I have no idea if this is how you make author's notes, but I'm freaking doing it this way.
Rated T for language. Do not read this if you have issues with cursing, because there will be much cursing in this story.
Disclaimer: If I was Stephenie Meyer I would not be wasting time writing fanfic. So since I am not Stephenie Meyer, I do not own Twilight or the characters, nor will I ever own Twilight or the characters. So yes.
And there it was, that one tiny symbol that would change—ruin, even—both our lives
And there it was, that one tiny symbol that would change—ruin, even—both our lives. I was suffocating, surely I could no longer be alive. Surely this was a dream. Or maybe I was dead. I swallowed again and again, trying to find words horrible enough to describe it.
"Fuck," was all I could manage.
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Of course I remembered that night, it had barely been two weeks ago.
"No," he'd whispered.
"Why?" I demanded, struggling to keep my voice at a whisper. "What is it you're so worried about? You love me, don't you?"
"Of course I do—you know I do," He looked almost worried. "But Bella—he's going to find out, and he'll kill me."
"Don't be silly," I breathed in his ear, pulling my shirt over my head and cozying up to him. "You can't be killed."
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I turned to leave the room, kicking the door as I opened it, only succeeding in injuring myself and making myself angrier. "Dammit, damn stupid fucking…." I muttered, gaining suspicious—and slightly pitiful—glances. It was then that I realized what I was still holding in my hand. Quickly I shoved it in a garbage can and ran. Thank God I was in Port Angeles and not Forks.
I returned to Forks and pulled into Charlie's driveway, parking the truck and turning off the engine. I stared out at the starless night sky, thinking, Why me? How am I going to tell Edward? My head fell against the steering wheel and I moaned. Why me?
I dragged myself out of the car and into the house. Charlie was sitting in his armchair as usual, watching some game. I practically sprinted to the stairs, expecting Charlie to notice something different about me right away. But he kept his eyes on the TV.
"Hey Bells—can't talk—big game…" he grunted, leaning forward in his seat.
"Um, that's alright. Okay, well, um…g'night." I darted upstairs and into the bathroom to take a shower. Maybe a warm shower would comfort me a little.
When I was finished, Edward was in my room, waiting for me. "Hey there, love," he said with a smile.
My throat constricted. "Hey," I managed to whisper.
"What's wrong, Bella? Are you all right?" Edward was at my side in a moment. "Is everything okay?"
It really was amazing how he could tell these things. "Um, yeah. I'm fine." I sat on my bed, exhaling deeply. "Edward, there's something I have to tell you."
"What?" Edward looked somewhat confused as he sat back in his chair.
"Edward…" I took a deep breath and looked down. "I'm pregnant."
Ooh, thrilling huh?
I realize it's kinda vague and confusing here--but it will probably be cleared up soon.
Chapters 2, 3, and 4 are pretty much done, I'll update soon.
Review, damn you!