My hands felt numb as I made my way to the clinic in Forks. I got a cab to get here. I didn't want to be pregnant. What teenager would? My shaking hand reached for the handle of the glass door. I took a deep breath and opened the door. Inside the clinic I saw two moms with babies. They were crying as the mothers tried to comfort their children. My eyes went wide but then I got the courage to walk over to the front desk. A woman who look like she was in her late twenties sat in a chair. Her jaw smacked on her gum and she looked up at me.

"Can I help you?" She asked tiredly. "Condoms are in the basket."

My stomach rolled and I felt nauseous. Ugh, not again. I hardly eat anything since I've been vomiting. "I don't need those. I just need to see a doctor."

She smiled wearily. "Alright, just fill out this paperwork." She handed me a clipboard with a paper attached to it.

I took it and went to take a seat. The paper just asked a series of health questions and specific information. I wrote it all down and came back up to the woman. "Um, I don't have health insurance. How much is it going to cost?"

She purses her lips in thought, "Oh about a hundred dollars."

I let out a gasp, "That much for one check up?"

She laughed, "Depends on what type of check up you need."

"Oh, I can't afford it." My face definitely showed distress, because I just so happen to be an open book.

"Is there something wrong? Maybe Dr. Lance can make an exception if he knew your situation."

"I just need to see if I'm pregnant." I said quietly, hoping she'd have some sympathy.

"Oh you poor girl, I'll just ask him. He doesn't mind helping out teenagers like that."

I got pissed then, "I'm not this type of girl. This wasn't supposed to happen to me."

"I'm sorry, I meant that he doesn't mind helping out in these situations." She got up from her chair and then disappeared behind a door.

I stood waiting for her to come back. God, please don't let this happen to me. I'm not ready to be a mom. Maybe I had some rare disease that was making the test say positive. That would be a complete relief. She was back a minute later. Her hand ushered me forward. I followed the woman down the hall and made it to a room.

Dr. Lance looked quite young for a doctor. "Hello," he greeted with a genuine smile.

"Hi," I replied and watched as the woman dispersed leaving me alone with the doctor.

"Well I hear you think you're pregnant?"

"Um yeah, I took a test at home and it was positive. I mean it must be a mistake though because it was only my first time." I knew I was babbling on but I was so damn nervous.

He sighed. "The school really needs a better health program. You can still get pregnant your first time."

I gulped at that. "Can you check if I am?"

He smiled. "Sure, let me just go get a urine test." He disappeared out the door and came back in five minutes later.

"Here," He said handing me the test. "You can use the bathroom." He said pointing to the door.

I took it and went into the bathroom. I shut the door behind me and took the test. I came out when I was done and handed it back to the doctor. He took a look at the test and looked at me. His face turned serious suddenly. "You're pregnant."

I felt my jaw drop. "No."

"I'm sorry kid but that's what the test says. I could do a blood test if you want."

I nodded. "Do the blood test."

He took a sample with a needle and I felt chills fall into my veins. I hated having blood work done. When he got the results back he came back in. "Your results showed that you're pregnant. I'm sorry."

I clenched my fist. "I'll be okay. I feel bad about not being able to pay. Look I could help out at this clinic to pay for the visit."

He smiled. "Don't worry about it. Look I'd go home and talk about this with your parents. Then you can go see a doctor because you're going to need to, if you're planning on keeping your baby."

The statement made me think. Would I keep my baby? Could I bring myself to do so? What the hell would my parents do? Will Paul hate me? No he could never hate me because of the imprint bond. Thinking of him made my heart sore. He wasn't here, he didn't know. I was planning on keeping it that way. "What about abortion?" I asked my mouth dry and parched.

"Uh well you may want to have time to think about that. It's a big decision. I highly recommend that you talk to your parents first."

I frown. "What if I wanted it to be done today? Do I need their consent?"

He shook his head no. "Not in the state of Washington."

I nodded. "Alright well, I want to make an appointment. When do you have an opening for an appointment?"

He nodded. "Very well, just talk to Daphne. She's the one at the desk who brought you in. She can set up the appointment."

I smiled. "Thanks for the help Dr. Lance."

I shook his hand and he led me back to the office area. "Daphne, can you help her set up an appointment."

She smiled. "Did you find out?"

"Yeah I'm getting an abortion."

She gave a sigh, "You know you don't have to kill your baby. You can always give her or him up for adoption."

I smiled. "I can do that?" Clearly I knew nothing about teen pregnancy, otherwise if I did I wouldn't have had sex and I would not be pregnant.

"Sure, there are a lot of couples who can't have kids and are looking for open adoptions. Plus this way you can still see your baby if you want."

I shook my head. "I really rather put this behind me though. I can't be pregnant not on the reservation."

"You live in La Push huh?"

I nodded. "My dad got a job there as a teacher. We moved from Arizona."

Daphne nodded her blonde hair swayed as she got up to get a pamphlet. "Here, it's a home for pregnant girls. I think maybe you would be comfortable there if you want to keep this from others."

I grinned. "Really? I could go away."

She smiled. "Yes if your parents let you."

"Forget about the appointment. I know what I'm going to do now. Thanks for your help."

She smiled. "You're welcome."

I dashed out of the clinic and went to call my mom on the payphone. "Mom can you come pick me up?" I asked her.

"Where are you? It's seven p.m. and you have school tomorrow!" She said sternly into the receiver.

