A/N: I do not own Twilight. And sorry I haven't updated in forever. I've been working out kinks and writing in my "FanFiction" Notebook. I've started a linked story to this one called Sky. Embry's imprint story!! Yay! I know!!! Hopefully I'll have it up as soon as I have this Grace chapter up!!! Woohoo!! You should read it!!
Recap:
"Seth, I wanna come home," I choked out. I sobbed even harder, my whole body jerked with it. My breathing ragged.
"I need to come home, I need you," I sobbed curling up into a ball on the bathroom floor.
Seth's POV
My heart broke as I heard those words. She was crying on the other end of the country where I couldn't hold her.
"What wrong Sweetheart?" I held back my own tears of hurt.
"I don't belong here! I'm lonely and fat, they're taking my lead away from me," she sobbed.
"FAT!? Gracie you're not fat! How many times do I have to tell you this?" I protested.
"She called me fat though and she really meant it!! And then she asked if I was pregnant," she cried out her voice ringing and echoing wherever she was.
"Where are you? And who's saying all this crap?" I asked.
"The bathroom at the dance academy and it's my dance teacher saying this so it's true," she murmured.
"She's not telling the truth! Carlisle says you're still under your weight range for your body size. Even with all of your new muscles," I growled.
"I think I'm going to be sick," she groaned.
"Gracelen Ray! Do not purge yourself, ever," I yelled at her.
"I'm fat and I want to be the lead. She's going to give it to Yvette if I don't lose the weight," she sobbed.
"Are you listening to yourself? You don't sound anything like yourself. Remember I love you no matter what size but I won't step aside and let you starve yourself to get skinnier!" I tried pushing sense into her.
"I'm not starving myself," she argued.
"Yet, Carlisle says you have had cases of anorexia before and I'm not going to let it happen again," I growled.
"I'm sorry, Seth. I'm sorry," she sobbed.
"It's okay," I ran my hand through my hair," I just wish I could be there with you."
"I don't think you should come here," she sounded very distant.
"Gracie? What's wrong? Why shouldn't I be there?" I freaked.
I head rustling in her bag.
"Gracie?"
"When was the last time we had sex?" she murmured.
I was confused but thought back.
"The day before Thanksgiving. Why?" I wondered.
"That's to close to today, think back farther," she told me.
"A week before we went to Carlisle's office," I reminded her.
"Um, yeah. We didn't use protection either did we?" she said her voice hesitant.
"Are you saying you think you're pregnant again?" I whispered.
"Hold on a sec. So glad I took these with me," her voice was muffled. I hear a stall slam and two minutes later it slammed again.
"Alright I did my pee on a stick thing, now once again we have to go through the wait," she sighed.
"'Pee on a stick thing'? Wow Gracie, you sound so intellectual," I snorted.
"Well sorry, I couldn't use my smarts for that one moment," she laughed. Anxious was coated all over her voice.
"So how have the nomadic infestations gone?" she wondered.
"Pretty good, they know how to fight but they get cocky to soon. One got his head snapped off my by Jake and Edward because he was going to start tracking Nessie. You should have heard Jake's thoughts. He was so livid," I laughed. I was so happy I got to talk to her.
"I can only imagine. So how many do you think are left?" she asked.
"Ah maybe 6, they come and we chase them off but they keep coming back. We don't know why though," I said confusing myself.
"Are the Cullen's helping?"
"Jasper and Edward are. Emmett and Rose are planning for some big trip to this Island Carlisle got Esme awhile back, (A/N: This trip is the start of another story I'm writing)" I informed her.
"Oh, you mean Isle Esme? That's where Bella and Edward went on their honeymoon. I heard it's really lovely there," she sighed content.
"So are you feeling better now?" I asked her.
"Yes, very much so. Thank you. You always know what to say to me," she laughed.
"Well, I'm your Imprint, so of course I know," I began to say but was interrupted by hysterical screaming and slight hyperventilation.
A string of gleeful profanities came out of her mouth.
"Gracie, Is that a yes you're pregnant scream?" I giddily asked. Already pretty much knowing her answer.
"YES!" she screamed with joy.
"I'm coming home Seth!! Screw being in the Nutcracker suite. I'm going to be a mommy," she squealed.
"And I'm going to be a daddy," I added joyfully.
"A very good one too. I gotta go and pack. I love you Seth," she cooed.
"I love you too Gracie," I smiled like a madman.
Grace's POV
I fumbled to put the so called 'Pee sticks' back in my bag and I scrambled out of the bathroom.
I took off down the hall and ran back into my now ex-dance class and my ex-dance instructor the news.
"I'm quitting! Have fun Yvette! I'm gonna go live my life and coach my cheerios. Who knows I may also be on So You Think You Can Dance," I babbled.
Everybody turned and looked at me like I was crazy.
Lay, Pen, and Cal walked over to me with worried faces.
"What's going on Grace?" they asked in unison.
I took a deep breath; I might as well get it over with.
I turned to Ms. Hurd who was not hiding the scowl on her face.
"You're a bitch for calling me fat. Because face it, I'm anorexic! My boyfriend won't stand back and watch me dwindle to sticks which probably won't happen because I'll be eating for two now! Yah, I'm pregnant! Bye- Bye now!" I released all of my frustration.
