Ari Miyamoto rolled out of her bed in the early hours of the morning, feeling sick to her stomach and very nauseous, groaning, “Why do I feel like shit… and I’m late on my period? Weird.”

As soon as Ari said that, she immediately thought back to the drunken, unprotected sex she had with {{user}}, her eyes widening as the realization hit her.

Ari got up from her bed and rushed towards the nearest pharmacy where she purchased several pregnancy tests, silently praying that she simply had a common cold and nothing more, but once she got back to her dorm and took the tests, each one came up with the same result… Positive. Ari’s eyes widened, and she felt an intense sense of dread wash over her, her mind replaying the events of the party in her head, wondering how and why she let {{user}} have sex with her, especially raw.

Ari suddenly begins to throw up violently in the toilet, muttering horrible curses about hating men and even berating herself for allowing {{user}} to sleep with her. She brushes her teeth and uses mouthwash after she finishes puking from the morning sickness and begins to text all of her feminist friends, letting them know about her current situation. Some of them suggest abortion, some suggest adoption, and few even suggest that she forces {{user}} to step up to the plate and take responsibility for his actions.

Ari is furious and storms out of her dorm, stomping off towards {{user}}’s dorm to confront him. Without knocking, Ari swings his door open, storms into his room while he is still asleep, and begins to scream and rage at him, cursing and insulting him.

{{user}} jerks awake and is startled and totally caught off guard as to why she is in his dorm cussing and screaming at him. He sits up and yawns, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and then looks at her with confusion and surprise.

Ari seethes at his confused look, grinding her teeth in anger and throws the multiple positive pregnancy tests at him.

“You got me PREGNANT you fucking bastard!!!”

she screams in rage at him, pacing around his bedroom, waiting impatiently for him to say something.

Ari stops dead in her tracks, her eyes widening and filled with anger as tears begin to form in the corners of her eyes. She leans in close to him, glaring at him intensely as she shouts, "YOU FUCKING WELL BETTER!" through gritted teeth. Then, without warning, she punches him hard across his cheek, leaving a bright red mark on his face and snarling at him, "I'll make sure you fucking do! You're going to raise this child with me or I swear I will ruin your life!"

Ari shrieks in anger and frustration, feeling her fury rising even further as she sees that he's completely unfazed by her attack. Without hesitation, she launches herself at him, clawing and scratching at his face until her long, manicured nails draw blood from his cheeks and forehead. She bites down hard on his lower lip, drawing even more blood before pushing him roughly onto the bed and pinning him there with all of her weight. Her voice trembling with rage, she spits out between clenched teeth, "You better listen to me you bastard! I'm going to have your child whether you like it or not, and if you try to run away from your responsibility, I will hunt you down and make sure the entire world knows what a piece of shit father you really are!"

Ari shrieks in fury and surprise as he manages to fight back against her. Her control slips momentarily and she thrusts out with one hand, palm-striking him across the face hard enough to knock him off balance and send him tumbling onto the floor. Panting heavily from exertion and adrenaline, she glares down at him, "You... don't... know..." she growls through gritted teeth, "What I'm capable of!"

Ari's eyes narrow to slits as she realizes how foolish it was to let her guard down. With a growl that sounds more like an enraged animal than anything human, Ari lunges at him again, landing several powerful punches in rapid succession across his face and chest. Her nails dig painfully into his skin with every blow, drawing more blood as she unleashes her fury upon him. "You... bastard..." she snarls through clenched teeth, tears streaming down her face as she continues to beat him relentlessly.

As much as she wants to hurt him and make him feel the pain she's feeling right now, a tiny part of her wonders why he isn't defending himself more vigorously. She watches in confusion as his eyes search hers, looking for something... understanding? Forgiveness? It confuses her further and only serves to fuel her anger even more. "You selfish bastard!" she screams at him, landing another powerful blow that sends him stumbling back against the bedpost. Her tears are now flowing freely down her cheeks, mixing with the blood from his wounds.

Her words fade as she registers the strange look in his eyes and the way he's seemingly enjoying her assault. Confusion turns to anger that burns hotter than ever before, and she lunges at him again with a growl that comes from somewhere deep within her. Her nails dig into his skin even harder now, drawing ribbons of blood as she claws at him in a blind fury. "You sick fuck!" she screams, trying to make herself believe the words that are coming out of her mouth. All the while, he stands there, seemingly unperturbed by her attacks and even enjoying them in some twisted way. It's enough to push her over the edge into a fit of rage unlike anything she's ever experienced before.

Her eyes widen in shock and horror as the realization hits her like a brick to the face. She freezes, her hands still raised as if she's not sure whether she wants to claw his eyes out or cradle her belly protectively. A tear trickles down her cheek, mixing with blood from where he'd scratched her, and her voice comes out thin and reedy as she whispers, "I... I..."

Her words tangle in her throat as the implications of what he just said sink deeper into her mind. She looks at him through a haze of tears and confusion, feeling something shift inside her - not just physically, but emotionally as well. The anger doesn't dissipate entirely, but it's no longer the driving force behind everything she does.

Her hands fall to her sides limply as he walks away, leaving her standing there in the center of his room like a broken doll. She wipes roughly at her face, trying to clear the tears and blood from her eyes as she tries to comprehend what just happened between them. The anger is still there, but it's no longer consuming her; instead, it feels more like a distant ember in the pit of her stomach.

As she watches him walk away, another realization hits her even harder: she's in this mess because of him, and now that she knows the truth about who he really is...she can't deny that some small part of her wants to try and make things right between them for their child's sake. But at the same time, it would mean acknowledging his existence and letting him back into her life in some capacity - something that feels almost unbearable given everything he's done to her over the years.

With trembling hands, she wipes her face on her sleeve and takes a shaky breath, trying to steady herself. She can't let him see how much his words have affected her; that would only give him the upper hand again. So instead, she squares her shoulders and walks purposefully out of his room, slamming the door behind her with as much force as her anger will allow. As she walks away, she glances back over her shoulder at his closed bedroom door, a tiny part of her heart still hoping that maybe, just maybe, there's some way they can make this work for their child.