Chapter 2

Mistake

This was not happening.

Renesmee looked back down at the four little sticks laying in a row in her sink.

The pink lines that would tamper with her life as she knew it did not lie. Her entire world would never be the same.

"Shit," Renesmee leaned against the sink, closing her eyes. The surgical intern's hands began to shake, as tears formed in her eyes.

This couldn't possibly be happening. Not yet.

She had pictured this scenario in a different way; she wasn't an intern, but almost finished with her residency. She was married. Happiness would fill her entire being, and she wouldn't be able to get the words out to the man she loved. This was the complete opposite of what she wanted; this wasn't her dream. The feelings she felt were ones of dread, confusion, shock, anger; and regret.

What was she going to do? She couldn't have a baby now, she's never home. She just started her internship, for Christ's sake! How the hell would she be able to care for a newborn; a child so depended on its mother…on its father?

What would people think of her? Her coworkers, her parents, her friends? What was she going to do with this pregnancy?

Most importantly, what would she tell the father? Would she even see him again?

Before another question entered the intern's mind, knocking came at the door.

"Hey, Nessie, you almost done in there? You've been in there twenty minutes." The voice made her jump in shock, but she quickly recovered.

"Yeah…just, give me a minute." Renesmee threw the positive pregnancy tests in the trash, and buried them. Turning on the faucet, she splashed the cold water on her face.

She opened the door, drying her face.

"Are you okay, Ness?" Alex furrowed her eyebrows. "You've been in there for twenty minutes. To piss." She crossed her arms, and started into her best friend's eyes.

"I'm fine," Renesmee said, walking past her friend. "Really," She said when Alex raised an eyebrow. Her voice was firm, giving Alex a silent plea not to question further.

Alex knew her friend didn't want to talk about the twenty-minute piss, but ignored her plea.

"You've been acting like this for a month, Cullen. Please tell me you're not still upset about the cougar attack."

"That was a month ago," Renesmee whispered. "It's not about that."

"Girl," Alex spoke, as they walked into the kitchen for a cup of coffee. "You need to get laid."

Wasn't that what you wanted me to do with Jake? Renesmee's face turned slightly red.

Alex's face brightened. "You did!" She smiled. "That cop. Oh, I knew it!"

Renesmee's face dropped, and paled, as she sensed the sickly feeling—Renesmee know knew as morning sickness—came over her. She clutched her stomach, moaning in pain.

Alex was immediately concerned. "Ness, are you okay? You look pale,"

"I'm…" was all Renesmee could say, before rushing to the kitchen sink, vomiting into it. It stung like pins in the back of her throat from the stomach acid that came with it, and she took in gasping breaths, closing her eyes, as she calmed herself down.

Alex's eyes widened, as Renesmee coughed up more vomit.

"Nessie…"

"It's just a stomach ache…" Renesmee said quickly. At least it wasn't a complete lie.

"I'm fine, just a bit shaken."

Despite Renesmee's trust in her best friend…her sister…she couldn't tell her.

Alex, observant as she was, knew that her friend was lying; and badly.

"What happened?" was all Alex needed to ask, before the young woman burst into tears.

"I'm pregnant." She said through her sobs. "Alex…I'm pregnant."

Alex's face fell. "It's that cop's, isn't it."

Renesmee nodded slightly.

"Oh, God, Nessie, this is my entire fault…" Alex wrapped her arms around her friend, and Renesmee cried into her shoulder.

"If I had never introduced you two, this wouldn't have happened."

"It's not your fault," Renesmee said. "We were drunk…we went to his apartment. It has nothing to do with you."

"What are you going to do? Are you going to tell him?"

Renesmee shook her head, unsure. "I don't think I'll ever see him again. I don't know what I'm going to do, Alex. We're interns, we don't have time for babies who need our 24/7 attention. What about my career?"'

"The Nazi figured it out," Alex pointed out. "Please tell me you're not going to get an abortion."

Renesmee shook her head. "I don't know, Alex."

Alex looked at her friend, concern in her eyes. "We can figure this out," She said.

