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Post by Hadyn Bryant on Feb 13, 2009 17:33:02 GMT -5
Hadyn did as his hands told her. They had come to life, just moments ago, and held onto her hand as she had held his. She whimpered, a result from the sobs that wanted so bad to burst from her mouth and bring her down to the lowest level she had been in in a week. The night that Jaiden had left had been traumatic, and it was only that night that topped off now, if not equal. This was going to be so hard, she knew, but she sat with him on the gurney anyway. He needed to know, she told herself, and no one else was going to tell him but her. She had to do it.
Hadyn gently sat down, taking both of his hands. It was them she looked down at, rather than his face, her heels resting on a support bar underneath the bed. She swallowed, the tears sliding down her face silently, for now. Before too long, she feared the quiet tears would become wracking sobs.
"I. . ." She tested out her voice. It was hoarse with strain and grief, but it would have to do. She would have to tell him, one way or the other. "I was at the bar the other night -- a few days ago. Jaiden had left. It was stupid, I know, but--" She looked pleadingly up at him, for a second, hoping he'd see her nonexistent logic in it. She bit her lip and looked away again -- he was going to be so mad.
"I. . .I got drunk, to the p-point I can't reme-remember what happened. But I--" Hadyn curled her knees up, wrapping her thin arms around her knees in shame, and hid her face in them. It was so bad. She didn't know how to say it. She let Jon get to her? No, wait, she didn't even remember anything. And that was the problem. She didn't know if they had used a condom at all. So how did she say that? 'Luca, I let Lucy's boyfriend take me in the Shrieking Shack? Luca, Jonathen Macnair sexed me, and I don't remember a thing. Luca, I don't love him, but I let Jon love me. Luca, Luca, Luca.'
Hadyn's crying picked up, and she couldn't stop. She couldn't stop the tears, and she couldn't stop the words, either. It all rushed out in a garbled mess, and she could only hope her best friend would understand. "I woke up in the Shrieking Shack -- Jon -- he -- I -- Luca, I'm-I'm pregnant." She looked up, the tears streaming down her face in despair and complete and utter confusion and hurt. She hated this, she hated she might hurt him, she hated that she was only making his day worse, she hated doing this. She hated the fact she didn't know she could cry this hard, she hated the fact that Luca was all bandanged up and she was going to him for comfort, and she hated -- she just hated it.
"I-I don't know if it's Jon or - or --"
She couldn't finish. The tears wouldn't allow it.
"I'm so sorry," She sobbed hard, her small body shaking, "I'm so sorry."
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Post by Luca Lovell on Feb 17, 2009 19:52:06 GMT -5
Luca listened to Hadyn quietly, not daring to interupt her. She seemed so troubled, and he knew she was suffering greatly. He didn't want to make matters worse by telling her how stupid she was to let alcohol consume her, but he knew that wasn't right. Who was he to criticize her for something he, too, had done before? In fact, Luca had gotten drunk on multiple occasions. And, sadly enough, Hadyn was sometimes left to drag him back to Gryffindor tower or some other place he could be left for the night. He'd be a complete and utter ass hole to tell her that she was stupid.
However, his hand clenched when she first said Jon's name. Luca hated Jonathan Macnair and that was no secret. He resented the man for messing around with Lucy when he clearly had Sofia waiting on him, even if she tried to act independent. Hell, one reason why Luca had stopped casually sleeping with her was because she was so hung up on Jon. He didn't feel as bad for her as he did for Lucy, though. Sofia could hold her own and, sure, Lucy was a strong girl, but Luca worried more about her. She was almost like a younger sister, and he just wanted to protect her. Jonathan was a pompous cheating man-whore. Lucy deserved a hell of a lot better.
He only realized that he had sunk into thoughts of hatred when Hadyn started to say something about pregnancy. He wasn't sure he had heard her right, so his eyes snapped to her face again, analyzing it for any signs of contradiction. There were none. He had heard her right, and now he was worried. He was straightening up in the bed, looking at her face with utmost concern. He wasn't about to yell at her; she just pulled another jagged piece out of her box of deep dark secrets.
"I-I don't know if it's Jon or - or --"
"Or mine," Luca finished for her, his breath quiet.
She had no idea what had happened with her and Jon; poor thing had been drunk as hell and hadn't know what was going on. Luca suddenly wished that he had been the drunken fling and Jon the rapist, but he couldn't change time now. Not without a time turner, and he knew the Ministry wouldn't give him one for something like this. But... the baby. It was an 'unclean' child either way, and Luca's heart wrenched at the thought of it. The child was just like he was, and he, all of a sudden, felt compassion for it, be it the snake's child or the lion's. Luca didn't know who's baby it was, and Hadyn didn't either... But Luca did know one thing: He felt something for Hadyn and the child within her at that exact moment.
"Don't apologize for something that isn't your fault," Luca said. He knew she'd be surprised when he gripped both of her small hands in one of his own. And she'd most certainly be surprised at the caring tone in his voice or the look on his face. His deep brown eyes were filled with a sincerity that words could not describe, but he meant it. He meant it so very much. "It's in the hands of Jon and I for taking advantage of you. Whatever you do, do not blame yourself or feel that this is your fault. And whoever's kid that is, I'm not angry. I... can't be. Not when it's like me."
Hadyn knew of Luca's rough past. She knew that he was an unclean child to most of the gypsies back in his community. So he'd know she'd make the connection, or at least come close to it, and tell just how sincere he really was. He may have been born and raised a gypsy boy, but he sure as hell learned a lot on his own.
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