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chapter 5.

I feel as though I'm dieing inside. With each slow, painful lurch of the clock hand, my heart speeds up. This can't be healthy for a pregnant woman.

I force my eyes away from the spiteful clock to watch Baillie move around or small apartment. Right now she's vacuuming the carpet; I'm pretty sure she stole the vacuum from one of our neighbors, even though it looks clean. Five minutes ago she was straightening her naturally wavy hair with a hot iron I'm also pretty sure she stole from a neighbor but gave up with a sigh when she could only make it less wavy. And a few minutes before that she was dusting everything in the apartment. I know what she's doing; she's keeping herself busy so she doesn't rip my head off like I know she wants to.

Baillie hasn't met my wary gaze for the last 4 hours, Paul won't be home for at least another 30 minutes, and the more she tries not to look at me the more I feel distressed about her attitude. She has not screamed, yelled, or even shown me the expression of rage. And there's just no way she isn't mad. She should be more than mad, she should be beyond pissed! And if she is, then she is doing a good job at hiding it. But I know her well enough to know that she is most certainly not happy about this entire situation.

I wish I could change this. I wish I could go back in time to when Paul made that first move at me and slap him like any sensible woman would do. But not me. I lost all my senses a long time ago...

-flashback-

"Isabella." He pronounced my full name carefully, then playfully ruffled my hair with his free hand. A shock ran through my body at his casual touch. "Bella, I couldn't live with myself if I ever hurt you. You don't know how it's tortured me." He looked down, ashamed again.

-end of flashback-

The memory attached me, leaving my lungs empty and my arms hugging my torso tightly- a position and feeling I am so used to know. The flashbacks used to follow me everywhere; my own mind was my worst enemy because it wouldn't let me forget. But eventually, sometime after my two months in Michigan I believe, they finally started to wane.

Taking deep breaths, or trying to at least, I shake my head quickly in a vain attempt to remove the feeling of his icy hands, his hypnotizing breath.

I look up, Baillie hasn't even noticed. Or she just refuses to acknowledge my sudden behavior, I'm pretty positive she noticed.

I shut my eyes against the sudden tumult of emotions blazing inside me.

An abrupt wave of crippling sadness, fear, and despair crashes down on me. Baillie is going to leave me. Just like my last best friend...

-flashback-

"Hey, Edward!" Alice called enthusiastically. She ran down the stairs, a streak of black hair and white skin, coming to a sudden and graceful stop in front of me. Carlisle and Esme both shot her warning glances at her, but I liked it. It was natural - for her anyway.

"Hi, Bella!" Alice said, and she bounced forward to kiss my cheek. If Carlisle and Esme looked cautious before, they now looked staggered. There was shock in my eyes, too, but I was also very pleased that she seemed to approve of me so entirely. I was startled to feel Edward stiffen at my side. I glanced at his face, but his expression was unreadable.

"You do smell nice, I never noticed before," she commented, to my extreme embarrassment.

-end of flashback-

When I opened my eyes I was on my knees, doubled over, on the ugly tiled floor of our kitchen. My black hair formed a glossy curtain around my face. My arms were like my own personal snaked, wrapped around my chest, making it harder for me to breath. I think my lungs dropped off the Earth along with my happiness.

I looked up, Baillie was actually looking in my direction but still not at me. Her violet, reproachful eyes stared at the chair I had apparently fallen from. But not me.

I don't know if the pregnancy hormones are really starting to kick in right now but suddenly I was furious.

"Hey!" I tried to yell but without my lungs it came out more as a rough, squeak. But still I know she heard me. She hears everything.

I tried again because she still didn't look at me, she just went back to reading some magazine that I highly doubted she was the least bit interested in. "Hey!" My voice had more power in it this time but Baillie remained unaffected.

My face turned red.

I stood up, with great effort, and screamed, "Look at me!" with all my strength.

I saw Baillie swallow and her hands gripped the magazine roughly wrinkling the thin paper. Her blond hair formed a shiny curtain between us but I was sure her eyes were shining like violet flashlights.

And then, like a miracle/tragedy I saw him. His face, his hair, his eyes, his body, his entire form stood not five feet away from me!

"Bella," The beautiful allusion spoke, I was surprised to hear my old name, "Be careful, this is dangerous. Baillie is dangerous." I was too distracted by the fact that my allusions were acting up again that I didn't comprehend his words for a few minutes, and I still didn't listen to them. I tried that once, and it left me no good.

