Alice immediately knew something was up the moment she saw me. She knows that I never try and look attractive unless I'm hiding something. I couldn't tell her though. Not yet. Right now, I just need to accept it myself.

"Bellllllllaaaaaa," she whined during lunch, "Please, just tell me what's wrong! I just want to help," she pouted.

"Have you ever thought that maybe sometimes I just want to look good for fuck's sakes?" I teased at her with a nervous giggle and gestured to my body.

She laughed and pinched my cheeks in a teasing way, "Aww, little Saint Bella used a naughty word. She must really be trying to hide something." She winked at me. I gulped and looked down at my lunch tray. How could I tell her? Here's my best friend, the one who's been with me through everything. The one who was with me during my parents' divorce. The one who held me while I cried myself to sleep every night after my brother died. This is my best friend who has shaped me into the person I am today, yet I haven't told her my biggest secret.

Well, my two biggest secrets.

I never told her I hooked up with Edward Mason at Lauren's Spring Break party. I never told her how rough he was with me, though in his defense he was heavily intoxicated, and I was a bit tipsy myself. I never told her how bad it hurt, though in a way I wanted it.

It was something I wanted to pretend didn't happen.

But now, that night will forever be in my mind. I received a permanent reminder of what happened, and it is currently in my uterus. At least I think. Actually, how do I even know that the test was accurate? It was the only one I could afford on such short notice.

I bet I'm not.

I might just be late, and the test was a fluke. Actually, I'm positive that's what happened. I have nothing to worry about. But, I need to be sure. Just in case.

"Bella?" Alice's sweet little voice broke me out of my reverie.

I feigned a smile, "I'll be fine, Alice. I promise." Her beautiful worrying eyes searched mine before she closed her eyes and nodded to herself, as if accepting defeat. "You can tell me anything, Bells," she sighed and leaned into my arm. "You could at least eat something, too," she indicated toward my food.

I made a slight face, "I'm honestly not hungry right now. I think I might be getting sick."

She squealed in a child-like way and backed off my arm. "Ew! You might have infected me!" I looked at her and could see her brain turning. I didn't like that look, it meant bad news.

"Oh, I doubt you can catch it."

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I already have a mental plan in store by the time I get home. I will just go on as normal. The only thing wrong is that I've missed my period and had a fluke test. That's all. If any other symptoms show up, I'll have the first booking for a doctor, but for now I don't want to do any unnecessary worrying. I'll just continue on as normal.

I get home and begin the normalcy.

I make dinner for me and my dad. It's simple. Baked chicken parmesan with garlic bread. I get out all of the necessary ingredients and begin the meal. As I'm in the midst of cooking, Charlie, my dad, walks in.

"Bells," he gruffs as he enters the kitchen in his police uniform. He takes off his belt and hangs up his gun next to the front door. I look down at the chicken and sniff it. I recoil in disgust.

"Hey, dad! When did you get this chicken?" I call into the living room, where I hear the game going.

"Erm, three or four days ago. Why?"

I sniff it again, "It smells weird. Should I just make the bread and leave the chicken out?"

Charlie walks into the kitchen and bends down to sniff it. "It smells really good, Bells. I think you might just be coming down with something." He felt my forehead and gruffed, "Why don't you go and lay down. I might be able to get this."

"Dad-" I began, but he interrupted with a wave of his hand. I gave him a small smile, "Just add the sauce and don't let the pasta overboil. It'll be done in about eight minutes." I turned and ran up the stairs. I threw myself on my bed and let out a groan of frustration. Why me? I grab my backpack and begrudgingly begin my homework. I can hear the sounds of food coming from my opened door and smile at the mental image of my dad attempting to cook. I let my mind wander, which is never a good thing to do. I think about my situation. I think about how naive I was just a few short weeks ago.

I didn't want to go to that party, but Alice did, and she and I don't have many other friends apart from ourselves. So, I went. I arrived at Lauren Mallory's house, dressed in a tight, blue dress that Alice picked out for me. I got several embarrassing cat-calls, one of which was followed by Mike Newton trying to grind his not-so-subtle boner on me. It wasn't a fun party, but after downing two shots and a beer, it was bearable. I began dancing on Alice and surprisingly had a good time. But then, he came.

Edward Mason.

Everything after is now just a thing in my mind that I want to forget. I remember his piercing eyes looking into mine. I can vaguely recall him not saying much, just taking my hand and leading me upstairs; nobody saw us. I remember looking at the pink comforter and knowing we were in Lauren's room. Out of everything, I remember his smell the most. It smelled like cotton and Axe along with the piercing scent of alcohol. We kissed and I could feel my body reacting to him, but I swore to myself that I would only kiss him. He threw me up against a wall and ravaged my neck in kisses and bites. I loved it.

But then, his mouth started to wander lower. I tried to push his head back up, but he nipped at my fingers. He grabbed the straps of my dress and shoved them down, exposing my breasts. My body loved how forceful he was, but my mind was screaming Stop! He grabbed and squeezed my breast before taking it in his mouth and biting down hard.

"Edward, stop," I told him. His eyes met mine and he gave me a smirk.

"You're really lucky," was all he said. And I was. I had Edward Mason sucking on my breasts, for crying out loud! But, all the same, I felt really uncomfortable, and I want nothing more than to leave. He grabbed my waist and threw me on the bed and brought my dress down around my ankles and threw it on the floor. I tried to push him off, but he convinced me otherwise.

That's all I remember. The rest was just a blur.

The next thing I know, I was waking up. I slowly sat up and cringed from the soreness. I looked down and let out an audible gasp at the blood between my legs. I remember looking around; I was alone. It was still dark, so I wobbled out the door and went home and cried for hours in the shower.

And now I'm here. I'm sitting here on my bed, worrying myself to death over something that isn't even confirmed by professionals yet.

I'm fucked.

Okay, so I'm really bad with updating regularly, because I don't have any motivation. Please let me know you care about this story! I have a few more chapters already done, so that won't be a problem. The next one will go up in a few days I think. Thank you all for giving my story a chance, and I hope to hear from you! Let me know if you see any problems and I'll be sure to fix it.