A/N: So I finished with Jesse going to Suze's house and that IS going to happen so don't get confused, OK?

Enjoy…

Chapter 11

Susannah's Point of View

I went home that day with a thumping headache and horrible cramps somewhere around my midsection. After English, I managed to squeeze half a bar of Nutrigrain before I was running for the nearest loo. Finn was the only one who actually had the guts to come in and see how I was (Even though he is gay, he is still a boy which caused havoc in the girls bathroom) and got me to somehow stumble to the nurse's office. The nurse made me sign papers and talk a lot and then made me lie down so she could arrange for someone to pick me up. All I wanted to do was crawl under my comfy duvet at home an lie there for the rest of my life.

My mother came to pick me up and I expected her to throw a fit there in the school like she usually did. Instead, she picked up my bag and left the school as quickly as she got there.

As soon as we got home, I went to my room and changed into a long grey old jumper and a pair of jean short shorts. I pulled the hair band out of my hair and crawled into bed with the remote in one hand and hot chocolate in the other.

To say the truth, I wasn't scared. I was terrified. Of having a baby at my age. Of having someone - a little me - inside of me and to look after it when it was born. I was barely able to look after myself, let alone a baby. They need so much bloody care, don't they? A certain type of baby food, powder milk, nappies, cream, the right type of clothes, socks, and bodies. The right kind of crib with the right toys, the right pushchair with the right kind of colours to interest the baby, blah blah blah…

I channel hopped until I was exhausted with it all. It was funny to see Paul fall to the floor when I swiftly kicked the chair legs back and even better when I sat next to Jesse and he helped with my work. But something seemed to collapse in me during the break. Whatever Jesse had said about helping me out seemed more of a lie with every passing minute.

I knew he was going to marry Maria. Why deny it? If everything he told me was true, he was either going to marry her and get all the money as well as a secure bank account or he wasn't going to marry her and lose everything.

It was obvious he was going to marry her. And he wouldn't be able to help me, would he? Not with her monitoring him all the time! I sighed and stopped channel hopping just in time to catch the beginning of the Kyle Show or something like that. Today's topic was Teenage Mothers and How They Cope.

Looks like fate is on my side today. Not.

The first girl who came on the show looked like she was anorexic and had never had a child (Or looked after one) in her life. She was dressed in expensive looking trousers and a top and had noisy bangles around her wrists.

One minute on the show and she was crying her eyes out. "You don't understand," She was saying, "My whole LIFE was ruined by this child! I can't do anything with him around! He's so messy and cries all the time! I CAN'T cope!" She wailed. The show presenter looked at her sympathetically. I wanted to puke. How pathetic could you possible GET?!

Just as I was getting really into the show, there was a knock at the door. It couldn't be mum seeing as she had her keys with her when she left for her afternoon job and it wasn't anyone from school, either. School wouldn't be out for another two hours.

Grumpily, I kicked the sheets back and climbed out of my bed, clutching my head as the whole room seemed to go upside down on me.

Whoever it was must be dying or I would kill them.

I stumbled down the stairs and opened the front door in an angry, swift move.

Only to jump back when I saw who it was.

Sam. Sam Belling was standing on my doorstep with a look that could have frozen fire. His smirk wasn't in place and his lips looked like they had disappeared. That's how thin they had been pressed together.

"Suze." He stated, so simply it chilled me to the bone. Had he found out about me and Jesse? What would he do?

It hadn't occurred to me then that that wasn't why he was so angry.

"Sam. What are you doing here?" Sam never showed up at my house. Never.

"We need to talk." Was all he said before he shoulder barged me and marched into the apartment with all the authority of a soldier on a battlefield.

I quietly shut the door behind me and wandered how Sam knew I wasn't in school.

"So… What do we need to talk about?" I asked, shuffling into the living room. Sam stare wasn't very nice. It felt like ice daggers had been shot into my back. It wasn't the comfortably nice stare I usually got from Jesse.

I mentally winced. The thought of Jesse made my heart shred into pieces.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Sam whirled round to face me and I could see the naked pain in his eyes. What was he so uptight about? He knew our relationship was open!

I decided to play safe. "Tell you what?"

Sam rolled his eyes and pointed at me, his finger slowly going lower.

"Why didn't you tell me you were pregnant?"

Oh. Was that what he was going on about?

I crossed my arms, suddenly self-conscious.

"I… I didn't have the chance. Or the time." I muttered, looking everywhere but at him. What was he here for? Give me a bollocking? Persuade me to have an abortion?

Sam stared at me as if I had gone crazy. "No time?! What you ON about? I've seen you in town! YOU'VE seen ME in town! You could have stopped me and told me, right?" He shouted. He looked so out of it I was scared. Involuntarily, I took a step back.