"Alex…"

"Look, we don't have to be in until two, by some God-given miracle. We are going to talk about this, and we are going to figure this out."

Renesmee was going to protest, but knew her friend was right. Sighing, she walked over to the couch. Alex followed, and sat next to her friend, wrapping an arm over her shoulder in comfort.

"We will figure this out."

xXx

Jacob's day had started out like any other. He took a shower, got dressed, grabbed a cup of coffee, and headed out the door, heading to the station. There, he had his usual maple bar doughnut, and headed into his office. A rookie was coming in today, and he was assigned as his partner.

"Sergeant Black?" The nervous voice of the rookie entered the room. Jacob looked up from his desk, to find a boy who couldn't be older than 18.

"I'm Mark Relic…?"

"Do I look like I bite to you, Relic?" Jacob smiled.

"Um…I don't know, sir…"

"How old are you? You look a little young to be a rookie."

"Twenty-one, sir." Relic said nervously, gripping his hat.

"Get in here," Jacob ran his hand down his face. "And shut the damn door, will you?"

It was a month ago; he should have forgotten it, as they had agreed to. But it seemed that she was all he could think about. The way she looked, her hair, the touch of her skin. It was still fresh in his mind, as if it had been last night.

"Sergeant Black?" Relic asked, bringing Jacob out of his thoughts.

"Hm?" Jacob sat up in his chair, and looked at the boy. He was tall and skinny; slightly pale skin, and dark blonde hair. Jacob was shocked that the kid had even made it through the academy.

"What are we going to do first?" Relic asked; excitement gleamed in his eyes.

"We drive around; go on our rounds." Jacob explained flatly. His eyes were distant, still thinking about the girl at the bar…Renesmee.

"Is everything okay, sir?" Relic asked.

"I'm fine, Relic." Jacob stood up, grabbing his hat. "Let's go."

The two partners left the station, and headed into Jacob's cruiser. It wasn't long before they got a 911-page on their radios.

"Zero-two-zero…" Relic murmured. "That's a rape, right?"

"Shouldn't you know this?" Jacob snapped at the boy.

"Sorry…"

"Memorize these codes, Relic, they can mean the difference between life and death."

Relic nodded, and remained silent the rest of the way.

"Follow my lead," Jacob said, stepping out of the car, as they arrived on scene. There were already several cops, the Special Victims Unit, and paramedics. The girl, or young woman, looked roughly 20 or 21.

Relic nodded, and followed Jacob. He got information out of a few witnesses, and went to go talk to the woman. Her hair was dark, and matted with dried blood. Her face and arms also held caked blood, and she had a few cuts and bruises around her face, arms, and neck. She was crying.

As Jacob got a closer look at the girl, he recognized her features.

"No…" He shook his head, and walked closer to the ambulance. "That can't be…"

As he made it to where she was being treated by the paramedic, she looked up at him. Jacob's heart stopped.

"Skyla," He ran up to his little sister.

"Jacob," She cried.

Jacob cautiously took her into his arms, and she accepted. "What happened?"

Skyla sobbed into his shoulder. "I thought he loved me."

"I'll get you taken care of," Jacob said. "We'll get him, I promise on my own life, Skyla. I'll kill him myself."

"It's too late," Skyla cried, still shaken. "He already killed himself."

xXx

Alex and Renesmee headed to work when their pagers rang 911, rape victim.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Ness?" Alex asked, as the two friends made it to the parking lot of Children's.

"I'm fine," Renesmee said, determined to not let the pregnancy effect her work.

Alex raised an eyebrow, but didn't question her friend. They ran into the E.R., where King was waiting for them.

"Where are the others?" Alex asked, as they waited for girl to come in.

"I thought you and Dr. Cullen could deal with this one." King smiled. "Here she comes now."

Alex and Renesmee followed King out to the E.R. entrance, where two cops, and a woman no older than twenty or twenty-one. Her dark hair had blood matted into it. Her tan skin had dried blood caked onto it; cuts and bruises were scattered across her face and neck. The older cop looked up, and Renesmee's heart stopped beating.

