BETA: LynetteCullen. My friend that helps me keep my sanity.
DISCLAIMER: I, as always, own none of the characters used in this story, and this is a work of fiction.
The rest of the day went by in a blur. To be honest, I didn't even remember if I did any work. I was still in shock about Edward wanting to go to the doctor with me. And Emmett? He'd never even made reference to the fact that he might be the father.
I spent the greater part of the day thinking about the fucked up situation I was in, and about how only my unlucky ass could get knocked up at the state track meet, and not know who the damn daddy was. I was mad at myself for even letting this happen. I couldn't tell anyone that I was raped, because that wasn't necessarily what had happened. I'd been drunk, but I was aware of what was happening, and I had even enjoyed a small part of the experience. 'I am really fucked up,' I said to myself, shaking my head.
I was sitting on the bench waiting for the bus to go home when Emily from my geometry class sat down beside me. She and I weren't friends so I didn't know what she wanted. "Is it really true that you let Edward and Emmett run the train on you, and that's how you got pregnant?" she asked after a long moment.
I couldn't believe that this bitch was that bold. It had been months since state, and she was the first person to ask me outright if I'd let them do that. "Listen here, you mule-mouthed bitch. It ain't none of your damn business. How the fuck is it going to benefit you to know?" I asked, propping up on my hand awaiting her response. After only receiving a dumb-founded look, I continued. "You better be glad I'm pregnant, or you woulda caught a fist in your face," I finished. If there was one thing that being friends with Rose had taught me, it was how to mean mug the hell out of somebody, and the look that I sent her must have scared the hell out of her.
"I, I, I'm sorry," she stuttered out, throwing up her hands. "I really didn't mean anything by it," she said, her eyes nearly bugging out of her head. She quickly got up and left the bench without another glance in my direction.
"Ugly bitch," I said to her retreating figure. 'I hope my damn baby can't hear this,' I thought to myself, thinking about the articles I had read about babies in the womb knowing the sound of their mother's voice. I looked down at my stomach mumbling, "Sorry you had to hear that."
The buses were pulling into the lot, and my phone picked that exact moment to ring. Quickly reaching into my pocket to pull it out, a puzzled look crossed my face. "Charlie," I muttered. Charlie never called me unless there was an emergency. 'Oh hell.'
"Hello," I answered as I stood from the bench, the bus rolling to a stop at my feet.
"Hey Bells," I heard Charlie's voice. He always sounded kind of awkward when talking on the telephone, but I could tell that he was really uncomfortable right now. "I just wanted to tell you that your mother is here," he informed me.
I nearly tripped going up the top bus at this news. Charlie and I had decided not to tell Renee about my pregnancy because we knew that she wouldn't take it well. She had told me when I was little that she didn't want me to be like her, having a baby before you ever really got to experience anything. I knew that my mother regretted getting pregnant with me, though she wouldn't tell me that, and when she found out that I was 4 ½ months pregnant, it would most likely break her heart.
"Have you told her?" I asked, sliding by the window of the very last bus seat.
"Not yet," he answered. "I wanted you to be here," he added with a sigh.
"Ok Dad. I'm on the bus now, so I'll be home in about 15 minutes," I related, resting my head on the window. Charlie gave me a quick ok before we said our goodbyes and hung up. "I hope she doesn't cry," I muttered, looking out the window. If she cried, then it was pretty much guaranteed that I was going to cry.
"Who?" I heard that shy voice that could only belong to Edward. 'How come I never notice when these guys sit down by me. I have to be more observant,' I noted to myself.
"If you don't mind my asking," he added hastily, taking my silence as one of offense.
I took a deep sigh before answering his inquiry. "My mother. She popped in for a surprise visit, and now Charlie and I have to tell her about me being pregnant," I explained, not fully understanding why Edward wanted to know, or why I was even telling him.
"She doesn't know yet?" he questioned.
"Nope. She didn't want me to be another knocked up teen like she was, but here I am," I said, pointing to my baby bulge. "I'm sure she's going to be so ashamed to call me her daughter," I covered my face with my hands, my cloud of depression suddenly settling over my head. I had to fight the tears that were rising to eyes. There was no way that I was going to cry on bus full of people.
"That's not going to happen. Anyone would be proud to call you their daughter. You're smart, beautiful and nice," he said, a blush creeping across his face. I never understood how someone as shy and sweet as Edward could be friends with someone like Emmett. I'd love to know the story of how they became friends. "And she may be a little upset, but she's not going to stop loving you because you're pregnant Bella," he enlightened me.
"You're right," I agreed, sniffing, another attempt to hide the tears that were threatening to fall. I wanted to say more, but the bus stopped right in front of my house. 'Damn that ride seemed really short.' I waved at Edward before standing from my seat and exiting the bus.
I walked up the front steps, and took a deep breath before opening the door. Renee was standing in the hallway waiting, a big smile across her beautiful face, one that instantly disappeared when her eyes made their way down to my stomach.
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