Chapter 2: Confession
Billy looked at me from his wheel chair, disappointment clearly written on his face. I sank deeper into the narrow sofa, uncomfortable. He had not said a word since we entered the house. He opened his mouth, then closed it, unsure of what to say.
"Bella," he started. "You were unable to stay away from those-those monsters-" I opened my mouth to protest but he continued as if I wasn't bothered by the fact that he just called the people I loved monsters.
"You were friends to them, and that was very horrid decision you made. You crossed the line when you started to date Edward Cullen-" I flinched at the sound of his name. "But this Bella, this is a whole new level, it was very stupid, for lack of a better word. This violates the treaty just so you know. (A\N: Bella knew of the treaty and werewolves already.) I'm going to have to speak with Sam." He rolled off to his room, leaving me shocked. I stomped off to the garage, fuming. When I got to the door that separated the house from the backyard, I pulled it open with all my might, and to my great amusement, Jacob was listening on the other side of the door causing him to fall down when I opened the door. I laughed, actually laughed, and helped him up.
"Sorry," I muttered. He quickly brushed his clothes, grabbed my hand, and led me to his shack.
"What the hell was that about?" He asked when were out of Billy's hearing range.
"Nothing."
"What did he mean, 'The Treaty'? And what does Sam have to do with any of this?"
"I-I don't know. Maybe you should ask Billy." I suggested. Jacob thought his father's superstitions were silly, and I couldn't possibly tell him.
"Can't you tell me?"
"Sorry, I can't. This is between you and your father." I muttered. He sighed dramatically and fell backwards in the only chair he had in his personal garage. I looked around my surroundings and saw red Volkswagen, almost completely finished.
"Is this your car?" I asked, faking a smile. It was painful to do so, knowing there was no more reason to smile anymore.
"Yeah, an old Rabbit-1981, a classic."
"How's it going?"
"Almost finished." He said happily. He quietly got up from the chair and made his way to his-almost-finished-car. His hand stroked lovingly the top and hood of his favorite vehicle.
"Are you sure you want to stay in here and watch me build a car? It's going to be really boring for you. I mean, not even my guy friends are patient enough to handle it." He chuckled half-heartedly.
"Who are these friends of yours you talk so much of?"
"Wow, you've only been here, like, ten minutes and you're already asking me about my life." He looked up at me from the floor, where he was now under the car, doing God knows what.
"I get curious." I said innocently.
"Yeah, I can imagine." He said, reminding me of our last conversation on the La Push beach, where I practically dragged the information out of him.
He sighed and continued, "There names are Quil and Embry."
"What kind of names are those?"
"Quil's is a hand-me-down, and I think Embry got named after a soap opera star. I can't say anything, though. They get really pissed off if you mention how weird those names are."
"Good friends?" I asked, raising my eyebrow.
"No, they are. Just don't mess with their names." He chuckled. He suddenly got very serious. Here we go again.
"How could you be so irresponsible, Bella? Does Charlie know? Does…does he know?" Jacob stuttered.
"Charlie was one of the first to find out, then my mom, then your dad, then you. He doesn't know, that night, I planned to tell him…he just didn't give me the chance." My voice broke as the last word uttered out of my mouth. Even then I continued, "As for your other question…I just never thought of it, really."
"You should've."
"I know."
I asked him about his other friends, and school. He replied, "Everything's cool." That's how it went for a few hours, until I suddenly realized the time.
"I should get going."
"Okay see ya later." He waved from under the car. I arrived at Forks just in time to prepare Charlie's dinner. Lasagna was on the menu for tonight. It was his favorite, and I needed to butter up to him in order for him to help me through this since I had no one else.
"Hey, kiddo. How's Jake and Billy?" He said when he came into the front door. "Is that lasagna I smell?"
"Hey, dad. They're good. Had a fun time with Jake. And yes, I am making lasagna…It's your favorite right?"
"Yeah, how did you know?" He hung up his gun belt and his jacket in the small closet across the front door in the hall.
"It always was."
I was so hungry. I continued to have morning sickness, and I was now experiencing abdominal pain. I'm going to have to go to the obstetrician soon.
"Dad, I'm going to call the hospital and schedule an appointment with an obstetrician. I want to see if everything's okay." I said when we were eating at the small dining table we had in the kitchen.
"Alright, Bella. You want me to come with you right?"
"No, I can go by myself."
"Oh, Bella remember you have to go to school tomorrow…" Charlie said.
"Huh?" I wasn't aware that today was Sunday.
"Yeah, I know you had a rough week, but you seem fine. I don't want you to screw your studies up just because of the pregnancy."
Ugh, school. Probably the whole town already knows about the baby I was now carrying, and with my luck, who knows what will happen at school. Gossip will be flying everywhere.
"Okay, dad." I replied, sadly.
"Just give me a call if anything goes wrong. Or if you get hurt. I'll be there."
"Thanks dad." I got up and started to wash the dishes. When I had cleaned the kitchen up, I went up stairs to my room. When the door closed behind me, I sank down to the floor, my back rolling against the hard wood, and started sobbing quietly. Tomorrow, was probably going to be the second worst day of my life.
