Disclaimer: K, someone reviewed I'm Pregnant saying I wrote better than SM. Truly, I think that's impossible, I'm barely getting an A- in English, for goodness sakes! Even so, if this is possible, I'm still not her. *sniffle* I'm heart-broken!
This is a sequel to my story I'm Pregnant, Horray!Groan. Read that first, for this to make an ounce of sence. Also, I love my readers, so I uploaded this before I sent it to my beta. So, It's got a TON of mistakes, I'm sure. I know it's short. But it's something, right?!
ZachPOV
I was holed up in my room. It was my sister's, what I call, Crabby Week. The week before the week when, shall we say, all vampires with bloodlust difficulties should avoid teenage girls. For me, I just stayed out of her way during her Crabby Week. It was safer. I was REALLY tempted to send out my protection bubble, but Elizabeth didn't know about vampires or anything. A big blue bubble sending her flying would probably just terrify her. Just as I was contemplating why the heck I just HAD to feel so protective of her I could scare her to keep myself safe, my door burst open to reveal my enraged sister.
"ZACH CULLEN!" She screamed at me. Crap, what did I do NOW that deserved death?!
"Yes?" I asked, trying to remain calm. Maybe dad would come save me. Then again, he knew what she was thinking, but not what I was thinking, so he was probably just as scared as I was. That option was out.
"DON'T YOU ASK WHAT LIKE YOU DON'T KNOW! WHY, TELL ME WHY, IS MY PHONE LINE DISCONNECTED!" What! OK, that I didn't do.
"I don't know."
"DON'T LIE TO ME!" She stomped out, slamming the door behind her. That went better than I thought it would. Seconds later, she slowly opened the door.
"Z…Z…Zach?" She asked in a trembling voice. Oh, dear. Did I make her cry?
"Yes, Lizzy?"
"I, I'm sorry." She said. I held out my arms, and she came over and sat on my bed with me, crying. "I don't know what came over me. I, I'm so sorry. I guess I've just been under a lot of stress lately. Plus, well, ah, never mind that part." I'd let her think I didn't know what week it was.
"It's all right. Why are you under stress? If Hannah's bothering you again, I swear-" but I broke off when she laughed. Well, more of a snort/giggle. Oh, how stupid of me to think the girl who constantly tortured her was at it again.
"No, it's not her. It's just, well, promise not to be mad?" I nodded. This usually preceded something like, 'why do you seem to care about Ashley more than me?', or 'what is this?' (With the action of holding up some object that's strictly "guy stuff." To which I reply by hiding my face and telling her to ask mom. I mean, do I come into her room and ask her what different feminine hygiene products are?! I think not!).
"Okay, well, I know the family; mom, dad, Granddad, Grandma, Aunt Alice, Uncle Jasper, Aunt Rosalie, and Uncle Emmett-even you! So probably me, too, I guess-aren't exactly human. I don't know what they, or we, I suppose, are. I've been looking everywhere trying to figure it out! No idea." I stiffened. It was true, she was the only one that didn't know the family consisted of vampires and half-vamps. Even my girlfriend, Ashley, knew. I didn't tell her, she knew before I met her. She's human, so I don't know how she knows. She just does.
"Will, will YOU tell me?" Elizabeth asked me, breaking me out of my thoughts. I couldn't, I promised mom and dad, although it didn't seem fair.
"How's this, Lizzy? I promised mom and dad I wouldn't tell, and I won't. But I will tell you this, no one is human. Don't let them lie to you. Go sit mom and dad down and make them tell you. Don't let them sway you. You're persistent. I know you'll get an answer," and with that, I left my sister to face my parent's wrath. Ha ha.
