Page 2 of Psycho Saints

Tyrone sighed, his dark eyes fixed on me. "You need to tell us now about the morning after pill, although it sounds like you don't want to take it."

I closed my eyes, memories of Lily flooding my mind. My sweet baby girl, stolen from me so cruelly. The thought of getting rid of a potential life growing inside me... My stomach churned.

"I don't think I can do it," I admitted, my voice cracking. "Knowing I could be getting rid of a potential life in me... I just can't." I opened my eyes, meeting Tyrone's gaze.

“The morning after pill doesn’t work like that,” Julian stated. “If you’re already pregnant, it won’t do anything from my understanding. You’ll need the medical abortion pills.”

I looked at him, my stomach dropping. So the morning after pill was pointless anyway considering everything.

I felt trapped, cornered by my own emotions and the impossible situation I found myself in. Kenny's warmth in my lap was the only comfort I had as I faced the reality of my decision. I also knew if I was feeling like that now, then I couldn't abort it either if I wound up being pregnant. I wasn't about to share that with them though, I'd just have to hope upon hope that I had dodged falling pregnant. And the implications on if I was pregnant… I didn't even want to think about what that would mean.

Tyrone's expression softened slightly, his dark eyes meeting mine. "I understand," he said, his voice low and steady.

The weight of the situation pressed down on me, suffocating. I needed space, time to process everything that had happened. My voice came out small and uncertain. "Can I go to my room?"

Tyrone nodded, his face impassive once more. "Go."

I rose from my chair, cradling Kenny against my chest. His warm, furry body provided a small comfort as I turned away from the brothers. Julian's fingers slipped from my hair, the loss of contact both a relief and a strange disappointment.

My legs felt weak as I headed for the stairs, each step an effort. Kenny purred softly in my arms, oblivious to the turmoil swirling inside me. I focused on his rhythmic vibrations, using them to ground myself as I climbed.

The silence behind me was deafening. I could feel their eyes on my back, watching my retreat. Part of me wanted to run, to flee from this nightmare I found myself in. But where would I go? The reality of my situation crashed over me anew with each step I took.

I could be carrying a new life, one still forming inside me, and the thought was both exhilarating and terrifying.

I retreated to my room, my mind a mess. The thought of losing another child, even one barely formed, tore at my heart. Memories of Lily, so small and fragile, flashed through my mind continuously now. I couldn't bear the thought of going through that pain again.

Yet, the reality of who the father might be left me feeling sick. Cristian's betrayal stung deep, but the possibility of carrying a child fathered by any of the brothers was equally unsettling. They were a crime family, men of blood and power, with murder in their veins, and they’d raped me. I knew I should consider terminating the pregnancy if it was true, freeing myself from this twisted situation when my term with them ended. But something held me back, a primal instinct I couldn't ignore.

I just had to wait it out, see if it was just a scare.

I sank onto the bed, burying my face in Kenny's soft fur, his body vibrating with his gentle purrs. The door creaked open, and I looked up to see Julian entering, his expression a mix of concern and hesitation.

"Hey," he said softly, closing the door behind him. "I'm ordering dinner. Thought you might want some company."

I nodded, not trusting my voice. Julian sat beside me, careful not to disturb Kenny.

"I know you must be feeling conflicted about all this," he continued, his voice low and strangely soothing. "If you want to talk about it, I'm here to listen."

I took a shaky breath. "I don't know what to do. I can't... I can't go through losing another child. But this situation..." I trailed off, unable to put my tumultuous thoughts into words.

Julian's hand found mine, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I understand. It's a lot to process. We'll figure it out. Besides, you might not even be pregnant."

I looked at him, searching his face. All I saw was genuine concern. Despite everything, I felt a small measure of comfort in his presence.

"Okay," I whispered, leaning into him slightly. "I just need some time to think. Cristian…"

I felt the tears welling up in my eyes as I continued. "I just... I feel so betrayed. I thought things had changed with Cristian. I thought we were..." I trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.

Julian's arm tightened around me. "I understand, Scarlet. What he did... it affects us all. It's not something we can forgive lightly."

I nodded, wiping away a stray tear. "And Tyrone? What will he do?" I couldn't help that a part of me wondered what would happen if I was pregnant and didn't abort. Cristian apparently wanted this, but would Tyrone decide to get rid of it? Make me vanish completely? I banished the dark thought, a part of me not believing he could do such a thing.

Julian sighed. "He's fuming. The possibilities of this situation... Tyrone likes control, and this throws everything into chaos."

We sat in silence for a moment, the weight of it all pressing down on us. Kenny purred softly in my lap, oblivious.

"I know Cristian's mind is... warped," Julian said softly, breaking the silence. "After what happened to him, he's never been the same."