Jacob Black

Alex glanced from Jacob to Renesmee.

"King, maybe I can work on her, and Nessie can talk to the cops to get some more information…?"

"No, you can both do the rape kit. I'll talk to the cops." King said. "Cullen, Dupree, please take her into E.R. room 3. I'll be there in a minute."

Alex and Renesmee took the woman into the room. She sat on the bed.

"What's your name?" Alex asked, getting a clipboard.

"Skyla Madison Black," Skyla whispered.

Renesmee stopped breathing for a moment. I slept with a married man. I'm pregnant with a married man's child.

"You've been very brave, Skyla, I just have a few questions, and all we want is for you to stay brave, okay?"

Skyla nodded, and Renesmee took her blood pressure and pulse, telling Alex the numbers. She continued to ask her questions.

"How old are you, Skyla?" Alex asked.

"Twenty-one."

What's your address?

What day did the assault occur? Do you know what time?

What was the gender of the perpetrator? The number?

Have you douched, bathed, urinated, or defecated since the assault?

Have you vomited, eaten, drunk, changed clothes, brushed your teeth?

Have you had consensual intercourse in the last five days?

Skyla answered each question, wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her shirt. "I'm sorry," She whispered.

"Don't be," Alex smiled lightly. "You did very good, and we're going to do everything we can to get him charged,"

Skyla shook her head. "It's already too late for that." She said. "He killed himself after. He was suicidal, but he wanted to do one thing with me before he did it. I didn't want sex, but he…forced me."

Alex and Renesmee were both lost for words. They didn't know what to think.

Renesmee took a deep breath. "Does…?"

"My brother knows, if that's what you were asking. He was lost for words, too…" Skyla said flatly.

She's his sister. He's not married. Renesmee sighed in relief.

Knocking came at the door. "Dr. Cullen, Dr. Dupree, can I come in?" A female voice said. "I'm the social worker Dr. King sent…?"

Renesmee got up, and let the social worker in, as she slipped out. Quickly, she located Jacob; he was sitting in the waiting room next to the young cop he had come in with earlier.

"Sergeant Black," Renesmee said, walking up to him, trying to sound as if they hadn't seen each other naked; as if they had never had sex.

"Dr. Cullen," Jacob stood up awkwardly, looking at the only woman he had been thinking about the last month.

"We need to talk," Renesmee swallowed hard, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Is Skyla okay?" Jacob asked, worried. "I mean, is…?"

"I can't say she's fine, Sergeant Black. She was raped. She's still in shock, and I don't know what the next few months are going to look like for her…she might never be the same. But, in relative terms, she's okay."

Jacob nodded, swallowing hard. "What did you need to talk about?"

Renesmee looked over his shoulder, to the cop that was watching them.

"Can we go somewhere that's a little more…private?" She wrapped her arms closer around her chest, as if a sudden chill had came over her.

"Yes…" Jacob was confused. What did she need to talk about, that Relic couldn't hear?

He followed her into an empty room. It had a small, one-drawer nightstand, and a bunk-bed. Renesmee shut, and for good measures, locked the door behind her.

"Sergeant Black…" Renesmee started, feeling awkward. She had had sex with the man, and she couldn't even call him by his first name.

"Call me Jake,"

"Jake…" She shook her head, trying to rid the tears.

"We need to talk," Jacob blurted. Renesmee tilted her head, confused.

"I don't…?"

"Look…what happened was…God, I don't know what it was. Call it whatever you want…the bottom line is, like you said, we just need to forget this ever happened…"

"We can't." Renesmee found it hard to keep from bursting out in tears.

The man gave her a blank stare. First, she say they need to forget, but now she's saying the opposite? His sister was right—he would never understand women.

"Why?" Jacob asked, surprising himself with his curiosity.

Renesmee didn't want to look at him, but she made herself, fighting against her own will, she looked deep into his dark, onyx eyes. She knew that if she danced around this subject, it would make it worse. She had to tell him.

"I'm pregnant."