"Sam, you were always with your FRIENDS. You would have laughed or told me I was a right whore! Just to embarrass me!" I screeched back.

Sam gave a snort of laughter. "No doubt about that. You ARE a whore. Going with me to get yourself pregnant."

What the fuck was he on? Had he smoked some more if that weed before he came to see me?!

"You think I wanted to get pregnant and get my life ruined?!" I snapped. Sam smirked, shrugged and sat on the sofa.

"Your life was ruined anyway." He answered. I had a horrible itch to go there and smack him round the block a few times.

"Don't you DARE think or even say that I was out to get it, OK? Answer me!" I shouted.

Sam didn't even look at me. All he said was: "I don't want anything to do with the kid OR you ever again. Do you want to know who told me?"

I shrugged and didn't look at him. I wasn't planning on visiting him in the nearby future anyway. Why come here?

"Your friend- Melissa. I had to hear it from HER, didn't I? I had to get laughed at by her and that other blonde bitch of yours. Yesterday night." He added as if I was giving a shit.

"I would have preferred you told me, Suze." He said slowly, as if I was mentally retarded.

His tone of voice made something inside of me snap. "Look, you fucking son of a bitch. I'm not your little whore who will come after you for the money and the weekend seeing shit, OK? OK? Because I have absolutely no fucking intention of seeing you anywhere near the kid or me in the future, OK? It was alright for you when I gave you that blowjob a year ago, wasn't it? Wasn't it?! And now that things have turned back against you, you prefer to run away like a good shithole!" I shouted.

Sam's face paled. "Are you saying that whatever happened between us - blowjob or otherwise - was a bad idea? And you regret it?"

I snorted. "You bet." I turned my head away from him.

I heard Sam get up and start walking towards me. I didn't see his hand flying towards my face, though.

All I felt was my knees hitting the back of the sofa and me falling towards it. Oh, and my face stinging like hell on ice.

And then I felt him leaning towards me, his minty breath on my face, "You are a whore and a bitch, Suze, and you will never ever get out of such a thing, understood? And if I find out you're keeping that… that thing, then you'll regret the day you were born."

Before I could say anything, he was gone.

And five minutes later, there was another knock on the door.

I took in a breath and shrugged on a hoody, pulling the hood up over my face. My cheek was stinging like mad, and I knew that bruise would form soon.

I pulled the hood low over my face and opened the door.

"Susannah," Jesse breathed as soon as he saw me. He grabbed me by the shoulders and pressed me to him, holding me as tightly as he could without hurting me. "Are you alright?" He asked, pulling away a bit so he could see me properly, "What happened to your face?"

I shrugged away from him and didn't answer. What was I supposed to say? The baby's father came round and decided a good beating would do?

I took a step back and gestured for him to go inside. He did so without hesitating and as I closed the door behind me he grabbed me again and kissed me as he never had before.

His lips on mine, his hands on my waist holding me to him, his lips in my hair… It was all too much. I broke away with a sob. I never knew I was so weak.

"Jesse…I…"

Jesse cupped my face, looking into my eyes. I know it sounds corny but right at that moment, I think something passed between us. I think that right there, right then, he understood what had happened.

So I sat him down in the kitchen with a mug of coffee and explained everything, just to make sure.

When I finished, Jesse nodded and said, "Your mother isn't around, is she?"

I shook my head and shifted my weight on his lap. His lap and chest were the most comfortable and calming places I could be and I took to sitting on his lap whenever something was horribly wrong - always.

"I came here to talk to your mother. I heard some things in the Staffroom that weren't…I don't know. They were talking about you - that much was obvious - but they were saying things…" He trailed off, suddenly uneasy.

"What things?" My voice came out as a squeak. I knew what he was saying.

"Susannah, is it true that your mother prostituted you when you were little? When you were ten?" I didn't answer. I found that keeping silent was the best answer. It didn't hurt you or anyone else as much as words did.

Jesse stopped stroking my hair and pulled away slightly. "Querida, I need to know. If it is true, then your mother could suffer serious consequences, OK? We need to get you sorted in a good home. With a loving family."

I laughed without humour. "Oh, sure Jesse. THAT would be so easy, wouldn't it? Seeing as I'm nearly eighteen and it would be too late for adoption and my mother is a drugged up, fucked up alcoholic and my brother doesn't give a shit unless it was his dick that fell off. It's going to be so easy, isn't it, that I'm having a child at my age and any hope I had for the future was lost. So, so, SO easy, Jesse." I got up from his lap and walked to the sink, rinsing the few mugs that had been left there.

It was silent for a while and I heard Keith's phone vibrate in his pocket. It was going to be either his fiancée checking up on him or his father.

