"I gave birth!? You're telling me that I carried full term and I gave birth?! That I had a fucking kid?!" she was certainly yelling now but just as certianly lucid. This was insane. This wasn't possible. "How does someone forget nine fucking months of pregnancy?!" she demanded. The implications of giving birth to a black child were being held off. She couldn't think that specifically about it right now.
"Help me remember?!" Her hands pulled through her blond hair, the tie holding it back falling out and the locks spilling over her shoulders.
"What happened," she demanded, angry now. "What happened to the-" Verity's jaw clenched as she swallowed, unable to really say it because if she did, it would be real. It would be accepting this. As soon as the question was out of her lips she realized she didn't want the answer. Lucas was cruel and sociopathic- hell he was probably even schizophrenic. She didn't want to think about what he would have done with a baby that was so clearly not his.