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Shannon laid on her bed with the TV on.  With a bottle of water next to her, she stared at the ceiling, realizing that she wasn't ready to face him.  She was hurt.  And during the premiere, they hadn't talked much.  Her replies were fragments, just a couple of words.  She rested her hand on her tummy, thinking of the poor little baby inside that would have to deal with her as the mother.  The baby who would grow up with a father who made its mother feel like she was a piece of shit -- like she meant nothing.  

If there was one place that Shannon hated going, it was going to any kind of doctor.  Even when she just had to get a normal checkup, she dreaded it.  After he got out of his classes on Tuesday June 25, 2013, Shannon waited for Ryan by his car.  She had skipped classes due to the fact that she was feeling sick again.

Shannon woke up in the back seat of her car.  She had locked the doors after her car had broken down and she had no way back to school.  She had gone to the park to clear her head after the previous night's argument with Ryan.  Her phone had died and she had no way to get in touch with anyone.  It was light out now, so she was able to walk to the gas station that was only about a mile away.  She was tucked up under a blanket and woke up, realizing it was daytime.