Chapter 26

Rosalie POV

It can't be true…it absolutely can't be…

I'm pregnant?

But, how?

Bile rose in my throat at the thought that my own father might be the father of the life growing inside of me. I wretched over the side of my hospital bed, not caring that it fell and slipped all over the floor.

I coughed, bringing up more bile, bad hospital food, and some strings of what looked like blood—but for all I know, it could be that disgusting jello that the nurse keeps insisting on feeding me. I was fed like a helpless child, unable to do anything for myself; I even need to be assisted if I have to go to the damn bathroom.

The nurse ran in, seeing what all the commotion was about, she clicked her tongue at me when she saw the mess I had made.

"Morning sickness isn't fun, is it, Rose?" she laughed, while she kneeled over and started cleaning up my mess.

Don't call me that, I wanted to say, but my voice refused to work, and my mouth didn't feel like forming the words. She's being so nice, but it's all a ploy because she gets paid to be nice to me.

But I'm not paying a thing, I can't afford this damn place—I have no money to my name.

I wonder who set up this whole get up. I was in a hospital room, alone, they charge for everything—I think even tissues, tight ass bastards.

The nurse hummed to herself as she wiped up my 'morning sickness' as she called it. I don't even believe them when they said that I'm pregnant.

It's been two weeks…two weeks since my father had been taken in by the police, after so long.

The day of my mother's murder flashed through my mind, her last bubbles of breath coming out of the water, the crazed look she had when the light faded from her eyes.

The bastard had forced me to look as he killed her, chained me up to a tree while he did it, making me watch every second of her killing.

I tried to look away, but the fear of everything kept me frozen in place, watching in horror as the only person who had tried to protect me was wiped away from the face of the earth in a mere few minutes of being submerged—until the air had run out.

The doctors kept me under constant vigilance, making sure that I was okay, and the other person inside of my womb. I didn't want it inside of me, not if it was his…my father's.

I knew that it's wrong to do that, without giving it a chance at life—so if what they're saying is true, and the baby is really inside of me, and it survives, then I'll give it to someone else. I can't condemn an innocent life to death for no reason.

I simply stared at the ceiling, not caring for anything, just becoming an empty shell for the other life to live off of, until it's born, I shall remain like this till its days begin; then mine shall end.

The nurse, stopping her sunny humming, stood up and threw away the towels that she used to mop up after me. "I have good news, Rose. We got the test results back, you're really pregnant, and the baby's father—"

Emmett POV

I had my father pinned to the floor of my hospital room; his mouth was red with blood from when I punched him. He had come at me with the intent on injuring me, but I'm a whole lot bigger than he is.

"You done yet?" I asked, smiling down at the pathetic piece of crap that I called a father.

The pain from my gunshot stung like crazy, burning with all its might.

"Not until you realize your goddamn mistake."

"Fuck you!" I screamed, spitting in his face.

"Excuse me—oh my god! Doctor Carlisle!" the nurse's scream pitched my ear like a sharp needle.

"Please, Joyce, calm down—I'm just having a friendly conversation with my idiot son here. Now Emmett, get off of me," I let him up, and he sat up, glancing at the nurse, "What did you need, my dear?"

She was staring dead at me as she spoke, "We got the test results back on Miss Rosalie. She's definitely pregnant, only a couple of weeks though and the father is—"