Jesse didn't answer the stupid phone and it stopped ringing. Ten seconds later, it started vibrating again.

Without turning round, I muttered, "You better answer that."

Sighing, Jesse stood up and took the phone out of his pocket.

"Hello? Yes, Maria. OK….No…Look, I've got other things to do than run around after you-…I don't give a damn, that's the problem…No, not MY problem. YOUR problem…Look….I…Whatever!" He said something else (Quite rude) and hung up, slamming his finger so hard on the 'off' button that I was surprised that the whole phone didn't crumble in his hand.

Silence. I wasn't enjoying this silence. This silence was so thick with tension and anger and unsaid words and, somehow, memories.

Horrible memories I wanted to bury deeply at the back of my mind. I shivered.

Jesse came up behind me and slid his arms around my waist, his face buried in my hair, his breathing uneven. I felt so cruel. He was having his own problems and I didn't need to pile mine on top of his as well.

"Kiss me," He whispered, his breath tickling the back of my neck. I turned round, wrapping my arms around his neck, my damp hands tangling in that gorgeous, soft hair of his. He whispered my name against my lips and sat me on top of the kitchen counter and I wrapped my legs around his waist, holding him against me. I pressed my lips to his, then went lower, kissing his neck, his throat, his chin, his jaw, his cheekbone, his forehead.

"Sorry…So, so sorry…" I whispered urgently before he crushed his lips against mine again, his hands tugging at my hoody so I shrugged it off and threw it on the floor. His hands slid under my jumper to stroke the skin on my back and he let out a little, soft, quiet whimper that made me smile.

I pulled away from him and pressed my forehead against his. If only I wasn't pregnant…

Jesse opened his eyes and smiled at me, his thumb brushing over my lips again and again. He didn't say a word, he only looked at me, his finger stroking my lips which were tingling from our kiss.

If only I wasn't pregnant…

I slid off the kitchen counter and hugged him tightly, wanting him not to let go.

"Yes, it was true. Everything you heard was true. What they say about me becoming a prostitute at the age of ten was true. We were going through a real rough patch at the time. My dad had committed suicide and my brother had run away. My mother lost her job and the only way we could get food on our plates was if I went out on the streets and made myself available. I did it for two years. When the Social Services found out, I quit. My mother found another job and we carried on living another way." I said quietly, rubbing my face against his shoulder.

Jesse didn't say anything. He cupped the back of my head and pulled me into another kiss, this one short and sweet, meant to stay on your lips for a while after letting go.

"I love you," He whispered.

I smiled but before I could say anything the front door opened and I heard my mother come in, shopping bags in each hand. Jesse and I wrenched away and hoped there was no incriminating evidence about what had been going on between me and Mr. de Silva.

My mother stopped abruptly in the doorway, her dark hair falling out of the atrocious bun she had done that morning.

"Oh, Mr. de Silva, what a surprise." She said pleasantly. God, how gross! My mother trying it on with my English teacher!

"Hello, Ms. Simon. I came to talk to you…" I threw him a panicked glance. Was he really going to? "About your daughter. I was very worried about her today. I've been told about her…er…"

"If you trying to talk about her pregnancy with me, Mr. de Silva, I'm sorry to say that I don't want to have anything to do with it whatsoever. She came home today with a headache and pain in her midsection and that's all I want to know." My mother snapped.

Jesse looked like he was about to do something very bad but all he said was, "She's your daughter, Ms. Simon, and I hope you take care of her as a mother should her daughter." He said so calmly, as if he was expecting my mother's furious answer but didn't care.

"Young man, you are only, what, 25? You don't know how to grow a child and my daughter does what I say she does."

Jesse nodded and as my mother turned her back on us, he rolled his eyes at me. I smiled back.

I walked him to the door and let him kiss me softly and quickly, just before whispering, "I have my first scan tomorrow, Jesse. Come with me. Please."

Jesse smiled and his eyes shone with excitement. "Of course I will. What time?"

"Half ten"

He nodded. "Meet me in the basement. I don't have lessons tomorrow after period one."

"OK. And Jesse?" He turned around again, "I love you too."

Jesse smiled, chuckled, and walked down the steps to the sidewalk.

I watched him drive away, hoping that he would never drive away from me like that.

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A/N: FIRST SCAN! Yay! I'm so excited about writing the next chapter people! I love baby scans, don't you?! I would like to thank everyone who reviewed my last chapter! I love you all so much! And please keep reviewing! I LIVE for reviewing, no joke.

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The next update will be soon, but in the meantime please go and read Guilty As Charged. It's a new story and I think it needs a little bit of R&R! :D

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- Ali (Devilslawyer123)