Fic: Running Nowhere (chapter 2)
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Running NowhereBy Miss Peg
Two
'Pregnant'
The tiny letters on the test sent a shockwave travelling through Katie’s body. Her hands began to shake and no matter how hard she tried to stop her legs from doing the same, she couldn’t. It was unexpected. She was careful, she'd always been careful. Yet maybe not careful enough. A loud bang on the bathroom door pulled her from her thoughts.
'Get out of the bathroom Katie, I don’t want to be late for the last day before Christmas. I said I'd meet Naomi early.'
Katie stood up, shoving the test back into the box before wrapping it in a towel. She stared into the mirror, watched her eyes as they glazed over and a couple of stray tears slid from them. It was so surreal she could barely feel it happening. She couldn’t be. She just couldn’t. Another banging on the door pushed her into action.
'Just a minute,' she called back, flushing the toilet and splashing her face with cold water from the tap. She dried her face, before unlocking the door. Forcing a bitchy expression as she came face to face with her sister.
'Sure your girlfriend can wait five extra minutes before you two swap strap-ons.'
Emily frowned, looked more than confused at the way she was acting rather than frustrated. Their relationship had changed lately, was actually quite good for what it was in the past. It wasn’t fair to make a stupid comment, but she was upset and didn’t really want Emily to know.
'Everything alright?' Emily asked, her eyes narrowing as though she could see through Katie’s exterior. She just nodded, couldn’t find words that didn’t risk tears from falling, before walking past her sister with the towel wrapped tightly in her arms.
The sanctuary of her bedroom was only such for ten minutes, long enough to stare at the test, to finally realise that it wasn’t going to go away and then nearly get caught when Emily barged back into the room in a flurry.
'Emily?' Katie whispered, her voice breaking, her whole body still shaking.
'Oh shit, where are my shoes?' Emily moaned, leaving the room without having heard Katie’s voice.
'Emily,' she tried again when her sister returned with green shoes in her hand.
'What? I have to go in five minutes,' she muttered, distracted as she got dressed.
Katie could feel her heart drop. She couldn’t handle this, any of it. She needed Emily. She’d tried to deny it; thought she didn’t want her to know. The more time passed the more she realised she needed her sister to be just that. She was scared to tell her, yet she knew there wasn’t much option. Someone had to help her through this.
'Please, it doesn’t matter if you’re a bit late, Naomi will understand,'
Emily sat down, staring at her as though she could tell something big was going on. Katie’s eyes started to water and she couldn’t control her voice as she tried to speak.
'It's okay, what's wrong?'
The small test was still in Katie’s hand, tucked carefully under the towel. She pulled it out, handed it over to Emily who stared down at it with confusion, her eyes widening with realisation.
'Oh.'
*
The college felt a lot smaller than it usually did, like the whole place was suffocating Katie, sucking all life out of her. She wished it really could, wished that the thing growing inside of her wasn’t. The only thing her mum had ever really told her, that made her sit up and listen, was what happened when people got pregnant and didn’t want the baby. The stories of abortions, of botched up procedures, had made her feel sick to the stomach. The only problem was, she hadn’t been pregnant then.
‘We should talk to the nurse,’ Emily whispered as they walked through reception. Katie just shook her head, didn’t really want to tell anyone else. ‘Please Katie.’
‘No one else is going to know, okay? Not even Naomi,’ she snapped, staring Emily in the eye until her sister responded with a tiny ‘okay’.
Before Emily could say anything more, Katie was thankful to Naomi for appearing in the doorway. For taking Emily away, whispering something about their early morning date. A final worried glance from Emily and a forced smile from Katie was the last contact they had before Katie walked off towards her locker.
It was harder than she thought it would be, to stand in a corridor full of people, to be constantly wary of the person she suspected had got her into the position she was in. Her heart skipped a beat when he pushed the door open and strode down the corridor, stopping at a locker not far from her own. Effy stood beside him, their hands clutched together like they were desperately in need to be as close as possible.
‘Fucking bastard,’ she mumbled under her breath, wondering how fair it would be to tell him, to ruin his life the way he ruined hers.
‘Alright there princess?’ another voice responded, making her turn.
Though she wasn’t sure it was Freddie’s at all. She’d almost forgotten about the incident that she’d tried her best to forget, except that it didn’t seem to forget her.
‘I thought I told you not to call me princess,’ she groaned, slapping Cook on the arm.
Cook just grinned at her, ‘I think you’d make a great princess, babe.’
‘And don’t call me babe,’ she snapped, stealing another glance at Freddie who just happened to be in the middle of sucking the face off his girlfriend.
‘Not still hung up over him, are ya babe?’ Cook asked, following her eye line.
The last thing she wanted to do was make small talk with Cook, especially when said small talk involved Freddie. Katie took a deep breath, even counted to ten as she tried to stop the tears that were lingering on the edge. It came out of nowhere, the wave of sickness. She couldn’t tell if it was her ‘condition’ or merely the shock. But it was strong enough that she had to run, abandoning her open locker to find the nearest bathroom.
*
‘What’s wrong babe?’
Cook stood against the wall when she exited the girl’s room, actually made Katie roll her eyes at his presence. He wasn’t the caring type, he was the sleep and never call type. That was what she’d always been led to believe.
‘Fuck off,’ she moaned, rubbing her delicate stomach.
‘You look a bit pale, what you need is a good willy-waggle to get those cheeks red.’
The scene in front of her disappeared as she closed her eyes, wished that everything around her would disappear just as easily. There were still five minutes before lessons started, where she gathered she could at least attempt to forget the thing dancing in her head, trying to get her attention.
‘I’m fine,’ she assured him, her voice quieter than she expected it to be. ‘I thought we promised never to discuss that again?’
Cook merely raised his eyebrows, ‘We did, but if you ever want a repeat, then I’d be more than happy to oblige.’
The only thing Katie wanted was to take back what had happened, to reverse that whole night that had changed everything. She stared up into Cook’s eyes, watched his dark blue orbs move about in their sexy glare until her insides began to move again.
‘Just fuck off,’ she called, turning around and going back to the toilets, unable to think of anything but seeing her breakfast for the second time.
Next Chapter: THREE
Labels: Gossip , Kathryn Prescott , Lisa Backwell , Skins
