip on her chin tightened as his other hand roughly pushed down on her other shoulder.

"...You're lying!"

[/b], he accused, a sharp hiss in his voice as he spoke. She was lying, she had to be. There was no way that she could be pregnant! Unless...was she seeing someone else? Was the baby perhaps not his? That had to be it! No matter how he looked at this, Caleb could not come to the fact that she was telling him the truth. He refused to accept the fact that his dark deed that had purely been for pleasure had created another life.
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Grace's stomach continued to churn, a lump was beginning to form in her throat. She shouldn't have told him, not today, not just then. But when else was she supposed to have told? Should she have let him have his way with her again and told him afterward? No, a small voice in the back of her mind told her, she had needed to do this. Grace winced a bit as his hand on her chin tightened, his other pressing down firmly enough on her shoulder to likely bruise her delicate skin. She flinched at his words, he was getting angry again, she could tell. And as much as she wanted her words to be false, they were truth...

They were going to be having a baby. She lightly shook her head, eyes stinging as she tried not to cry. "I'm not lying," Grace whispered, thinking again on the location of her wand up her sleeve, "I t-took five tests." Her knees continued to shake, she suddenly didn't want to be here anymore. Not with Caleb the way that he was. There was more than her own health at stake now, she had someone else to think of. She blinked back tears, afraid for more than herself now.

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Caleb no longer knew what to do with himself any more. How could this have happened?! Once. It had only been once! How could this have happened to him? He didn't want to be a father, he couldn't be a father. And, even more importantly, he didn't want to have a child. Those snot-nosed brats were nothing but trouble. Why on earth would he want something like that?! As his eyes burned with a deep anger, he finally released his grip on her chin, but it wasn't to let her go. As he pulled his hand away, it quickly came back, smacking against the side of her face as he pushed her to the ground. "Well, what in bloody hell are you telling me for then!? You should've gotten rid of that thing a long time ago!"

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Caleb had no thought or hesitation about the idea of an abortion. He didn't want this child, and he would be damned if he was going to allow Grace to keep the thing and have everyone know about it. He wanted to claim her as his, not having some disgusting child with her. No, he wanted anything but that. [/size][/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]

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Grace had false hope that Caleb might release her, present an opportunity for her to squirm away, though the hand that had been on her chin came back quickly, making an audible smack, enough force behind the gesture to send her to the floor. Her hip collided painfully with the stone, though she was used to falling, used to Caleb smacking her around. But this time... Grace couldn't let him hurt her. His words stung more than his hand across his face. She should have gotten rid of that thing? That thing? That "thing" was a baby, their baby. But an abortion... She couldn't, she didn't have the heart for it, it might break her.

Her brain was screaming at her to take out her wand, but her hand refused to cooperate. Regardless of how many times Caleb had hurt her, she couldn't raise her wand against him. But the baby, her baby, she couldn't let him hurt it. Grace again forcefully blinked back her tears, Caleb hated it when she cried. "I can't," said Grace, her throat tightening, her chest beginning to seize up. She lightly shook her head. "I can't," Grace repeated, her tone hardly more than a whisper.

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As his anger mixed with a sense of panic, Caleb could hardly keep still. He wouldn't admit it, but the thought of having a child of his own was both frightening and disgusting. Ever since he was a young boy he had hated smaller children. He had never wanted any of his own, and if he did, then he would be sure to have nothing to do with them. But, this...this thing was not going to be his own. He wouldn't allow it. He wasn't about to have some child with this blonde mute who didn't have the courage or will to do shit. As his breaths came out in harsh, heavy rushes, the Slytherine student glared at the girl as she repeatedly muttered, 'I can't'.

"Like hell you can't!"

[/b], he snapped at her, quickly stepped towards her. His hand roughly twisted itself into her hair, yanking her up by the pale locks, likely shaking her. "I am not going to let you keep this disgusting thing! You are going to get rid of it, do you hear me?!"[/b], he yelled, hardly giving her any time to answer him before practically throwing her onto the floor. The dark, evil soul that was concealed in his being burned brightly in his eyes, holding no care or remorse for the girl or the child that she was carrying.
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Grace trembled from her spot on the floor, she could feel the fire in Caleb's gaze, hear his rattled breaths. She had gotten him angry again, more so than usual, she could feel it. Tears pooled in her eyes, blurring her vision, she willed them not to fall, willed herself to find strength if not for herself, but for her baby. Her baby. Grace wasn't thinking in terms of "their" anymore, as it suddenly became quite clear to her that Caleb didn't want to be a father. If that was the case, she'd do it alone. Though this mental courage didn't amount to anything. Presently, she could only sit there, trembling like a leaf.