"B, please." My voice was just a whisper now. I sounded so small and young, like a frightened second grader. How pathetic!

I felt like screaming when I saw the edges of him start to fade and he slowly lost all being. Now, it was just a memory one that will only hold me down and make me cry for him just like before.

I watched now as Baillie made a peanut butter sandwich, my favorite, and placed it on the table next to me. Then, as quiet as ever, she stalked off. I heard the click when she closed the door to her bedroom.

With a sigh that came from deep within me I sat down again and started taking small bites of my sandwich. Small drops of water fell on my hands and at first I though we had a leak in the ceiling but then I noticed the river of tears streaming down my face.

Nice Izzy. Real mature. First, you get knocked up by a werewolf, then you piss off you best friend, and now you get the pleasure of tell your best friend's fucking soul mate that the bun in your oven is theirs! Izzy, you a real shitty person.

I stopped chastising myself when Baillie was suddenly in the room; she had moved to fast for me to see her.

"I don't want you to tell him." Her voice was monotonous. Her eyes were filled with horrific light that made my finger tips tremble.

I am frozen, I cannot move. My eyes can't look anywhere but at hers.

"W-what?" I stutter like a complete and total idiot.

Baillie gulped and took a step forward, to lean against the counter. Her eyes seemed to be dimming somewhat as she took deep unneeded breaths. "I don't want you to tell Paul that the baby is his." She sounded like a robot. "I want you to tell him that the baby is some other mans' and then we can all just get on with our lives."

I couldn't believe it. I gaped at Baillie, looking like even more of a moron I'm sure, till I finally understood what she was trying to say.

"Baillie, I don't think that'll work." I spoke slowly, choosing my words carefully.

"Don't provoke her."

And suddenly, his voice filled my head, blocking out all thought and not leaving any room for comprehension.

What were we talking about?

"Izzy? Are you even listening?" Baillie's voice somehow broke through the wall of around my brain that his voice had built up.

I shook my head trying to clear it. "What?"

Looking at Baillie I could see that she was very near her breaking point.

Taking deep breaths, "Izzy, why wouldn't it work?" Her hands gripped the counters edge and I grew nervous about her breaking it.

"Um… because… when the baby grows up it'll probably turn into a werewolf like Paul."

"Not as long as you steer clear of all vampires." B said it all like it was so obvious.

"Well... won't Paul recognize it?" Why am I trying to think up excuses for tell Paul about his kid?

"It's a possibility but unlikely; you and him don't look anything alike and he would just assume that the baby's father was tan with dark hair and eyes just like him." Again, her silver bell voice made it sound so palpable.

I don't know if it was his voice polluting my mind but I couldn't think up anymore reasons.

Baillie saw this too. "So, we're decided then?"

I couldn't do anything but nod.

"It'll be a boy."

I was taken aback by her words. "Huh?"

"Your baby is a boy. Congratulations." Now, her voice was just plain bitter and a horrible sneer played on her pink lips.

I blinked at her. "How do you know?" I couldn't doubt her words no matter the way she spoke them.

She sighed, "A few weeks ago when I touched you stomach because I was carrying you to your bed. I don't know how I knew I just did. I also knew that the baby was Paul's and that it was a boy. That happened when I touched Paul the first time too, I didn't like see anything it's just like I knew everything about him. It happened with you too." Now, her voice lost its bitterness and held something entirely different … pity maybe?

With a start, I grasped her meaning. She knew everything; where I come from, my birth name, Charlie, Renee, Forks, and … them.

"Oh," was all I could make my lips form.

Baillie said nothing she just stared at me. I'm happy to see that she isn't avoiding my eye contact now.

But then her other words entered my mind again. "It'll be a boy," she has said.

For some peculiar reason thousands of boy names flashed through my mind.

When I was a young girl I always wanted to name my first son Charlie, but now it would only be too painful for me to do so. I know I hurt him when I left with no goodbye.

"What do ya think of the name John?" The words were out before I could stop them.

I noticed Baillie stiffen and her toned arms flexed. Without an answer she left the kitchen.

Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! I scolded myself.

My eyes flashed back to the clock, Paul should be home in less than 20 minutes. God help me.

Sorry it's so short.
Please check out my Poll on my profile to help determine what Izzy will name her baby! PLEASE!
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