Shreds of Innocence

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Summary: Quinn had never been one to act impulsively and passionately, but when it came to Logan he somehow found a way for her to break all her rules. But as she starred at the hated pink plus sign, she couldn’t help but wonder, how had it gotten this far?

A/N: Okay to those who are reading my other Quinn/Logan story (The simplicity of bliss) I will be updating soon, but in one of my reviews someone kind of pitched me this idea, and then it kind of became an itch that I needed to scratch. So here is my newest story, hope everyone enjoys, please review! Good or bad I want to know what you think!!

Quinn violently shook the small plastic stick held in tightly in her hands. She had simply 60 seconds to wait to find out the fate of her future. 60 seconds of torture before she found out the truth that would literally affect her until the day she died.

Quinn wasn’t really sure how she had gotten to this point so early in her life. It was all happening so fast. She had, as every normal girl had, imagined a moment like this in her life many times, somehow though this exact picture had never come to her mind.

In her imagination, such an event had never involved a public bathroom, while she sat alone in a grey coloured stall. Her fingers trembled slightly as she grasped the white plastic stick tightly in her fingers.

A small image was beginning to form but it was far from finished. Quinn let out an exasperated breath. She was done with this waiting; she just wanted to know the truth. She wanted to know how much of a consequence their actions were going to receive.

“It was your eyes.” His voice came out raspy as he slowly pulled her closer to his being. She merely looked at him, a slight look of confusion sprawled across her features. He slowly tugged on her earlobe with his teeth, breathing in deeply before elaborating.

“It was your eyes that always got me, right from the start.” He was now working his way slowly down her neck; she moved her head back as to allow him more access. Between his light kisses he continued, “Even when I couldn’t stand you, one look in your eyes and I was a goner.” He reached the corner of her mouth, “They were always so intense.” His lips were then placed upon hers.

After that it was a blur. He needed to be loved so badly by someone who saw him for himself, and there was Quinn to do it so easily for him. Just one touch from her smooth hands had a way of soothing his spirit. It was not odd for Quinn anymore to hear a confession like this slip from his lips, it had become almost routine during these times they had together.

Though as he slowly unbuttoned the top of her shirt all thoughts of confession flew from her mind. They spent this night like so many others, together. They made slow passionate love, wrapped in their own secret world.

Quinn’s mind was brought back out from her memories as the image was almost fully formed. Her stomach muscles were beginning to tighten in a most unpleasant way. There was too much pink in the small area where the picture was suppose to form. This was not boding well for her.

The tears that had been building since four weeks ago when her period had been late. She had brushed it off as her hormones had been in a series of new developments, but still it worried her. And now four weeks later with still no results she was absolutely terrified. She knew of some girls who skipped their periods some months all the time. She had literally prayed on her hands and knees for this just to be the case.

Though as she viciously shook the plastic stick in her hands her hopes seemed to be dashing each second. The tears that she had been holding back for so long were slowly leaking out of her eyes. How was this happening to her! She had always been so responsible, so smart.

As the picture came into full view in front of her eyes her whole world stopped. It was as if father time had called a holiday from his duties and everything and everyone was stuck in time. As she stared hard at the tiny pink picture she had no thoughts, no emotions, not anything.

If it had not been starring her blatantly in the face she would not have believed it. That she Quinn Pensky would ever allow herself to get this carried away with a boy at her age. But as she continued her pointless shaking of the hated plastic stick, the image did not disappear and she was forced to face the inevitable truth.

Suddenly, time seemed to be catching up with the moments it had lost. Images and emotions shot through Quinn at lightning speed. Her head became dizzy with panic, her tears long forgotten. Her heart was beating rapidly, a small sweat building on her forehead. Her blood seemed to literally freeze inside of herself, her whole body beginning to shake horribly. The white plastic stick fell from her fingers grasp. Her stomach clenched painfully and Quinn barely turned around in time to empty her stomach’s contents inside the toilet.

She wretched painfully and violently a few times, her meals from the past week seemed to be coming up on her. As she vomited into the toilet the tears came back in full force. How had she let this happen? How could of she and Logan been so careless in their acts of love?

Eventually her stomach calmed down enough for her to sit back. She slowly picked back up the small plastic stick that had found its way to the floor. She flipped it over in her fingers, looking at the spiteful image one more time.

This being the third one she had taken this week. As always taught in science class, for the best results repeat the experiment three times.

Three times she had gone through this process. This time was no different from the others.

And there it was, starring her in the face. That hated pink plus sign. There was no more point in denying it.

Quinn Pensky was pregnant.

a/n: Well there you go! Quinn is pregnant! Gasp!! Anyways, hope you all enjoy, a long road ahead, hope everyone enjoys, please review!!