AN: This chapter contains the sensitive issue of abortion. Please, do not take this in any way negative, for it is only mentioned.

I slumped against the glass of the phone booth, My shoulders shook, no, my entire body shook. The rain was like bullets against the sides of the booth. There I was, completely alone. A brown paper bag was crushed in my hand, and a part of it was ripped, where a pointed corner of a box was revealed.

Everything was true. The three pregnancy tests confirmed it. My belly was even beginning to swell. I... I just couldn't believe it.

I had stormed out of the house, I am pretty sure the big guy made a grab for me, but the professor had stopped him. I wish he would of kept me there, though. Being at home is a crazy mother, a silent father and three freaks enclosed in a small house was better than being all alone, with nothing and no one, in a cold phone booth. I didn't know if I would take it. I didn't even know what was going on. My baby, my baby was...is...a mutant.

That explains the voices.

My butt was wet from the floor and the only thing i had on was cotton pajamas. The bottom of my pants were completely soaked and muddy. It was cold, colder than normal, frost was forming on the windows. Frost in April, it was stupid... I tried to stand up, but my legs failed on me, and I fell. My knees stung in pain and my hands clenched as they touched the cold ground. I forced myself up and inserted a few coins that i found in the pocket of my pajamas. I had enough for one call.

"Mom?" I asked as soon as the call picked up.

"Celeste? Where the hell are you?" She sounded harsh.

"In a phone booth. I... Mom... I- I took three test, they are all positive," I could barely speak. All I could gather from her screaming was a few curse words. "What should I do, Mom?" I was completely and utterly confused, I really didn't know. i needed something, someone to guide me.

"Get rid of it!" She seethed in response. I stopped breathing, I didn't expect that.

"What do you mean, 'get rid of it'? What are you saying? Mom?"

I heard a sharp breath on her end. "Cel, I am saying that you cannot bring that monstrosity into the world. This is not natural! You listen to me, missy-" I hung up, my entire arm shook.

'Get rid of it! You cannot bring that monstrosity into the world! This is not natural!' Her voice rung through my head louder than the twelve o'clock bells that sounded every Saturday. I hit my head on the phone box and hung the phone back on the receiver. Get rid of it? With the way my mom had said it, I guess she didn't mean adoption. She meant... aborting it.

I couldn't do that. I... I just... something like that never crossed my mind. I had a hard enough time dissecting a dead frog in Biology, could I really kill this baby?

Please don't, I don't want to die.

I jumped, there is was, the soft voice again. Was that the baby? My fingers grazed my belly button, where the slightest swelling was showing. It was barely noticeable. But it was there. The baby was there, and it was talking to me. I burst out of the phone booth and walked briskly down the street. The icy rain didn't bother me, neither did the stinging winds. I kept walking, I knew where I was going. There was the soft glow of the hospital lit my path. I walked a bit more before and up the driveway, quickening my last few steps until I found myself at the door. I laid my head on the glass before knocking softly. Not barely ten seconds before the door opened and Penny came storming out of Dawson's house. She looked at me, her chubby, freckled face fumed.

"And here is the girl of the hour!" She screamed at me. I took a step back and my foot, which was covered in a lace less shoe, sunk in the mud. Dawson's figure stood in the doorway with the light behind him, making the front of him obscured and shadowed.

"Penny, get back inside, its raining really bad- Cel?" He turned to me, the side of his face lit up by the light, his shown eye was curved with concern. "What are you doing here?"

Penny scoffed. "Obviously here for you!" She turned to me. "What the hell is your problem? Just because you were to stupid to prevent your horrible 'accident' you think that you can get whatever you wanted?"

"w-whhat?" I exhaled heavily. My face was burning despite the harsh cold of the night. Her red hair was not completely wet and clung to her face. She ignored me and began to yell at Dawson.

"You can forget about me, go ahead and take your ruined witch. We are through!" With that, she gave me a dirty look, and stormed off. Dawson walked outside and put his arms around me, leading me inside. The light was blinding at first, but I adjusted.

Dawson's house was amazing. It smelled of cinnamon every day, the walls were a light brown and the carpet was so soft. I kicked off my shoes before entering into his living room where he set me down softly onto the couch. He left and quickly returned with a plush towel. "Talk to me, what happened with Penny?" I asked him.

"When we got home, she was angry at me for not inviting her to your party." He started. His light blue eyes were not sad, they looked... relieved! "I told her that you don't like her, and since it was your party... you know. Anyway, I told her that I needed to check up on you since you were sick. She said that I never called her when she was sick. She babbled on for hours, and she asked me who I cared about more, her, or you. I said you."

This was the first time I got a real good look at him. His skin was darker than mine, just by a shade. His hair was a mucky dark brown that reminded me of a forest, and his eyes were a sky blue, or a powder blue, I couldn't really tell, but they were so beautiful.

"Your turn. Why are you at my house, soaking wet, in nothing but pajamas at nine at night?" He asked me, gently brushing a piece of wet hair out of my eyes.

"The guy who raped me was a mutant and impregnated me with a mutant baby who is wanted by a group of mutants who want to train it and my mom wants me to 'get rid of it'." I said quietly, but quickly. He exhaled sharply.

"You win," he wrapped his arms around me, tightly, but not to tight. He was so warm, felt so alive in comparision to my body, which just felt like dead weight.

We sat there for a moment, before my body convulsed and shook. My head shrunk into my shoulders and I cried. Dawson smoothed out my hair and he touched his lips to me forehead. He stayed with me until my sobs turned into light breaths. "Dawson, what should I do?"

He thought for a moment. "I don't know, I have no experience when it comes to something like this. It's all up to you."

I stood up, abrupty breaking our embrace. "But what am I going to do? Dawson, this is another life we are talking about, my mom hates it because of the baby daddy and my dad hasn't said a single word about it! I am totally lost and all you can say is 'its up to me'? What the hell is that for advice?"

His bottom lip quivered like it always did when he felt lost and hurt. I immediately regretted my words. So I just sat back down and buried my head into his shoulder. "I just feel so dead right now. I hear voices and I can't tell which is mine."

He bit his lip "You know for sure it's a mutant?"

I nodded.

He continued. "Would you consider doing what your mom said if it wasn't a mutant?"

"Absolutely not," I told him. "I would either keep it or give it to someone who actually wants it."

Dawson smiled, and I got it. I knew what I was going to do.

...

Dawson drove me home, where I was 'greeted' by the exact same people who I left, the three mutants and my parents. Dawson was not at my side, but I still felt strong.

"I am not killing this baby," I said blankly. Mom was silently furious, her face was turning a shade of purple. I turned to Professor Xavier and took a really deep breath. "This is what is happening. You guys want the baby, and my mom doesn't. For her sake, I'll make sure no one knows I had this baby. I will leave and go to your school until this baby is out, then you can have it, and I can return to my life."

That was my plan and everyone agreed. Dad just got up and left, walked into the garage and shut the door. Mom was arguing with me, and finally gave up, ran crying to her bedroom. The professor assured me that I would be completely safe in his school and that I would have everything I needed and let me know that after it all, my wishes would be granted. I would have nothing to do with this baby.

That was that.

AN: How was that? Sorry for the wait, almost a year, but this was hard for me to write, must have rewrote it at least seven times. Enjoy and please review. Not all chapters will be as emotional as this one, so please hang on. And PLEASE REVIEW!