DID YA MISS ME?

Now the moment you've all been waiting for...CHAPTER 4!

Sorry for the late update...I have a notebook where I write down a summary of what I want to do with each chapter of a fanfic, but I lost it. I just found it...under my bed.

Smoooooothhh lolol

BTW: I don't really have an updating schedule. I just update when I'm done with a chapter. It could be on the weekdays, it could be on the weekends. Who knows? :) I'm a very random person.

PIPER'S POV

I let out a breath of relief once Jason closes my bedroom door. I slump back on the bed. God, I'm feeling nauseous.

How am I already getting morning sickness? It's barely been four weeks! I thought it usually started around the sixth week. At least that's what health guide said. But my doctor said that some women get it earlier. I guess it's fine...

I sigh. How am I going to do this on my own? Lacy isn't even here!

I'm just going to have to manage.

Suddenly, my door bursts open, revealing a very red and furious Jason. He was holding something in his hand but I couldn't see what it was.

"Jason? What are you doing here? I thought you left-"

"Shut. Up," he growls, closing the door behind him. He stomps over to my bed and pulls my hand up so that I'm sitting up. I wince and glare at him. "What the hell? That hurts, you know!"

He ignores me. "Tell me that this is your roommate's, and that it doesn't belong to you," he tells me, holding up a stick. I peer at it and find myself recoiling once I see the familiar stick.

Shit.

How did he get my pregnancy test? I thought I put it in the cabinet of the bathroom.

I gulp and look down at my hands.

"McLean, I'm fucking serious. I'm one of those people who do NOT like being ignored. If you do not answer my question, I will kill you."

I looked back up at him. "Is that a threat?" I manage.

"Consider it what you want. I don't care. I just want to know if this is your damn pregnancy test or not!"

"It's none of your business!" I get out of my bed, shoving past him. I suddenly don't feel so nauseous anymore.

He follows me and grabs both of my wrists, before I could leave my room. He pushes me against the wall, holding my wrists up against the wall. I struggle to get out of his grip but my attempts are useless. Jason stares right into my eyes.

"I'm going to ask you nicely one more time. Is this pregnancy test yours or not?"

I look down, not wanting to answer him. I don't want him to know, I don't want him to know, I don't want him to know.

"ANSWER ME!" he shouts, clenching my wrists tighter.

"YES! It's my test!" I yell, looking back up at him.

His face whitens. "Are-are you pregnant?" he whispers.

"Yes! I am pregnant! And unfortunately, the baby is yours, too!"

"No, no, no. You can't be. You can't be pregnant. You're lying to me!"

"I am pregnant, you asshole! Thanks to you!"

"YOU'RE LYING!" Jason shouts.

"I'M NOT!"

"Maybe you are, but the child is NOT MINE!"

"YES IT IS!"

"NO! YOU'RE LYING! YOU'RE A FUCKING LIAR! You're definitely not pregnant with MY child! You just want someone to father your baby! No, no, no. You're just a disgusting whore and slut trying to find a father for your fucking child! I don't care! I'm not fucking falling for it! This is NOT my kid! You're LYING to me! You're a miserable, slutty, bitchy whore-"

Once I got my right wrist out of his grip, I interrupted him by slapping him.

His head moves to the side and he finally lets go of my wrists. He turns back at me with fury in his eyes. "How dare you-"

"I am not a slut. The only person I ever slept with is you! And that was a mistake! It's your fault that all of this is happening! Just accept the fact that you got me pregnant, goddammit!"

Jason looks up at the ceiling, looking thoughtful, and looks back at me. "Fine," he shrugs. "Just get an abortion."

I stare at him blankly. He's kidding, right?

But his face is neutral, his lips are in a straight line. He's not joking.

"ARE YOU CRAZY?! ARE YOU A FUCKING IDIOT?! YOU'RE TELLING ME TO KILL MY OWN CHILD?! WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU?! YOU'RE TELLING ME TO MURDER MY BABY?!" I shriek at him.

His face becomes angry again. "IT'S NOT MURDER IF YOUR CHILD WAS NEVER BORN!"

