Pyxis stared down at her hands and moved them to the bedspread, gripping it tightly. She let her eyes slide shut and groaned in disgust at herself. She hated it, this constant feeling of being dirty. She hadn't told Anscom yet, and she couldn't tell anyone else. She moved her hands to her stomach and her eyes opened again to stare at herself. She was filthy. Inside of her was something she didn't want, not with anyone, especially not with Anscom! How could she let this happen? Dirty, dirty, dirty, she could feel the tears sliding down her cheeks. How could she tell Anscom? She didn't want it inside of her, no. She never wanted children. Having to take care of Noah was quite enough, she didn't need her own child. She let out a heart-broken sob as her stomach churned painfully, and she knew what would come next.

Within a flash, she jumped up and hurried to the bathroom. She threw the door open with a bang and collapsed by the toilet, emptying her stomach contents into the bowl as she sobbed heart-brokenly. She hated throwing up more than anything else in the world, it was the worst form of being sick - and now she would have to keep throwing up for a reason that she didn't want. A baby. With Anscom. She didn't even love Anscom. She loved Parker. And yet here she was, vomiting into the toilet with some baby inside of her that she wished would go away. But, Pyxis had always been strongly opposed to abortion. And now she wasn't even sure what to feel anymore. She let out another sob before continuing to vomit.

Parker way laying in his bed, staring at the wall. He didn't even know what time it was, he hardly cared either. He just wasn't tired. He hadn't been tired for days now, he didn't know why. During the day all he wanted was to sleep, shut his mind off, but the moment he tried to rest, his mind flooded with thoughts of this and that and why and how? Well, most of those thoughts centered around Pyxis. And whoever the hell that guy was that had suddenly become a part of her life. Parker turned onto his other side, his back to the wall. He didn't care, why should he? Pyxis was allowed to be around other people. Maybe he was just upset because beside the few school friends he hardly spoke to, he didn't have anyone. The closest person he had was Pyxis, even if they argued all the time and probably wanted nothing to do with him now after that whole ordeal. It was his faut, he had been angry, he was still bothered by it, even after these few months. While in the mean time she met some guy that he guessed she was dating. He didn't like that guy for whatever reason. He seemed nice enough. But a lot of people seemed things. He just didn't want Pyxis to get hurt.

Parker sighed, turning onto his back before sitting up. He pulled himself out of bed, wrapping his thin robe around him. He looked around his room, not knowing what exactly he wanted to do. But he just made his way out of his room, bare feet padding against the floor slowly as he went down the hall. He kind of wanted to talk to Pyxis, even though they hadn't talked much lately. It was probably too late to talk anyways...she'd be sleeping. He stopped and looked to his right, at her door, silently listening if there was any movement. He waited for sometime before he finally heard something and he came closer to the door. He leaned his head lightly against the doorframe before bringing his hand up and knocking lightly.

The taste in Pyxis' mouth afterwards was enough to send her being sick, but she managed to avoid that. Immediately, she summoned a glass and filled it with water, downing that and almost choking with the force she threw it back against her throat. Her face looked pale and drawn, her eyes were bloodshot and red from crying, and she looked so, so tired and sick. Pyxis stared at her reflection and leant over the sink as she felt nausea wave over her again. She hated this. Her hand moved down to the non-existant bump and she stared at it. Wasn't a mother meant to love their child, no matter whose it was or how much they didn't want kids? She'd always thought that was the case. A mother's love was stronger than any magic, apparently. But she didn't love this thing. She didn't want it at all. She did care that it was Anscom's, and she didn't want children. She sighed heavily. Kill it now and it was like it never existed at all, she reasoned with herself. But was she a monster? Would she kill a baby? She didn't even know anymore.

She heard a faint knock on the door. Her body tensed and she turned towards it, moving out of her bathroom and peering at the door. Heck, she didn't even care who it was as the nausea returned and she ran to the toilet, gagging violently and letting out another sob. "Go away!" She called hoarsely between vomiting and gagging. Her body slumped as she placed both hands on her stomach and wished the child wasn't there. She didn't care who it was, and she knew they'd probably just come in due to her insisting them go away - people tended to do that - she just desperately hoped that it wasn't the one person she would care if it was them. Parker. Please, dear Merlin don't let it be Parker, she thought.

As Parker stood there, head against the door frame, his hand dropped to his side again and he felt his eyes droop a little. Although he felt tired, he knew the moment he actually laid down, he'd be restless. Maybe just checking in on Pyx to see if she was even willing to talk to him or not would help him to sleep. He sighed, not hearing anymore movement from inside. She probably was still asleep and he'd not actually heard anything, or she just wanted to be alone.

He raised his head off the door frame, standing upright about to turn back to his room when he heard sounds from inside again. He grew concerned when she called out for him to go away, and moved closer to the door, leaning his ear against it to try to hear better. He knocked lightly again, feeling panic start to form in his gut. "Pyxis....Pyxis are you okay in there?" He then asked softly, hoping she'd answer him.

Pyxis was so fucking sick and tired of it all. She felt like this huge weight had been dumped on her shoulders and she just wanted to be carefree. She realised with a jolt that she'd never gotten a chance to really be excited about the future, imagine her life and just... be a young adult. Because Parker had left her, and she'd been so confused and she'd let her heart go too young. And now here she was on the bathroom floor, accidentally pregnant - something she'd NEVER imagined happening to her - and living life with no idea what the future held for her other than pain and a lot of anger. She was so tired of being angry all the time, but it was just natural for her really. Like second nature. To just get angry and want to throw something.

She heard Noah whimper slightly and suddenly wanted to throw something at the stupid baby. Why couldn't it shut the FUCK up and leave her alone? She was vomiting for crying out loud and having a major break-down, she didn't need him to start crying. Luckily for her, it seemed he was just whimpering about something in his dream and soon she could hear him lightly snoring again. She felt a few locks of hair slide down her face, and she held them back as more tears poured. In a moment where she was allowed to catch her breath, she heard a soft voice but couldn't understand whose it was. Probably a woman's due to the soft way they spoke. She didn't care. "GO AWAY!" She yelled out again.

He felts his eyes droop slightly, feeling so tired and worn out, and sick of it all. Lately he'd physically felt sick, and he had a feeling he did that to himself with the amount of stress he always put on himself. It was supid that he did, but he needed to. He needed to just consume himself with work so he never had the time to thing or worry about himself and the young adulthood he missed out on. He didn't give himself time to think about his future either, and as frustrating as that was, he just needed to let things happen. there was no other way to go about things at the moment.

His ear against the door, he could hear the sounds Noah was making and he was getting increasingly worried. He tapped his fingers against the door lightly, his anxiety rising. He jolted away from the door when she yelled, his hand wrapping around the handle. "Pyxis!" he shouted back, not daring to just barge in.

Pyxis banged her head against the toilet seat, ignoring the pain that coursed through her body as she did so. She let out an aggravated groan - because she knew the voice now. Damnit, why was it always him? Whenever she wanted it to not be him, it was him. She groaned again at the pain that made more tears spill down her cheeks. She lifted a hand and placed it over the small bump that she could feel rapidly growing on her forehead and she let out a sigh. What the hell, she couldn't even be bothered replying. She just wanted to lay there and wait until he went away. Maybe if she was quiet enough, he'd think she was okay and leave her the fuck alone.

She clamped a hand over her mouth and swallowed against the vomit that rose in her throat, almost gagging at the taste. She rested her head against the toilet and her eyes slid shut as she waited to hear his footsteps retreating. She'd heard his hand twist the handle, and she prayed he'd let go. Just go away, she thought angrily. Noah whimpered again.