24-12-2018, 01:41 PM
Consequences Pt. 25
Jen rushed home, stopping at a drugstore along the way to buy a pregnancy test. Frankie was there when she got home, making dinner. She ignored him and went into her bedroom, locking the door.
She did the test. The box had 2 sticks so she did it again, to make sure. The result was the same both times. She was pregnant.
"Oh god," she said under her breath. "Oh god ..."
Frankie knocked at her door. "Jen babe are you okay?"
Her head was spinning. She didn't want to face him, she couldn't deal with him right now. "Um, Frankie honey, I'm not feeling well, would you mind staying at the Bronx apartment tonight?"
"Oh okay," he said sounding surprised and disappointed. They'd practically been living together, they'd spent every night together since the Memphis pitch. "Can I see you before I go?"
Jen reluctantly went out. She forced a smile and gave him a quick hug and kiss. "I have a really bad migraine," she lied.
Disappointment was all over his face. He hugged and kissed Jen and then reluctantly left.
"God ..." Jen sighed as she wearily collapsed on the sofa. She put her head in her hands and started crying. How could she be so stupid?
It had to be Frankie's. He was the only man she'd had intercourse with since her last period. She'd been with Joe that one night. But he'd used condoms and was sterile anyway. It had to be Frankie.
How could she have been so stupid? She'd let Frankie cum in her around when she was ovulating. And she'd let him bareback inside her other times. He'd pulled out, but a man's precum can get you pregnant, he doesn't have to cum inside you.
Mike had given his permission for her to see other men, but he'd explicitly said no Frankie. And now she was pregnant with his baby. How could she have let this happen?
She felt her life spiraling out of control. Her mom always called her a fuck up and that's exactly what she was. She imagined Mike getting out of jail, taking one look at her and dumping her. She cried harder at that thought. Then her thoughts went to what the government might be doing to him at that moment, her worries they might not let him go for a long time, and she cried even harder.
She finally settled down. For the first time in her life she seriously considered abortion. She'd thought about it after Tom, but now she seriously considered it. But could she do it? Take an innocent baby's life, all because she was a fuck up? As she struggled with it she started crying again.
Mike was handcuffed and dragged to a concrete room. There were two chairs, he was pushed into one of them and tied up so he couldn't move. "What's going on?" he asked the two men in the army fatigues. The men didn't answer.
Another man in handcuffs was brought in and pushed into the other chair. He looked to be an Arab or Afghanistan. Colonel Banks walked in. "This is Mohammad Mike," Banks said motioning to the Arab man. "He's like you, he hasn't cooperated."
Suddenly three big men grabbed Mohammad. They tied him to the chair and threw a black hood over his head. They forced a funnel down his throat and leaned the chair back. Then they gushed water down the funnel. Mohammad struggled, his arms and legs flailing. At first he was able to cough the water out, but then it flowed down his throat into his lungs, making him feel like he was drowning. Finally they stopped the water flow. They took out the funnel and let his chair down. He coughed and threw up over the floor. After giving Mohammad a chance to catch his breath, they tipped the chair back and started over again.
"Water boarding's illegal!" Mike yelled, his eyes wide at what he was seeing not 2 feet away from him.
"I can do anything I want to terrorists!" Colonel Banks said. "Talk! Confess you leaked classified information!"
"You have no evidence!" Mike insisted, fear all over his face.
"Fuck evidence!" Banks growled. "Confess or you'll get the same as Mohammad!"
Mohammad was retching on the floor. A moment later they tipped his chair back again, pushed the funnel down his throat, gushed water into his lungs again.
"Is that what you want Andrews?!" Banks hissed, pointing at the waterboarding of the Arab terrorist.
Mike looked Colonel Banks in the eye, more scared than ever in his life. He said "I'm not a terrorist."
Colonel Banks shook his head, looking pityingly at Mike. He said to his men "Bag him."
"No!" Mike yelled and he immediately struggled against the ropes. Everything went dark as the black hood went over his head. He was terrified as he waited for the waterboarding to begin. Under the hood he heard them take Mohammad out of the room. He heard people around him, he braced himself for what was to come. The wait made the terror even worse.
Finally he felt hands on him. He yelled and struggled, then he realized they weren't tipping his chair over, they weren't shoving a funnel down his throat. They untied the ropes and roughly walked him back to his cell. They threw him in and slammed the metal door shut.
Jen's iPhone rang. She grimaced at the screen, both because it was cracked (she hadn't had the energy to fix it), and because it was Frankie.
She'd avoided him the last few days. But she couldn't do that forever. "Hello?" she tentatively said.
