Hey everyone! Sorry it took me so long to update, I am out of the country with my school, and I haven't really had access to a computer. We had a break today though, and this was the first thing I did =) Anyway, I probably won't be able for another week. I get home next Sunday, so I will try to update then. Anyway hope you like this chapter!!!
This chapter is dedicated to twilight1987, and FloseyJS for guessing the right movie: JUNO
Disclaimer: If I was SM I would not be writing fan fiction.
"Come join me Bella," She patted the spot next to her. "Lets watch a movie."
"Um, I don't really feel like it." I mumbled, turning towards the door. I was just about to walk into the hall, but her pleading voice made me stop.
"Please Bella." She asked, "I think its important." I turned around and looked at her. I would have left her room and not given it a second thought, but something about the expression on her face made me stop. She wanted to help me, and who was I to deny her that when really, help was what I needed all along. Nobody had ever cared for me enough to want to help me before, and the fact that Esme loved me enough to help me through something like this made me walk towards her bed, even though I really didn't want to.
I sighed, and sat next to her on the king sized bed. She smiled, then popped a disk into the drive. I was just beginning to relax when the main menu for Juno filled the small screen.
"Esme!" I shouted, "Are kidding me! Is this a joke?" I jumped off the bed. "If this is some pathetic attempt to get me interested in adoption, just save it! Just fucking save it for some one who gives a shit!"
"Bella!" She begged, "Please," She shut the computer, and climbed off the bed, trying to come stand next to me.
"No!" I shouted, pushing her away. "Just fucking stop!" I cried as I ran out of her room. I threw the door to my room open, and dove onto my bed.
"Bella!" Alice said looking up from her textbook, surprised, "Whats wrong?"
"Fuck off Alice," I yelled as I buried my face into my pillow.
I heard Alice gasp. I had never yelled at her before. I felt bad for swearing at her, but I was too upset to apologize.
There was a knock on our door, and I heard Alice get it. "Alice," Esme's soft voice was gentle, "Can I talk to Bella please? Alone."
"Sure." I heard Alice flutter down the stairs, and Esme sat on her bed.
"Bella, I'm sorry. That wasn't fair of me. I shouldn't force anything, we need to look over everything before we start to make those decisions."
Anger took over me, and I sat up. "Esme, where did you grow up?"
She looked taken aback, "What do you mean?"
"Who did you live with?" I spoke slowly, as though I was speaking to a small child.
"My parents." She said cautiously, probably wondering where I was going with this.
"Okay, well I grew up with new parents every few months. Some of them were nice, and some of them were down right abusive. I don't think you can possibly imagine some of the things that happen in the homes I was in."
"Bella..." She tried to reach for my hand, but I pulled it away.
I turned away from her. "I am not, under any circumstances, giving up my baby. I hope you understand that."
Esme sighed, "I understand Bella." The room was silent for a few minutes before Esme spoke again. "We have to tell them."
I knew who she meant right away. I had been dreading telling the rest of my family. I'm sure none of them will treat me the same anymore. I'm no one will treat me the same anymore.
"We should tell Carlisle first, and then tell the kids." Esme suggested.
"Fine." I agreed. Esme nodded, but she didn't get up. I looked up at her, tears blurring my vision, "Is he going to be mad?"
"This wasn't your fault," She told me.
"It could have been. There are so many times where this could have happened. You should be mad at me...my mom would have been." I said the last part so quietly that even I had trouble hearing me.
"Your mom would not be mad at you, she would be proud of you for being such a strong girl. Not many kids could have lived like you lived and still have such a strong spirit."
"What do you know about my mom? And you can't possibly know how I've lived." I snapped.
"Do you want to tell me about your mom?" She asked quietly, "You don't have to, but I'd like to hear about her."
I smiled, despite my anger, remembering the two times I had met my mother. "I've only met her twice," I told Esme, "But those two days were probably the single best days of my life." I paused, remembering the story my mom had told me on our second visit.
"My mom had me when she was young. Younger then me, I think. Fourteen, maybe just fifteen. Anyway, she came from a good home, she went to a private school and had lots of money. Her parents loved her very much, but she made some mistakes. When she found out she was pregnant she knew she couldn't tell her parents, but she also knew she couldn't get rid of it. Her boyfriend helped her hide it, and with the help of baggie sweaters and ponchos her parents were none the wiser.
"He stayed with her all through the pregnancy. My mom had me, and she thought she was going to keep me. She started telling her boyfriend about the life she had planned, and thats when he told her that he wasn't planning on helping her with me, and unless she gave me up, he was going to break up with her.
"My mom thought she was in love. She was young, and panicked, and thats how I ended up being left in front of a hospital.
"Some how, ten years later she found me. I got to meet my mom for the very first time. That meeting was more of a reunion, we didn't talk about anything serious. It was the second meeting, last year, where she told me all of this. It was also then that she told me she hoped I wouldn't make the same mistakes as her. She told me to be strong and be smart."
Tears were running down my cheeks, "I haven't been strong or smart." I whispered.
"Thats not true Bella. You are strong and smart. Everyone makes bad choices, but thats what makes you stronger." Esme came and sat next to me, wrapping her arms around me. This time I didn't push her away.
"Thanks Esme," I smiled through the tears.
"Should we tell Carlisle?" Esme asked.
"Yeah. I guess I may as well get it over with." We stood up, and walked down stairs to where Carlisle's office was, a small room nestled between the living room and dining room.
"Carlisle?" Esme knocked on the open door. Her arm was around my shoulder as we walked into his office. The floor was a dark wood, and the walls were lined with book shelves. A large desk sat in the middle of the room.
