Mature: Twenty

Chuck mimicked Jared and got up from the table, leaving Millie and Jackson alone. He glanced at her, raising his eyebrows. “I’m sorry—”

Millie cut him off quickly, “No. Save it.” 

“So … how far along are you?” He asked to change the subject. 

“About two and a half months.” Millie replied silently. 

“Do you know if it’s a boy or a girl?” 

“No. I’m not sure. But I want it … I don’t wanna know. I just wanna give him or her to a better family.” 

“What’s wrong with your family?”

“Um … that would be me and Jared. That’s not what I want for my baby.”

“But I thought you and Jared were … you know, together well before. Or something.” 

Millie looked up suddenly and Jackson flinched involuntarily. “Jackson.” Mille whispered fiercely, “Jared … raped me. No, that’s not … that’s not the right way to say it. Jared … tortured me … into sex.” 

“Huh? What? No. He … he told me you guys just did it.” 

“I mean, we did but …” her voice trailed off. 

“What?” 

“I hadn’t wanted to. And he was drunk. So it was rape.”

Suddenly, there was a loud clatter as dishes hit the floor. Millie and Jackson looked up to see Mona, a fake smile plastered on her face. Still, they could both see the abhorrence in her eyes. Apparently, she can understand everything's that is going on despite her only speaking German. Maybe she’s … more observant than they though. Jackson motioned her to come forward.

He pulled out his wallet, picked up a twenty dollar bill and held it between his fingers. “You heard nothing.” Jackson ordered and she nodded, taking the money and pacing out.

The End

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