"Hey babe," Frankie said. "Can I come over tonight?"
Jen hesitated and then finally said, "Okay, yeah."
They had an awkward uncomfortable dinner. Afterwards when they were sitting on the sofa Frankie said "What's wrong Jen?" He didn't understand what was going on. Everything had been going good, they'd been practically living together, and then suddenly nothing.
"Frankie ..." she said not able to look him in the eyes. "I'm pregnant."
Frankie didn't say anything at first, processing this. Then he said "Is it mine?"
"I think so ..." Jen said.
To his credit, Frankie managed to keep a straight serious face. But inside he was rejoicing! She was pregnant with his baby! This was what he wanted! This would let him be a part of her life, permanently!
Keeping his real intentions to himself, he squeezed her hand and said "I'm here for you Jen. I'll go with you to the abortion clinic."
"I can't do that Frankie," Jen said looking desperate and trapped. She knew all the arguments, she didn't blame other girls who got abortions. It just wasn't something she could do.
"You're going to have the baby?" he asked, keeping his relief and joy out of his face.
She nodded. "I'm so scared Frankie," Jen said tears falling down her cheeks. "What will I tell Mike?"
He tenderly brushed the tears away with his thumbs. "Mike said you could play, right?" he said gently. "Sometimes accidents happen, he'll understand."
"But ... he told me not to see you," she admitted. "He likes you," she hurriedly added. "But he saw us getting close ... he knew I had feelings for you ...."
"Jen has feelings for me!" Drums said to himself, his heart leaping. "Maybe we do have a future together!"
Still keeping his feelings to himself, he said "You're going through a lot, I'm just a friend from college helping out, he'll understand that."
"You really think so?" Jen asked hopefully. "Frankie, when Mike comes home, you won't make trouble right?"
"Of course I won't babe, no drama remember?" he said smiling reassuringly at her. "The people on the news though ... they say Mike could be in jail a long time, years --."
"Don't say that!" Jen snapped.
"I'm not saying it's going to happen," he said quickly. "I'm just saying, I don't know ... maybe you need to prepare for that."
He pulled Jen into his arms, comforting her. "I'm sure Mike'll be home soon," he said soothingly. But he hoped the opposite. Mike was his friend – sort of – but he didn't care about friendship. He hoped the government would keep Mike in jail a long time so he could have his wife all to himself.
Frankie held Jen a long time. He tenderly kissed the top of her head. He worked his lips down her cheeks and kissed her lips. At first Jen didn't respond, then she kissed him back.
But after a few moments she pulled away. "I can't Frankie, not anymore," she said.
"Okay, I understand," he said. He was disappointed but knew better than to press things. There was always tomorrow or the next day. Mike was in jail and he was here. He just had to be patient.
He put his arm around her. "I'll just sit with you okay?" he said.
They sat in silence, his arm around her. Finally Jen said "I think you should go."
"Do you really think you should be alone?" he asked.
"I'll be okay," she assured him. She'd done so many terrible things, she had to end this. Drums reluctantly left. Jen cried herself to sleep.
Jen met with Sam the next day. "Is there any news?" she asked anxiously.
"The pressure on the government is mounting," Sam said. "I met with Jasmine Kelly, you know the CNN reporter? She's supportive of Mike, she's talking to people in Congress."
Jen nodded slowly. She felt insecure around the reporter. Jasmine was blonde, beautiful, successful, big busted and almost 4 years younger. But Jasmine was helping to get Mike released. If she'd been standing there Jen would get on her knees and kiss Jasmine's feet.
"How can they keep holding Mike Sam?" Jen asked desperately. "They have no evidence, they haven't even charged him with anything right?"
"The government got a big black eye with Liberty-gate," Sam explained. "They're scrambling for cover, that's why they're calling Mike a terrorist."
"But they have no evidence!" Jen cried.
"When it comes to national security, the government has a lot of power, they don't need evidence," Sam said. "You've heard the stories about Gitmo right? Prisoners there have been held for years, all without trial." He squeezed his friend's hand. "Jen, we might not see Mike for a long time."
Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months. One day Allie came into Jen's office and plopped into her chair. "God I can't wait for this baby to get here," Allie lamented. "I'm big as a house."
Jen knew Allie was due any day. And she WAS really big, although of course she'd never say that to her BFF. Jen wondered how big SHE was going to get, she was only now starting to show (although she was hiding it with loose clothes.)
"Are you okay Jen?" Allie asked. "Anything you want to tell me?"
"Um, no, what do you mean?" Jen asked playing dumb.
"Jen, there are rumors, people have seen you with another man," Allie said gently. "And honey ... you look like you've gained weight."
