YOU DIDN'T STAY

A story written by prettylittlehaleb234

*disclaimer: I don't own Pretty Little Liars or any of the characters**I'm also going to be changing their goodbye a bit so it doesn't completely match the pll storyline*

Chapter ten: he needs to know

HANNA

The words fall out of my mouth, and I immediately look to the ground. I can't even face my mom right now. I hear her phone go, and she tells Ted that she'll call him back. "You're what?" she whisper, and I put my head in my hands. "I'm sorry mom!" I whisper, tears falling. I feel Caleb snake an arm around my waist, and I reach for his hand. He squeezes it and I calm down a bit.

"Mom, please… say something!" I plead. "I'm going to be a grandma," she squeals. "W…what?" I stutter, looking up. I see my mom has a massive smile on her face, and smile back. "Han, I'm always going to be here for you. I wasn't going to kick you to the curb now was I baby girl?" God she took that news well.

I stand up, still shaking and walk over to my mom. She pulls me into a hug, and I get her shirt wet with tears, but this time they're tears of joy. "Caleb, you better stick around," my mom says to him and he chuckles. "Ms Marin, I'm not going anywhere!" he tells her, and I smile at his words. "Good, you two will be great parents."

We stand up, about to leave, when my mom grabs my wrist. "Han, you do know you'll have to tell your father…" she says, in a whisper. "No mom, he's not part of my life anymore…" I say, trembling at the thought of telling him. He would most likely make me get rid of him/her, but that's never going to happen. "Hanna, I'm not asking you… I'm telling you!" my mom says. "I'll be with you every step of the way Han, we can invite him for dinner. I can make a reservation?" Caleb asks. I grab his hand, and he squeezes it tightly. "Fine, tonight 8pm at The Grille." I tell him, and he writes it down in his notes. I walk outside, and hear Caleb's feet catching me up.

He opens the car door, and the journey home is silent. We walk hand in hand to the apartment, and he unlocks the door. I try to get upstairs but he pulls me back. "Han, are you okay?" he asks me. "No, Caleb I'm not okay. My dad won't take this news well, and I don't want to even think about what he'll do to us. Caleb, what if he hurts me and the baby?" He looks me in the eye, and his face softens. "Baby, I'm not letting him lay a finger on you, he'll have to get past me first!" Caleb says protectively. I bury my face in his sweatshirt, making mascara stains appear. "Caleb, I'm so sorry," I exclaim, trying to wipe it away, only making matters worth. "Babe, it's fine, I have plenty of shirts," he reassures me.

LATER THAT NIGHT

7:30pm.

"Han, you ready?"

I open the bedroom door, impressed that I've only been in there an hour. Usually it takes me 2, but I was in a hurry. I walk down the stairs, and see Caleb waiting at the bottom. I instantly smile. "Wow…" he says, looking me up and down. "Not too shabby yourself Rivers," I say laughing a little. He takes my hand, and we walk to the Grille. "Hey Em," I say. Emily works here, so she could easily book us a table. She leads the way, and we sit in the booth. "Date night?" she questions. "NO, we're here to tell my dad…" I say. "Oh, well I hope it goes alright," she says before heading off to serve another customer.

I hear the door open, and turn to see my dad walking into the restaurant. Only… he's with Isobel and Kate. "Caleb… why are they here?" I hiss at him. "I don't know," he whispers back. They spot us and make their way over. "Hanna!" my dad says, hugging me. "Hi dad," I say bluntly. I stand up, letting him, Isobel and Kate sit in the first booth. Me and Caleb take a seat opposite, and he holds my hand tightly.

"So, Hanna… what was the reason for this dinner. I got the feeling you didn't want to see me again?" he asks me. "Well, mom thought you should know…" I say. "Know what?" he questions. "That I'm pregnant!" His face changes, from confused, to him processing it, to him being angry. Very angry. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE PREGNANT HANNA?" He screams, pushing himself up from the table. "I mean, Caleb and I are having a baby. Now you can either be in their life or not!" I say, butterflies growing in my stomach. "You sure as hell aren't having a child Hanna, you're 17 for God's sake!" he shouts.

The whole restaurant turns their heads, and I hide my face. I feel Caleb's arm slide protectively round my waist, and I cuddle into him. Isobel tries to calm down my dad but he won't. I see a hint of pain in his eyes, and soften. "Daddy?" I whisper. "Don't daddy me Hanna," he says, getting angry again. He shoves Caleb out the way, and grabs my wrist. "You're coming with me," he instructs, tightening his grip on my petite arm. "Dad, you're hurting me!" I cry, but he doesn't listen.

He drags me out of the shop, and pushes me into the backseat of his Mercedes Benz. I bang my head against the left hand door, and everything goes dark…

CALEB

I stumble around, trying to get my footing. "Caleb!" I hear Emily cry. She helps me up, and sits me down. "No Em, I need to help Hanna!" I say, trying to stand but immediately falling back down. "Caleb, Mr Marin took her. We've called the police, but you need to sit still!"

"NO, NO!" I cry. He can't take Hanna, and the baby. My baby. Our baby. "What about the baby, Em what about the baby?!" I whisper angrily. "I don't know Caleb, I just don't know!" she mumbles under her breath. I hear sirens, and see flashing lights. "They're here, everyone please vacate!" I hear Emily call. I hear chairs scraping back, but can't put a picture to the scene. And then suddenly, I'm falling, falling down…

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