Yes

You see the lines emerging on one strip, then another, then another. Positive. Time freezes. "Fuck.", you whisper. There was no going back. You sit there and stare at the wall for what must have been an hour until someone knocks on the door. "Miss? Are you ok in there miss?", a voice squeaked.

You opened the door, wiping tears from your eyes and apologized, "I'm sorry, I just have had a bad day." It's the middle aged woman that works at the front desk. You can see her looking at the three opened packages of pregnancy tests in the sink.

"Oh my god girl, I'm so sorry...", she says softly and hugs you. She pats you on the back and gives you that typical "stranger who doesn't know anything about your situation" consolation. "There there, it's gonna be all right. Are you gonna keep it?", she asks almost expectantly that you say yes.

You break away from her and give her a stone look. "No way in hell.", you reply with nothing but coldness and contempt in your voice. Without letting her comment further you walk through the store in a straight line, go through the exit, get in the car, and rev the engine. Your stomach grumbles. This entire ordeal has taken everything out of you.

You calm down, turn the engine off and head back inside. First thing on the list, you buy a birth control pill. _May that bastard's spawn die in hell, you think to yourself._ You buy soda, chips, jerky, typical road trip food. Then you call a tow truck to take your car to the nearest mechanic in town.

An hour later you're sitting in the rapists' car eating an entire bag of barbecue potato chips when the tow truck guy calls you back. "Ma'am, there's no car here." "Are you sure?", you gasp, "did you drive far enough?" "I drove all the way from the next town over and back. I didn't find a blue sedan anywhere." Shit, they must have somehow stolen it while I was here... "Ma'am,", he continued "do you want me to report a theft?"

"Yes.", you reply. "Ok, now who's name is the car under?" You forgot all your identification was under your male name. You hang up the phone quickly and put your head in your hands. "God damn it. Fuck me...", you mutter.

You have ****. You have a new life now. Maybe the truckers can give you some advice.