Jen rushed home, stopping at a drugstore along the way to buy a pregnancy test. Frankie was there when she got home, making dinner. She ignored him and went into her bedroom, locking the door.
She did the test. The box had 2 sticks so she did it again, to make sure. The result was the same both times. She was pregnant.
"Oh god," she said under her breath. "Oh god ..."
Frankie knocked at her door. "Jen babe are you okay?"
Her head was spinning. She didn't want to face him, she couldn't deal with him right now. "Um, Frankie honey, I'm not feeling well, would you mind staying at the Bronx apartment tonight?"
"Oh okay," he said sounding surprised and disappointed. They'd practically been living together, they'd spent every night together since the Memphis pitch. "Can I see you before I go?"
Jen reluctantly went out. She forced a smile and gave him a quick hug and kiss. "I have a really bad migraine," she lied.
Disappointment was all over his face. He hugged and kissed Jen and then reluctantly left.
"God ..." Jen sighed as she wearily collapsed on the sofa. She put her head in her hands and started crying. How could she be so stupid?
It had to be Frankie's. He was the only man she'd had intercourse with since her last period. She'd been with Joe that one night. But he'd used condoms and was sterile anyway. It had to be Frankie.
How could she have been so stupid? She'd let Frankie cum in her around when she was ovulating. And she'd let him bareback inside her other times. He'd pulled out, but a man's precum can get you pregnant, he doesn't have to cum inside you.
Mike had given his permission for her to see other men, but he'd explicitly said no Frankie. And now she was pregnant with his baby. How could she have let this happen?
She felt her life spiraling out of control. Her mom always called her a fuck up and that's exactly what she was. She imagined Mike getting out of jail, taking one look at her and dumping her. She cried harder at that thought. Then her thoughts went to what the government might be doing to him at that moment, her worries they might not let him go for a long time, and she cried even harder.
She finally settled down. For the first time in her life she seriously considered abortion. She'd thought about it after Tom, but now she seriously considered it. But could she do it? Take an innocent baby's life, all because she was a fuck up? As she struggled with it she started crying again.
Mike was handcuffed and dragged to a concrete room. There were two chairs, he was pushed into one of them and tied up so he couldn't move. "What's going on?" he asked the two men in the army fatigues. The men didn't answer.
Another man in handcuffs was brought in and pushed into the other chair. He looked to be an Arab or Afghanistan. Colonel Banks walked in. "This is Mohammad Mike," Banks said motioning to the Arab man. "He's like you, he hasn't cooperated."
Suddenly three big men grabbed Mohammad. They tied him to the chair and threw a black hood over his head. They forced a funnel down his throat and leaned the chair back. Then they gushed water down the funnel. Mohammad struggled, his arms and legs flailing. At first he was able to cough the water out, but then it flowed down his throat into his lungs, making him feel like he was drowning. Finally they stopped the water flow. They took out the funnel and let his chair down. He coughed and threw up over the floor. After giving Mohammad a chance to catch his breath, they tipped the chair back and started over again.
"Water boarding's illegal!" Mike yelled, his eyes wide at what he was seeing not 2 feet away from him.
"I can do anything I want to terrorists!" Colonel Banks said. "Talk! Confess you leaked classified information!"
"You have no evidence!" Mike insisted, fear all over his face.
"Fuck evidence!" Banks growled. "Confess or you'll get the same as Mohammad!"
Mohammad was retching on the floor. A moment later they tipped his chair back again, pushed the funnel down his throat, gushed water into his lungs again.
"Is that what you want Andrews?!" Banks hissed, pointing at the waterboarding of the Arab terrorist.
Mike looked Colonel Banks in the eye, more scared than ever in his life. He said "I'm not a terrorist."
Colonel Banks shook his head, looking pityingly at Mike. He said to his men "Bag him."
"No!" Mike yelled and he immediately struggled against the ropes. Everything went dark as the black hood went over his head. He was terrified as he waited for the waterboarding to begin. Under the hood he heard them take Mohammad out of the room. He heard people around him, he braced himself for what was to come. The wait made the terror even worse.
Finally he felt hands on him. He yelled and struggled, then he realized they weren't tipping his chair over, they weren't shoving a funnel down his throat. They untied the ropes and roughly walked him back to his cell. They threw him in and slammed the metal door shut.
Jen's iPhone rang. She grimaced at the screen, both because it was cracked (she hadn't had the energy to fix it), and because it was Frankie.
She'd avoided him the last few days. But she couldn't do that forever. "Hello?" she tentatively said.
"Hey babe," Frankie said. "Can I come over tonight?"