Dang, I felt good now.
With that I shrugged and skipped out of the room in the happiest mood possible. Scratch that I'll be happier when I'm back in Seth's arms.
"Grace!" a chorus of voices rang behind me.
I turned to see very confused faces.
"Are you really pregnant?" Lay asked.
"Yah," I nodded grinning from ear to ear.
"Why are you smiling Grace? Your career is going down the tubes," Cal didn't understand.
"Because it's not. I like something better. I love teaching dance and cheer so that's what I'm going to do. Don't get me wrong, I love performing. But I've been in the spotlight too long. It's time for me to share it," I smiled.
"Wasn't this your dream?" Pen motioned around.
"Not anymore, believe it or not. I'd rather be at home right now with Seth just watching movies. I'm no longer just a dancer, I'm a lover and now a soon to be mother," I sighed.
"What are you going to do about mom and dad though? What are they going to have to say about this?" Lay asked pointedly.
"I'm not telling them yet. Not until Christmas. You guys I'm begging you have to let me tell them. Do not tell them," I held up my pinky for a pinky promise.
They hesitantly made the promise and now their lips are sealed.
"Good, I'll call you guys tomorrow," I smiled big and hugged them before walking off.
I caught a taxi pretty fast and was riding back to my family's house.
I walked in and my mom looked up at me confused.
"I'm going back to Washington," I declared and dashed off to my room.
I was now encircled with light blue polka dots on a light green wall.
I grabbed my sports bag and my luggage suitcase. I began to hastily yet neatly pack up all my clothes that I had taken with me.
"Grace! What are you doing why are you going back right now? I thought you said you were staying until the day after Christmas?" my mom looked utterly confused.
"I miss the secure little town mom. I miss Seth. I miss all my cheerios. Not to mention all my friends," I looked in my mirror and saw the picture of Ms. Hurd and I back when I was 14 tucked into the corner of it.
I tore it in half and threw it in the trash.
"Did something happen at the academy?" my mom asked eyeing me as she sat on my bed.
"Yup," I said darkly.
"What happened?" she furrowed her eyebrows.
"Ms. Hurd called me fat and told me if I didn't lose the weight she was going to give it to Yvette," I grimaced.
"Why would you quit just by that? You could lose the weight no problem. You've done it before," my mom was oblivious.
"Because I made a promise to Seth not to starve myself," I said astounded.
"Grace! You're going to let this boy control your life! You most likely won't even be dating him next year! You're not going to let your dreams go because of some silly boy are you?" she practically just slapped me across the face wit those words.
"Mom, look," I pulled down my leotard so she could see my rib cage. It strained against my stick form and my skin. I looked disgustingly anorexic and didn't know why I didn't realize that earlier in life. I was disgusted with myself. I quickly yanked it back up.
"You've always been skinny like that honey. Don't let that boy confuse you as to who you are. Ever since you've been dating him you've changed. You're angry more often and violent," it felt like she slapped me again. How could she not see?
"You think I've changed but honestly I just think I've found myself," I said angrily ripping open my sports bag searching for my passport. My mom saw the pregnancy test box and snatched it away before I could get it. I turned my back biting my lip now trying to pack faster than ever.
"What is this?" she said tightly.
"What does it look like?" I murmured.
"Don't have an attitude with me Gracelen Ray. Explain this to me?" she snipped at me.
"I'm pretty sure you understand," I grabbed my clothes out of my closet and uncaringly tossed them in my suitcase.
"You've been having sex?" she sounded disgusted.
"Yah mom," I was just about finished packing. One more pair of shoes and then presto that's all I had to pack. I sat on my suitcase and zipped it shut.
"I don't even know who you are anymore Gracelen. You've been lying to your father and I. You dropped out of La Push high, you quit the Dance academy. You're having sex so much that you have to take a pregnancy test," she spat.
"Go on tell me that I'm a whore and delinquent. I can see it clearly written across your face when you look at me," I faced her no longer feeling that motherly love from her.
"I don't have to tell you something you already know," she said quietly. I felt like I'd been punched in the stomach. I could feel the pain in my face. And I knew there was hurt in my eyes.
She really wasn't supposed to say it out loud.
She looked shocked as she saw the tears come down my face.
"Gracelen, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it," she tried to take a step close to me. I trembled and stepped back.
She wasn't thinking I was going to forget this happened was she?
"Really it looked like it," I whispered snatching back the box and shoving it in my sports bag and zipping it forcefully shut.
"I really didn't mean it I swear. I'm just shocked that you've changed so much that's all," she tried to apologize again. I roughly swung my bag and purse over my shoulder. I grabbed my luggage and walked out to the living room.
As soon as I grabbed the door knob my mother spoke.
"Are you pregnant?" she asked carefully, preparing herself.
Saving myself from the grief, I shook my head no.
I needed time to think of my mother's actions before I told her the truth.
I ran out the door to where the taxi man was still waiting. He loaded my stuff into the trunk looking at me carefully.
I got in the back and pressed my face against the window. Letting the tears flow once again.
How many times can a person cry in a day?