"Esme, Bella," Carlisle stood up, and looked at my tear stained face. "Whats wrong?" he asked, his voice thick with concern.
Esme shut the door, and I started to cry again. I never used to cry, and now I'm like one big ball of tears.
"Carlisle," I cried, "I..." I looked up at Esme for help.
"I took Bella to the doctor today, and it turns out she is not sick with the flue. Carlisle, Bella is pregnant." Esme spoke very calmly.
"Oh...wow..." Was all he said.
"I am so, so sorry!" I told him, "Please don't be mad."
"How far along are you Bella?" His doctor instincts seemed to be kicking in.
"Almost seven weeks." I told him.
"In the foster home, then." He said, almost relieved. At least this didn't happen on their watch.
"Yeah." I nodded. "Things got...out of hand. People were drinking..."
Carlisle nodded, and the room became uncomfortably quiet.
"I'm keeping it." I stated, breaking the silence. Carlisle's head shot up, and he looked at me like I was crazy. Esme sighed.
"Now Bella," Esme said quietly. "We have to discuss this."
"There isn't anything to fucking 'discuss'. I already told you that." I snapped.
"Bella, are you sure?" Carlisle asked.
"Yes I'm sure. You don't know how sure I am!" I snapped, ducking out from under Esme's arm.
Carlisle looked at Esme, his eyes wide and questioning.
Esme turned and looked at Carlisle, "We are going to family counseling tomorrow evening." She said it as though that were the answer to his silent question.
"That sounds like a good idea." Carlisle said. "Do the kids know yet?"
"Not yet. We wanted to tell you first." Esme explained, "I guess we should tell them though. Bella, do you want to tell them during dinner? We are eating in fifteen minutes."
"Whatever." I shrugged, still a little annoyed.
Esme and Carlisle exchanged a quick glance, then turned towards the door. They headed towards the kitchen, and I headed into the living room, where Emmett and Edward were still playing video games.
"What was all that yelling?" Emmett asked, not looking away from the screen.
"Nothing." I huffed. "You'll find out soon enough."
Emmett didn't say anything back, and the only noise in the room was the sound of shooting and screaming coming from the flat screen TV.
"Dinner!" Esme called from the kitchen. Emmett and Edward paused the game and walked into the kitchen. I followed behind them sullenly.
We were all sitting around the dining room table, Esme and Carlisle on either end, Jasper, Emmett and Edward on one side, and me, Alice and Rosalie on the other.
Once everyones plates were full, Esme cleared her throat. Everyone stopped talking and looked up at her.
"We have something to tell you guys, and we are hoping you will always be very mature about it. What we are going to tell you will not change the fact that we are family. We still love and support each other, understood?"
Everyone, including me, nodded. "Okay," Esme began, "We found out today that Bella is pregnant."
Everyone reacted differently. Emmett's mouth dropped open, and he looked utterly shocked. Edward looked sympathetic, Jasper looked surprised, Alice looked absolutely dumbfounded. Her eyes were wide, and she looked confused. Rosalie dropped her fork, flipped her hair, then turned to look at me. "Who woulda thunk it," She sneered. "Sweet, innocent Bella got knocked up."
"Rosalie!" Esme snapped, "That was completely uncalled for, apologize!"
"Sorry Bella." She said with no degree of sincerity.
"Wow Bells..." Emmett said awkwardly, "How are you feeling?"
"Fine." I muttered. I stared down at my plate of food, wishing I could fall through the floor.
"So I'm going to be an auntie?" Alice asked, "Will the baby sleep in Bella and my room?"
"Yeah Alice, I guess you will be," Carlisle smiled. "And I'm not sure where the baby will go..." His voice trailed off.
Rosalie looked up, a devilish grin on her face, "Are you keeping it?"
"I don't know." "Yes." Carlisle and I said at the same time.
"Yes, I am." I said, this time my voice was clear and uninterrupted.
Everyone looked at Carlisle and Esme, waiting for the final verdict. "We have some things we need to work out." Esme finally said.
We ate the rest of the meal in silence, everyone alone with their thoughts. I cleaned the kitchen with no word of an argument, then went right to bed.
The setting was an old rundown house in a suburban neighborhood. There were only two people home, me, and my foster dad Jason....
"Bella?" Jason shouted down the hall.
Nine year old me was cowering the corner of a small room. The room was empty except a small bed and an old dresser.
"BELLA?" He shouted again. I put my head in my arms, and tried to quiet my sobs. I heard Jason get closer to my room, then the door burst open. He walked over to were I was sitting, and grabbed my arm.
He pulled me up with an excessive amount of force. "Oww!" I cried, then immediately regretted it. He slapped me across the face, and told me to shut up. I tried to stop crying but I couldn't.
"No wonder your last home didn't want you, you lousy piece of shit!" He spat, throwing my to the ground. I slid across the hardwood, my head cracking against the wall.
I lead out a yelp, and Jason kicked me in the ribs. I tried not to scream as he repeatedly kicked me. I thought I was going to die, in fact, I almost hoped I would die. Jason had an evil smile on his face as he pulled his foot back, the swung it forward right into my face...
"Ahh!" I sat up, screaming. It was just a dream, I told my self, not real. I didn't realize I was crying until Alice sat up, and still half asleep, said: "Bella, why are you crying."
"It was just a bad dream..." I said more to my self then to her. I lay back down, and tried to fall asleep. All the horrible memories started resurfacing again, and sleep seemed impossible.
Sleep must have eventually come, because when I opened my eyes again the room was draped with sunlight.
I didn't feel sick this morning, so I just lay flat on my back.
"Girls!" Esme said, knocking on our door, "Get up! Bella you have to go to school today, and don't forget out appointment tonight!"
This was going to be a long day....
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