Jen hesitated and then finally said, "Okay, yeah."
They had an awkward uncomfortable dinner. Afterwards when they were sitting on the sofa Frankie said "What's wrong Jen?" He didn't understand what was going on. Everything had been going good, they'd been practically living together, and then suddenly nothing.
"Frankie ..." she said not able to look him in the eyes. "I'm pregnant."
Frankie didn't say anything at first, processing this. Then he said "Is it mine?"
"I think so ..." Jen said.
To his credit, Frankie managed to keep a straight serious face. But inside he was rejoicing! She was pregnant with his baby! This was what he wanted! This would let him be a part of her life, permanently!
Keeping his real intentions to himself, he squeezed her hand and said "I'm here for you Jen. I'll go with you to the abortion clinic."
"I can't do that Frankie," Jen said looking desperate and trapped. She knew all the arguments, she didn't blame other girls who got abortions. It just wasn't something she could do.
"You're going to have the baby?" he asked, keeping his relief and joy out of his face.
She nodded. "I'm so scared Frankie," Jen said tears falling down her cheeks. "What will I tell Mike?"
He tenderly brushed the tears away with his thumbs. "Mike said you could play, right?" he said gently. "Sometimes accidents happen, he'll understand."
"But ... he told me not to see you," she admitted. "He likes you," she hurriedly added. "But he saw us getting close ... he knew I had feelings for you ...."
"Jen has feelings for me!" Drums said to himself, his heart leaping. "Maybe we do have a future together!"
Still keeping his feelings to himself, he said "You're going through a lot, I'm just a friend from college helping out, he'll understand that."
"You really think so?" Jen asked hopefully. "Frankie, when Mike comes home, you won't make trouble right?"
"Of course I won't babe, no drama remember?" he said smiling reassuringly at her. "The people on the news though ... they say Mike could be in jail a long time, years --."
"Don't say that!" Jen snapped.
"I'm not saying it's going to happen," he said quickly. "I'm just saying, I don't know ... maybe you need to prepare for that."
He pulled Jen into his arms, comforting her. "I'm sure Mike'll be home soon," he said soothingly. But he hoped the opposite. Mike was his friend – sort of – but he didn't care about friendship. He hoped the government would keep Mike in jail a long time so he could have his wife all to himself.
Frankie held Jen a long time. He tenderly kissed the top of her head. He worked his lips down her cheeks and kissed her lips. At first Jen didn't respond, then she kissed him back.
But after a few moments she pulled away. "I can't Frankie, not anymore," she said.
"Okay, I understand," he said. He was disappointed but knew better than to press things. There was always tomorrow or the next day. Mike was in jail and he was here. He just had to be patient.
He put his arm around her. "I'll just sit with you okay?" he said.
They sat in silence, his arm around her. Finally Jen said "I think you should go."
"Do you really think you should be alone?" he asked.
"I'll be okay," she assured him. She'd done so many terrible things, she had to end this. Drums reluctantly left. Jen cried herself to sleep.
Jen met with Sam the next day. "Is there any news?" she asked anxiously.
"The pressure on the government is mounting," Sam said. "I met with Jasmine Kelly, you know the CNN reporter? She's supportive of Mike, she's talking to people in Congress."
Jen nodded slowly. She felt insecure around the reporter. Jasmine was blonde, beautiful, successful, big busted and almost 4 years younger. But Jasmine was helping to get Mike released. If she'd been standing there Jen would get on her knees and kiss Jasmine's feet.
"How can they keep holding Mike Sam?" Jen asked desperately. "They have no evidence, they haven't even charged him with anything right?"
"The government got a big black eye with Liberty-gate," Sam explained. "They're scrambling for cover, that's why they're calling Mike a terrorist."
"But they have no evidence!" Jen cried.
"When it comes to national security, the government has a lot of power, they don't need evidence," Sam said. "You've heard the stories about Gitmo right? Prisoners there have been held for years, all without trial." He squeezed his friend's hand. "Jen, we might not see Mike for a long time."
Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months. One day Allie came into Jen's office and plopped into her chair. "God I can't wait for this baby to get here," Allie lamented. "I'm big as a house."
Jen knew Allie was due any day. And she WAS really big, although of course she'd never say that to her BFF. Jen wondered how big SHE was going to get, she was only now starting to show (although she was hiding it with loose clothes.)
"Are you okay Jen?" Allie asked. "Anything you want to tell me?"
"Um, no, what do you mean?" Jen asked playing dumb.
"Jen, there are rumors, people have seen you with another man," Allie said gently. "And honey ... you look like you've gained weight."
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