I sat on my bathroom counter, waiting for my future to be revealed. The tears hadn't stopped yet, even though it had been well over a month.
It all started when Edw- I couldn't even think his name, when he left. A week or so before my eighteenth birthday he dropped his boundaries and we made love. I thought that would mean the new beginning of our life together.
I was completely wrong.
Jasper ended up snapping at me when I cut my finger on a piece of paper. I had never seen all of the Cullen's look so… monstrous.
Their carefully kept façade was dropped as soon as my blood was revealed. After I was knocked into a table full of plates, my blood pooled even more.
That was the beginning of the end.
The next day, after school, I was taken on a walk with him. He told me he didn't want me, it was all just something to keep him entertained.
A part of me knew he wasn't being serious, that was a fragment of my heart. It told me he was still the same man I loved. The same man I gave my virginity to.
Another part, my head and a large part of my heart, felt that he used me. That little piece of my heart was in control, though.
I argued with myself internally for all the time that he was gone. That was before I was continuously vomiting and getting migraines.
My whole body rejected the idea of what my mind told me. Even that part was negotiating.
Eventually I caved. I went to the drug store in Port Angeles so no one would see me, and bought a… pregnancy test.
It couldn't be possible, it couldn't be. Vampires cannot have children. All of their human bodily functions are turned into venom. That means saliva, blood, and even semen.
My bottom lip was going to start bleeding if I bit down any harder, then I would get nauseous from the smell, I had to stop.
I took deep breaths, too many. I felt slightly dizzy as I looked at the pregnancy test. Not directly at it, just past it, at the counter.
My heart was racing and blood was to a boil. What could I do if I was? I barely had enough money for my college fund by working at Newton's.
That would have to be the baby fund, there was no other choice. And then there was Charlie.
Oh god, Charlie. What would he do? What would my mother do?
I started to sob hysterically. I wasn't doing myself any good by crying about something I wasn't completely sure about.
There was always the possibility that I was just paranoid, and that nothing was wrong at all.
My heart wrenched at that. Even though I was no where near ready for a baby, it would be all I had to remember him by.
I wiped the tears away and looked at the cheap plastic stick in my hand. I couldn't focus my eyes because of the moisture and cursed at myself while wiping the tears away.
I opened my eyes and looked at my future. Then I swore loudly at myself.