His words ripped through her like knives. Didn't he care what she felt, what she thought about any of this? Had he ever? Grace yelped as he pulled her to her feet by her hair, whimpered as he rattled her. Her tears got the better of her as he demanded that she get rid of it, though she couldn't reply before she was again thrown to the floor. Grace instinctively thrust out her hands to break the fall, the heel of her right palm striking the stone awkwardly, pain instantly shooting through her wrist. She stayed on the floor, unable to respond, or do anything but silently cry.

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If he were to be completely honest for once in his life, Caleb was at a loss as to what to do. He couldn't allow this girl to keep this child. It would ruin his name, his family's name, everything! His father would be furious, he knew he would, and his mother...God, he didn't even know what she would do if she found out. It would just bring down hell on him, and if he was going to be put through that, then he would be sure to put the blonde through it too. That was when it hit him. This was her fault. It had to be! If she had just gotten rid of it the moment she found out she was pregnant, then he never would've had to deal with this in the first place.

Looking down at the girl that had turned into his own personal punching bag, the Slytherine knew he had to do something to stop her from letting this out. He had to get rid of it. Sharply inhaling through clenched teeth, he quickly went to her once more, her tears doing nothing to falter his actions. "Get up you pathetic bitch!"

[/b], he spat as he grabbed her by the back of her shirt, yanking it up so she was at least somewhat sitting up. "If you won't get rid of the damned thing. Then, I will!"[/b] Without any kind of warning, his hands came raining down on her, his fist beating down on her shoulders and whatever else he could reach.
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Grace had essentially become paralyzed from her fear, she couldn't do anything to protect herself, though her brain was screaming at her to get up and run. Shoot some sort of hex at Caleb and get the hell out of there. Her baby, she had to protect it. But her meekness was overpowering any sense of protection that she felt, any surge of motherly instinct was quieted. Grace coughed sharply as he pulled her up by the back of her shirt, the front of the neckline threatening to strangle her, her injured wrist throbbing at the movement she had not braced herself for. She could feel herself trembling, she couldn't see straight through her tears.

Her streaming eyes grew wide at Caleb's words and her heart sank to her feet. No... He couldn't mean that. Though the fire in his eyes and the acid in his voice only confirmed his intention. And then the beating began. He landed blow after blow on her, each one with more force behind it than the last. Given that she was still on the floor, Grace quickly brought her knees to her chest, in hopes that it would protect the baby, though she knew she wouldn't be able to fend off her raging boyfriend for long... "Caleb! No!" Grace cried, her tone only slightly louder than normal. Even when in real peril she couldn't scream, couldn't let anyone else hear her voice...

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Caleb wasn't even thinking about how any of this could possibly affect Grace or the consequences that could follow such a horrible, vicious deed. But, at that point, he didn't care. All he cared about at that point was protecting his sense of pride, his family name, and to get rid of the thing that would ruin everything. He was not ready to be a father. He never would be. And, if he ever did, then he would be sure to have no connection to such a thing. As his hits became powered by his anger, they fell down on her with no sign of stopping. He was going to be the one to fix this, no matter what it was that he had to do. As his hands came down on her, it was then that he realized something. Hitting her would do nothing. It wouldn't solve his problem. No, he needed to do something much different. Something that would get rid of the problem forever.

Growling, Caleb reached out once more, grabbing her by her head and shoving her off to the side, onto the ground. "You damn, bitch. You should've taken care of this! You damn, useless cunt!"

[/b], he spat, taking a small step back before he swung his foot at her, the end of his shoe hitting her twice, one missing it's target, but the last one hitting its mark. His foot rammed into the girl's abdomen, the Slytherine not even caring how much this could hurt her, how much it could break her...
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Grace continued to plead with Caleb, begged him to stop, blinded from her tears, but she knew that it wouldn't do much good. Once her boyfriend set his mind on something, he wouldn't stop until he had reached his goal. In this case, it was making sure there wouldn't be a baby. Grace did little to block the blows he pummeled her with, instead keeping her knees tight to her chest, praying that someone, anyone would be around, would be able to intervene... She yelped again as he seized her head and tossed her as if she were nothing, putting her on her side on the floor.

Grace didn't have time to move before the kicking started. The first time his foot caught her ribs hard, making her give forth an involuntary, strangled sob. Though the second broke her in more ways than one. She wheezed pathetically, gasping for the air which had been knocked out of her, still crying. She would have been sobbing inconsolably, but she had yet to catch her breath. No, this wasn't happening, not now... In another feeble attempt, Grace tried to bring her knees back to her chest, but a crippling pain in her midsection didn't allow her to get them close enough for any real protection.