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Chapter 3: Telling The Truth

I am currently laying in my bed motionless, trying to go back to my unsuccessful sleep.

It has been three weeks since I have started school. It has been hell! First of all, all of my teachers picked on me by asking me a question that I didn't know. And second of all, Edward Cullen wasn't there.

Not that I should care.

I opened my eyes, and turned on my side and looked at the clock.

5:04am

I suddenly felt sick to my stomach. I ran out of my bed to the bathroom, and removed last nights dinner.

I have been doing this a lot lately. It was always in the…morning.

Wait, what? No, please no. I didn't want to think about that night, but I tried to remember if he had used a condom. I don't think he did. And I'm also about two weeks late.

I started to cry. I couldn't deal with this right now.

After about an hour of sobbing quietly, so I didn't wake up Charlie, I got changed and headed towards school.

My first five classes went as normal, teacher asks question, student answers.

Then it was lunch.

As soon I walked into the cafeteria, the first thing I noticed was Rosalie Hale glaring at me. I panicked, and searched for my table. By the time I reached the table, I was hyperventilating.

Then, the smell of food reach my nose, and I felt absolutely sick.

"What's wrong, Bella?" Angela asked in a concerned voice. I actually liked her.

"N-nothing, I'm just fine. Actually, I feel a little…ill." as soon as I said that, I could feel the bile rise in my throat. I decided that from everything that I was feeling emotionally and physically, I'd go home.

I unsteadily stood up from my chair, starting to feel faint.

"Bella? Are you okay?" I think it was Mike who asked.

The room started to spin around me.

"Bella, let me take you to the nurse." he spoke again.

People were starting to stare. The group started to look at me in concern.

There was black spots clouding my vision.

"Bella!" they said, as fell onto my knees, and sank into unconsciousness.

TEN MINUTES LATER:

I groaned as I turned over.

My stomach churned. I bolted from the nurses bed, so that's were I was, and ran the office's bathroom, and did a repeat of this morning.

"Isabella?" I heard the nurse ask.

I flushed the toilet and walked out.

"Oh dear," she murmured. "How about you go home for the day, and rest." she suggested.

"Yeah, thanks. I just have to tell my friends thanks for taking me here."

"Oh, yes. Alice Cullen is a nice gal." she said. Alice Cullen?

"Alice?" I asked.

"Yes, the one who took you here."

"Oh," was all I said.

I walked out the building towards my truck. Why would Alice Cullen, who's brother and sister hate me, help me? I had not one clue.

I climbed into my truck and drove off. About ten minutes later, I drove up into my drive way and noticed Charlie's cruiser in the driveway, too.

I guess that this was the best time to tell him.

I parked my car and got out. I walked up to the front door, and opened it.

"Bells?"

"Yes dad, it's me." I replied, hoping he wouldn't suspect anything suspicious.

"What are you doing home so early?" he asked.

"What are you doing home, dad?"

"It was dead, so the station manager said I could go home."

"Oh."

"Now that you know why I'm here, why are you here?"

I decided to tell the truth. "I was feeling sick."

"Oh, do you have a temperature?" he asked.

"No I don't. Dad…" I hesitated. I know I really should tell Charlie about James, but I don't want him to disrespect me. And what happens if I was, having a… baby?

"What is it Bells?" Charlie asked urgently.

"Well, do you, uh, know the real reason why I moved form Phoenix?" I asked. "I mean other then the part of me missing you?" I added once I saw his hurt expression.

He was hesitant. "No…" he trailed off.

"Um," I took a huge breath and continued. "I was walking to my car after work one day, while it was dark…" I told him about James and what he did to me.

When I was finished, his face was purple. I started to panic.

"Dad!" I said urgently.

It took him awhile to respond.

"What? I'm going to kill that bastard! Are you okay? Of coarse you're not. Is that sad excuse of a man behind bars yet? Have you seen a doctor yet? Wait, no, you hate doctors. Are you pre-"

I cut him off. "Charlie, breath. Yes, no, no, and I don't know. But I am making an appointment tomorrow, I promise."

"I'm so sorry Bells. How could anything so awful, happen to anyone so kind."

"It's not you fault dad, you didn't know."

He gathered me into a hug.

"I love you, Isabella." he said gruffly.

"I love you too, dad. I really do."

R&R