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The Sisters of Quiet Mercy shutters – changing opinions in the faith, the Archdiocese claims, teenage mothers don't need to be hidden away – not that that helps Alice, seventeen years old and still entirely too pregnant with the wrong man's baby, at least, in the eyes of the Coopers; Hal dumps her and drops her at the nowhere's land where the Northside meets the Southside; ignoring her protests with as much ease as Alice ignores the milk oozing into her bra and the gushes of fluid from her cunt that intensify with each step as she waddles from Pops to the Sunnyside Trailer Park; back to FP, whom Alice hopes desperately would be her unwitting savior.
Senior is long gone and hard to find, had been when Alice had left, so she has no qualms when it comes to her grand decision to break into the trailer that he'd shared with FP, whom she can see is soundly asleep on the sofa: knocking would have occurred to Alice were she not distracted by the seizing of her womb, of course her labor would start in earnest the moment she completely lost her escape, all she can feel is pain as she stumbles in the direction of the sofa, the trail of fluid she leaves in her wake something she'd be willing to explain away were she not uncomfortably aware of the fact that she felt the baby's head & the urge to push; "fuck" she grunts, shoving FP's shoulder harder than she'd intended, though the shove at least wakes him, his eyes widening at the sight above him, which Alice is sure is a sight he'd be happier to see if she was tossing her clothes aside to fuck him, not because she was moments away from popping; "holy shit, Jonesy," she groans, "I've fucked everything up – this was supposed to go away – and now you're as fucked as me" and now she's in tears.
"Holy shit, you're having a baby," he stammers, all traces of exhaustion evaporating from the moment it dawns on her ex-boyfriend that he is indeed seeing what he's seeing, "whose baby – you weren't in juvie – they sent you away–" Alice bears down instinctively, effectively shutting him up, remembering how this wasn't supposed to happen this way, she was going to go away, go into labor, fall asleep, and wake up without a baby, not pop the damn kid out in its father's trailer, "--sorry," he apologizes, as she grabs onto his shoulders, "hey, Al, I've got you–are you having it right here--" FP's voice is high and squeaky, not that Alice can truly focus on that, given that she can feel the baby's head, she curses with abandon – "it's okay," he whispers, "I got you – don't worry about the floors."