"IT IS! I'M NOT GETTING AN ABORTION! WHAT KIND OF A FATHER ARE YOU?!"

His eyes, which were blazing with anger before, become icy, cold, and hard like how they were before. He let out a humorless laugh. I watched him, confused. Why is he laughing? What's going on?

Then he stops and looks at me. "You might be pregnant. It might be my fault. I might share my DNA with that thing growing inside of you, but I will never accept it. I don't care about your child. If you're not getting an abortion, I don't give a crap."

I blink twice. And then I explode. "A thing?! How dare you call your own child a thing?!"

He shrugs. "I don't fucking care. And that's not my child. I'm not a father. Don't you DARE fucking tell anyone about that baby because I will crush you. This isn't a movie. I'm not going to magically start caring about you or that thing inside of you just because you're pregnant. Got it?"

With that, he shoved past me and walked out of my room. I heard the front door slam loudly. I sighed and looked down at my stomach. I smiled and traced a pattern on my stomach.

"I love you, but your timing sucks," I whisper.

The next morning, I wake up to see morning light coming out of my bedroom window. I groan, getting up. I really don't feel like going to classes today.

And then I grin and lay down again.

Today's a Saturday.

I grin wider and close my eyes again, trying to go to sleep. But unfortunately, I can't. I sigh and decide to get up.

Once I get up on my feet, I wince. Ugh. I feel nauseous. I feel like throwing up.

So I do.

I throw up in the trashcan next to my bed.

I wince once I'm done and make a face at the trash can. Yup, I'm gonna have to change the bag.

I groan and get up, walking to the bathroom. After brushing my teeth and taking a shower, I change into some clean clothes and go to the kitchen. I make myself a bowl of cereal and am halfway through it before I start feeling nauseous again. I push the bowl away and walk to the couch, laying down on it. I flip through the channels and watch the news.

Suddenly, my phone starts ringing. I get up to answer it, without checking the caller ID.

"Hello?" I mumble, dejectedly.

"Hey, kiddo!"

A grin breaks out on my face immediately. "Dad?!"

I hear his familiar chuckle. "In the flesh."

"Oh my gosh, Dad. you haven't called me since FOREVER!"

"Yeah, sorry honey. Just got busy with work."

"Oh. Anyways, how are you?"

"Shouldn't I be the one asking you that?" he laughs.

I panic. Shit. He knows?! "What?"

"Nothing, just joking honey. Why? Is something wrong-"

"No! No! Everything's fine! Peachy!"

I want to slap myself.

Peachy?

"That's...nice, kiddo. Um, are you sure everything is alright?"

"Yeah, I'm...I'm okay."

"Okay, then," he says, sounding unsure. "But, Piper?"

"Yes?"

"If there's anything you want to tell me, don't hesitate. Don't be worried about me getting mad or anything. I'm here for you, okay? I love you, sweetie."

I feel tears rushing to my eyes. "I-I know. I love you too, Daddy," I manage to choke out.

"Okay, honey. Now I have to go. I'll call you later, okay?"

"Alright. Love you. Bye, Dad."

"Love you, too. Bye, honey."

Click.

I sigh and gently place my phone on the kitchen counter. I stand in the same spot, just looking at it.

I don't realize that I'm crying until I feel a teardrop on my arm.

I sniff and quickly wipe the tears away. I can't cry anymore. I can't be weak. I can't. I have to be strong.

I have to.

My phone starts ringing, yet again.

I groan and get up from my comfortable spot on the couch to answer it. I don't check the Caller ID and answer the call. "Hello?"

"Piper, did you go to the doctor after taking your pregnancy test?" a familiar voice asks.

I frown. What the hell?

And then it clicks.

Jason fucking Grace.

"No. And it's none of your business."

"Did you go to a midwife?"

"Well...no..."

I hear a chuckle from the other line. "If you didn't go to the doctor, how can you confirm that you're actually pregnant? Pregnancy tests can be messed up sometimes, you know."

"I...I am pregnant, though."

"Yeah, yeah. Go to a doctor and THEN tell me if you're having a baby or not."

"Wait, how did you get my number?"

"That's for me to know and for you to never be able to find out about. Goodbye, Penelope."

