Pairing: Bella/Paul
Genre: Angst
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Twilight or the Twilight Franchise. I just like playing with the characters!
Choices have Consequences
A dreadful cornflower blue decorated the room. The chairs and carpet the same awful blue. The tattered Parent magazines were at least four years outdated - befitting the shabbiness of the small room. The pierced, uninterested looking receptionist barely glanced up at her as she walked to the desk to sign-in.
The girl hands her a brown paper sack and said in a dead monotone voice, "Condoms."
She accepts the bag and makes her way to a battered chair. The overwhelming pungent sterile clinic odor singed her nose with each inhale. The aroma made her nauseous. As many times as she's been in the hospital for broken bones, she never could stomach the smell - too many bad memories associated with the scent.
The poster in front of her read "I am not a clump of cells" accompanied by a picture of a developed baby inside of a womb mocked her; telling her that she was going to hell. Good thing she never believed in Heaven or Hell. Vampires and Werewolves, yes, but an imaginary dwelling placed in the bible to scare children and adults alike into doing right by humanity seems a little too farfetched - even for her beliefs.
When Edward left, it took every bit of positivity from Jacob to bring her back to the land of the living. She started believing in life after a horrible break-up again, thanks to her best friend. Then, he up and leaves her just like sparkly. Once again, all hope left Bella Swan. She often questioned herself if the problem was in fact her and not her choice in men. Maybe there was something wrong with her.
She found out about the wolves at the same time she met Paul. Paul – the hot-headed man-whore of La Push that she slapped in the face. A chuckled escaped her as she thought about the infamous slap. He got so angry and scared the shit out of her when he phased into a giant wolf. Then her best friend, Jacob, turned into a giant wolf fending Paul off rescuing her yet again only this time from a wolf and not herself or a vampire.
Paul caught up with her later that night to apologize again for scaring her. Charlie worked the late shift that night. He found her nursing a bottle of Jack Daniels – half empty when he showed up. He acted as if he was truly interested in her problems and listened as she caught a sudden case of diarrhea of the mouth.
One thing led to another and the next moment she was naked from the waist down with Paul over her.
"Fuck. You're a virgin?" Paul asked as blood filled his nostrils.
"Was," her inebriated response.
"You want me to stop?" She laughed at his concern. He didn't give two shits before.
"No. Just keep going." She responded.
She vaguely remembered him putting his contact info in her phone. It wasn't until he called a few days later she realized he had her phone number as well. After the pleasantries, they hooked up later that same day. It quickly became a regular thing.
They mutually agreed it was just sex. Fine by her because sex with Paul was addicting.
After a few months of unadulterated sex, Paul asked her out on a real date. She accepted with the pretense of phenomenal sex afterwards. Paul enthusiastically agreed. When the dates became obscenely excessive she found ways to make him forget about the date – skipping the entrée and going straight for dessert. She kept him at arm's length refusing anything more serious than a late night fuck session.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. A straight-A student. She had a brain somewhere up there rolling around in the hollow cage. Why didn't it occur to her to make sure he had protection? Remembering that dreadful little pill every morning was a headache.
A disinterested nurse approached her with two small paper cups – one held a pill the other a swallow of water. "Ms. Swan?"
"Yes?"
"Here take this," the nurse handed her the pill first followed by the water.
"What's this?" Bella curiously asked as she accepted the items from the nurse.
"To start the process," was the terse reply.
Bella tossed the pill into her mouth and drank the water to help the pill slide down easily. Satisfied, the nurse left without another word.
She heard the door open as another person entered the clinic. Curiosity killed the cat she thought as she looked up to see another walk-of-shame come through the door.
Instead – Paul's eyes were glued to hers. She watched his hesitant approach.
"Bella, what are you doing here?" His voice was uncharacteristically soft as he took the seat beside her.
"Why are you here Paul?" she asked completely ignoring his question altogether.
"The baby is mine too, Bella." The dejected sound in his voice grated on her nerves.
"Bella Swan," a nurse walked through the door leading to the rooms behind.
Bella stood up. Her progress was halted as Paul lightly encompassed her arm. "Please, Bella, don't do this. We can figure this out. Please."
She refused to look at him. Refused to see the tears she could hear in his voice. The pleading look that no doubt masked his face.
"The choice has been made," she whispered knowing her could hear her as she followed the nurse through the door.
She never looked back.
A/N: I write under a different pen name on Tricky Raven. Thank you!