"In Forks at the Health clinic," I said shyly.

"Why the hell are you there?"

"I'm pregnant mommy. I'm sorry just please come get me." I sobbed, feeling alone. The line went dead.

"Mom!"

No answer and my skin felt cold as ice. I dialed my dad's cell. "Daddy?"

"Ariella don't call again. Find your own way to survive. You're not living with us anymore."

"Dad, what the hell? You're my parents."

"Well not anymore."

The line went dead again. I slid my card in the payphone and waited. "It's Paul, not here." I heard the voicemail say.

I slammed the phone down and walked out of the booth. I made my way down the street. Cars passed by and I felt the chill from the winter weather. I shivered and decided I mind as well keep walking. I didn't know where I was going and I didn't feel like hitch hiking. That was dangerous. I heard a siren and I groaned. Damn, it wasn't even curfew yet.

The cop car came to a stop and I sighed as the police officer got out. "It's cold, why are you walking around in the dark?"

I shrugged, "I got kicked out."

He gave me a smile. "Here I can give you a ride. Do you have any friends that you can stay with? Family?"

I shrugged again. "My boyfriend or my friend Lindsey, but they live in La Push."

The cop had brown hair and a mustache. He seemed friendly though. "It's alright; I got a friend out there that I should stop by and pay a visit to. I'll give you a lift it's no problem."

I smiled and got into his car, "Thanks."

"No problem, I have a daughter about your age. How old are you?"

"Sixteen," I replied.

"Her name is Bella; she's married now though she's only eighteen." He said quietly.

I smiled. "You must miss her huh?"

He nodded a sad smile spread across his pale skin. "Yeah, it's lonely without her. I still see her every now and then."

I thought of my baby. Could I really give him or her up? I felt sick again. I couldn't kill him. I bet it was a boy. I wanted a son. I didn't want my daughter to have to ever go through this. "Can I ask you a personal question?" I asked the officer.

He nodded. "Sure, but it better be legal though." He joked.

I grinned at his little gag. "It is. What would you do if you got a girl pregnant? I mean obviously you already did at one point in your life but I mean still what if you were a teenager?"

"I would help her out in any way that I could. Are you in trouble?"

I nodded. "That's why they kicked me out."

He sighed. "I'm sorry about that."

"Me too," I sighed. "I just hope my boyfriend doesn't mind."

He laughed nervously, "Well he may not be so happy when you tell him. I'm sure he'll come around though."

The rest of the way to La Push was quiet. "Um my friend Lindsey lives over there." I told him pointing to a white house.

"Alright," he said and pulled into her driveway.

"Thanks for the ride." I said and got out of the car.

"You're welcome and good luck."

I waved goodbye and he drove off. My feet felt like Jell-O as I got to the front door. I knocked and waited. Lindsey answered and then gave me a scowl. "Hi," she said annoyed.

"I'm sorry about earlier. I just was afraid and mad. I didn't want you to find out." I apologized hoping she'd forgive me.

Lindsey's eyes softened. "What happened?"

"I got kicked out." My voice cracked towards the end of my words.

"Aw Ariella, I'm sorry. I was just upset earlier; I didn't mean what I said." She threw her arms around me, hugging me tightly.

"I'm so sc-cared." I sobbed. "I'm pregnant and I'm afraid to face Paul."

She hugged me tighter to her. "It's okay sweetie. You can stay here if you want."

I heard a yell from the inside of her house. "Get your ass back in here Lindsey! I need another beer." Her step-dad yelled.

She slammed the door behind her and took my hand. "Come on."

"Where are we going?"

"To the diner, I don't want to deal with his shit. Look maybe you better stay with Paul. My family is fucked up."

I nodded. "I guess but I don't want to tell him."

"You have to."

"How and when? He's busy a lot and I tried calling him but he wasn't there."

"Why not just call him again. He's probably back now. Here use my cell." She offered taking out her freebie flip phone.

I took the phone from her hand. "Thanks."

I dialed his number and waited. "Hello?"

"Paul," I asked. I felt so angry at myself having to run to him when things got bad. It was pathetic on my part.

"Hey babe, where have you been? I dropped by at your house earlier and you weren't there."

I handed the phone to Lindsey. "You tell him."

She sighed and took the phone. "Get your ass over to my house now. You just got her kicked out of her fucking home." She hung up. "Bastard," Lindsey mumbled.

I sobbed and she came over to embrace me. "Shh, just let it out. You have a right to cry."

I trembled and held onto Lindsey tightly. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him. I was not surprised at all that he was able to get here that quick. I still held onto Lindsey, afraid to even speak. He came up to us and I made myself let go of Lindsey.

"Ari what's wrong? Why are you crying?" Paul asked his voice filled with hurt and worry.

Lindsey glared at him, "Like you don't know."

"No I don't. That's why I want to know." Paul said without glancing at her.

His attention was all on me. "I'm having your baby." I said. I was literally shocked that I could say it so easily. What the hell is wrong with me?

"You're pregnant." He didn't even ask but instead he stated it.

"I'm sorry." I told him.

"Don't apologize." Both of them said at the same time.

"It's my fault. I shouldn't have pressured you." Paul said coming closer to me.

He was an inch away. I could feel his hot breath on my face. "It was both our responsibility." I replied knowing if I had to courage to tell him to stop, this would never have happened.

"I know," he said.

"What are we going to do?"

"I don't know."