"Hey, wait! I'm not done with you yet-"

Click.

I groan and slam my phone down on the counter. I stomp to my room and slam the door. I lay down on my bed and close my eyes for about two minutes before reopening them again.

And then I go back to the kitchen and retrieve my phone. I scroll through my contacts and find who I'm looking for. I call that number.

After two rings, the person picks up. "Hello?"

"Hey, Annabeth? Do you know any good doctors who specialize in delivering babies and pregnancy? Or any midwives? If you do, can you please come over so that I can make an appointment with them?"

After about half an hour, Annabeth came over. We were sitting in my room, and she was sitting across from me.

She gave me the number and I dialed it into the phone. I held in a breath as the phone dialed.

I was so thankful that Annabeth came over. I don't know, I just didn't feel like calling the doctor alone. I need someone. I need a friend.

Finally, the lady picks up. "Hello?"

"Um, hi. Is this Dr. Minter's office? May I speak to her?"

"Speaking."

Crap. I look at Annabeth with fear. "Um, I need to schedule an appointment."

"Sure, but what's your reason for making the appointment?"

"Well, recently, I took a pregnancy test and the results are positive. I want to know if I actually am...um, expecting."

"Okay, how does Monday at one o'clock in the afternoon sound?"

I have classes...but I guess one day wouldn't hurt. "Um, okay."

"Great! What's your name?"

"Piper McLean."

"Okay, got it. You will need to fill in some forms on Monday when you arrive. Oh, and will your husband be visiting?"

I bite my lip. "I'm not...I'm not married."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"It's fine."

"No really, what I meant to ask was if the father of your baby be visiting?"

"No."

"Okay, thank you. I'll see you on Monday, Ms. McLean."

"Thank you so much. Goodbye."

"No problem. Bye."

She hangs up and I sigh in relief, handing the phone to Annabeth. She smiles at me in a supportive way.

"You will be absolutely fine, Piper."

"What if I'm not pregnant?"

"I don't know...isn't that what you wanted?"

"No. I mean, yes. No, I mean no. I mean...I wouldn't mind if I was. I'd just be angry at myself for being stupid and disappointing my dad."

"Piper, it's your dad. He loves you. You should tell him."

"I just always thought that if I had a child, it'd be when I was married. Or at least had a boyfriend. Not when I was a freshman in college and had the manwhore of the campus as the father."

"It wasn't your fault."

"It was! I was stupid and got drunk all because I didn't know how to say no! And I lost my virginity to Jason, out of all people! And suddenly, I find out that I may be pregnant! Jason is a conceited, selfish, horrible, cold-hearted, idiotic and rude manwhore who's into smoking and gangs and all that stuff! Everyone will think I'm one of the sluts who's obsessed with him and managed to get knocked-up by him, even though he's the only guy I ever slept with!"

I don't realize that I'm crying until Annabeth wraps her arms around me, promising me that she'll kick his arse next time she sees him.

"Jason didn't show any sympathy or concern about the baby," I cry. "He found out I was pregnant and kept denying it. He suggested I go ABORT the baby. Abort my child, not to mention also his child. He didn't care at all. He threatened me to not tell anyone about my baby being his. How could he be so heartless?"

"He's a jerk, Piper. And he doesn't deserve your attention. Anyways, it's his loss. You and your child will-"

"My possible child."

"Right. You and your POSSIBLE child will be happy and perfectly fine without him."

I nod. "Alright."

"Good luck, Piper."

"Thanks, Annabeth. You're the best."

"No problem."

We start watching a movie while I occasionally stroke my belly.

I know I'm pregnant. I just know it.

And I'm actually more than okay with that.

I will have this baby. Maybe I'll get shunned by Dad. Maybe people will label me as a slut. Maybe Jason will never care about my baby.

But I don't give a crap.

BORING CHAPTER AND I APOLOGIZE FOR THAT.

I'm sorry, I've been a bit...uninspired for writing this fanfic. I really feel unsatisfied with this chappie.

ANYWAYS.

So who's excited for Thanksgiving break?

Bye guys!

~maybeitslaiba~