I lay back waiting for Shane to bring me a glass of water. I pulled my arm out from underneath the duvet and traced my fingers down the intricate scars that decorated my arm. A tear trickled down my face. I wiped it away as Shane entered the room.
"Hey what's up?" He asked. "what was that about Claire?"
"Nothing I just can't sleep, I'm still hurting really really bad," another tear dripped onto the duvet. "it hurts so so much and there's nothing we can do." I squeezed my eyes shut praying for the pain to subside.
"you should have told me Claire, maybe we should go. If its that bad maybe they're on their way." he looked concerned.
"no, its okay when we went earlier they were just as bad and the doc said its nothing to worry about " I sighed. "Do you think Eve and Michael will mind if we join them?" I said. "Are they still watching a film? I just wanna' get my mind of this." I frowned. "Please?!" I begged. Shane nodded and helped me to my feet. We made our way downstairs I sat on the sofa next to Shane and Eve and Michael sat on the floor infront of us holding hands. My eyes rested on the screen and I smiled, Finding Nemo. One of my favourite films. I smiled and realised how thirsty I was. I waited 5 minutes before getting to my feet and making my way to the kitchen. I went to the fridge and grabbed the bottle of orange juice.
"Hey." I heard a voice behind me and grinned, Shane.
"Hey" I replied not turning around. I felt his arms slip round me and giggled. He kissed me on the back of my neck as I poured a drink.
"Come on handsome let's watch this film." I headed towards the door. My eyes widened as I dropped the glass it smashed on the floor sending pieces of orange glass skating across the floor. I put a hand to my stomach and felt a gush between my legs. I leant forward as pain twisted in my stomach and felt Shanes arms steady me.
"Shane!?" I gasped. I squeezed my eyes shut waiting for the pain to pass, and opened them. I was looking at the floor, the orange juice had turned pink with blood.
Another wave of pain washed over my I stifled a scream.
"What the-" I looked up and saw Michael in the doorway followed by Eve. I breathed deeply trying to drown out the pain. I slowly straightened up, Shane held my hand reassuring me that I'd be okay. Michael was on the phone talking to my midwife and Eve was...well she was everywhere throwing a towel on the floor to protect our feet then handing one to me and helping Michael on the phone. Shane helped me into a kitchen chair, I was almost screaming the house down.
"Okay the doctors on her way, she says the roads are bad and she doesn't want to move you given that your bleeding." he said repeating what Michael had just told him. I screamed again Shane rubbed my back. "You wanna stay here?" he asked. I shook my head annd pointed to the living room. Shane slid the chair I was sitting on across into the living room and placed me gently on the couch, Eve had thrown plastic sheets everywhere making it look like we were decorating. I was still bleeding and screamed again.
"Shhhh you're okay baby" Eve said.
"What if I'm not!" I screeched. "What if I killed them!" Shane went pale. I screamed again as agony ripped through me. I breathed through the pain.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" I screamed sitting up and grabbing my stomach. "lm killing them!" I burst into tears.
"Shhhhh Claire! Lay down your not killing them okay?!" Michael said.
"I-I-I can't" I panted, a face came into view, Shanes. He said something I couldn't hear. Then Michael face appeared he tried to hold me down. I saw Eve push him out of the way.
"Claire...Claire can you hear me!?...Please...Michael...wrong...shes not doing anything! CLAIRE!?" Mascara ran down Eves face. The agony was to much, blinding deafening I couldn't hear what she was saying.
I scrambled up into more of a sitting position and screamed as more blood gushed out of me. I fell back against the couch panting I could feel anger building up inside me I stood up pushing Michael out of the way.
"YOU DID THIS TO ME! I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU" I shouted thumping Shane. I felt another gush between my legs and grabbed my stomach I fell against the sofa I brought my knees up to my chin and sat there crying.
"I think her water just broke." Said Shane pointing out the obvious. I cried. I couldn't believe what was happening, here I was Claire Danvers A grade student, 18 and pregnant giving birth in the living room dressed only in my boyfriends T-shirt and a pair of knickers, sitting on the sofa bawling my eyes out.
"Okay." Eve said taking charge. "Turn." She said, Michael did so. Shane stood there looking at her quizzically. "Yes you too. You may be her boyfriend but your still a guy." Shane turned and within a matter of second Eve was yanking off my knickers.
"Eve!" I exclaimed.
"Claire, you're a girl I'm a girl, its not like you could get them off your self." She said helping me to the floor I sat with my back again the sofa crying and panting. The door bell rang and seconds later Michael returned. With a stake at his heart.
"No!" Eve screamed. The man holding it turned to Shane.
"Hello son."