Authors Note: You Guys are Amazing with all your Reviews! I love reading them! In the next few weeks my Updating for both my Fanfics on here are going to be a little Crazy! Im adjusting to having a job and so thats taking away from time to write and Update! Plus I have a trip Im going on in about 2 weeks! But I promise if its not a Wednesday I update then I will atleast update once a week. Alright enought with my rambling here are the results...

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Artemis POV:

I stared at the test in my hand. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Pregnant. That's what the test read. I was with child. That monster's child. But also my child. My baby. I knew right then I could never get rid of this child. The baby may be that monsters child but it's not the baby's fault that this happened. Not its fault that his father is a monster.

I look into the mirror and stare at my stomach. There is a baby growing in there. The circumstances surrounding the pregnancy are horrible but I wouldn't let that bring down the fact that I was going to be a mother. I always wanted children though I wanted them later in life. I knew I would love my child with all my heart. It wasn't its fault who its father was so no matter what I would love the baby. I already loved the baby growing inside me.

I heard a bang on the door but I couldn't move all I did was stare at my stomach. I hear someone yell and then Brady comes rushing in saying something. The he shakes me back into reality.

"…mis, so what the test say?" he asked urgently. I just lift the test for him to read. His eyes go wide and he starts getting mad," How could that monster do this to you? Ruin your life-"

"Brady stop! Calm down! It may be the monsters baby but it's also mine. My baby. I'm going to keep it. I love my baby already," I say interrupting him.

"How could you keep that baby, the monster's baby?" he asked.

"The baby can't help what its father did, and it's my baby, not his. It will never be his child," I tell him," Now you can't say anything ever. Sooner or later people will know but not now. Embry and I are in a fight but I will tell him."

"I promise, I won't say anything as long as you tell Embry soon," Brady says.

"I will if he ever comes back to school," I say sarcastically.

"Well I better get out of here before someone comes in," Brady says walking towards the door.

"Brady…Thank you."

"You're welcome," he says right before walking out the door.

I get myself together and wrap the test in a paper towel and throw it away before walking out of the bathroom. I go to my 7th period and the day goes by fast. My teacher didn't mind my being late so I slipped right in.

That night, when Step-Douche started beating me, I tried to fight back. But when that became useless I just curled myself into a ball, protecting my stomach from his punches and kicks. I wouldn't let him harm my baby, ever. Most of his hits ended up being on my back.

When he was done, I tried my best to get up and go to my room. I try standing but the best I could do was crawled into my room and climb into bed. My back aches but I couldn't really do anything for it. To get my mind off my back pain, I lay in bed rubbing my stomach, thinking about the baby growing in there.

And that's how I fall asleep, with my hand on my stomach.

The next two days of school went by fast and uneventful besides Embry still hadn't come back to school and Brady was now back to being my best friend again. I was happy to have him back. I didn't know how much I had missed him until Thursday when he sat with me at lunch and we caught up on everything. But one question burned in my head wanting an answer.

"Brady… I uh… I have to ask. Why did you stop being my friend? Why did you go away?" I ask stuttering a little.

"I never stopped being your friend, even though I said that to you but I didn't mean it. As for why I had to leave you, I… I can't tell you. One day I will be able to tell you but I can't, not now," he answers.

I let the subject drop there and start talking about something lighter. I loved having Brady back but I missed Embry like crazy. Even though the last time I had seen him, we had gotten into a fight, I didn't care. I wanted everything to be forgiven and to be in Embry's arms.

I still felt dirty. Worthless. If I didn't have a baby to care for, then I wouldn't have anything to live for. But Brady knew the truth and he was still here. Still my friend. Maybe Embry could be the same way. He deserves better but right now all I needed more than anything was his around me.

Sometime I would have to tell him about me being pregnant. But how? I couldn't explain whose baby it was or how it had happened. What if he wanted nothing to do with me? How could I take his rejection? But I can't tell him if he never comes to school.

Friday after school, mom and I were making dinner, when Step-Douche came home. I guess he couldn't wait until after dinner because he came right into the kitchen and started beating my mom. He hovered over my mom punching her. I look around for something to hit him with to make him stop.

A knife on the counter caught my eye. I hurry to grab it and lift it up about to stab him in the back when he spins around I freeze just enough time for him to grab my wrist. He bends my wrist back and keeps putting more pressure on it. The knife drops from my hand but he keeps bending more and more.

Snap.

My wrist breaks. A hot shearing pain shoots through my arm. He lets go and I grab my wrist and crumble to the floor. Tears escape my eyes even though I try to hold them back.

"Bastard, what were you going to do with the knife? Huh?" he yells and I don't answer because of the pain," Hurry up with dinner. I'm hungry!" and with that he leaves the kitchen.

I go to my mom and see that she isn't that bad besides the places he punched her. She moans and I go and help her up. We finish dinner even though it's pretty hard with my broken wrist and my mom's swollen face. We set the dining room table with the food and Step-Douche comes in and starts eating. He doesn't invite us to eat so I know this is another night of going hungry.

Step-Douche was about halfway done eating when there was a knock on the door," Go get it," Step-Douche orders me and I obey silently.

I open the door and am shocked to see who it was.

Okay I know a lot of you said you didnt want the test to be Positive but I promise you it will all play out okay! Many things that are to happen have to have this test be Positive! Please dont hate me! I promise it will be a happy ending! Review!

-Kels:)