THIS CHAPTER IS BEING REPOSTED BECAUSE IT WAS DELETED. FOR ALL OF THOSE WHO HAVE READ THE STORY AND DIDN'T GET TO READ THIS CHAPTER, HERE IT IS. FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO ARE JUST NOW READING IT, I'M VERY SORRY FOR THE MESS UP!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Twilight characters, they belong to Stephenie Meyer. However, the plot does belong to me, as for it was my idea.

Quote: "While we are free to choose our actions, we are not free to choose the consequences of our actions."

Music: Nuestra Afliccion- Panda

Chapter Two: Consequences

Two months later

Consequences were a harsh thing to deal with. For some people it was for lying and cheating, others it was for violence or murder, and others molestation and suicide. But for me? My consequence however, differed from those. My consequence was getting pregnant at sixteen years of age, by my best friend's brother, who had been a very close friend, who was taken. Edward Cullen.

Two months had passed since the unforgettable night of the Super Bowl, and things had changed, a lot. An emergency room visit last month had changed it all. I'd been pretty ill for about three or four days, so Charlie decided to take me to the emergency room. We'd thought it was the stomach flu since I was having the symptoms -vomiting, fever, dehydration-, but that mean stomach flu turned out to be a tiny little fetus growing inside of me. And man did Charlie raise hell.

The ride home that night had been awful. I never thought a twenty minute ride could feel like a lifetime. He'd pulled his gun out of its holder, and was yelling at me, demanding me to tell him who'd gotten me pregnant, because instead of blowing their brains out, he was going to castrate them. He was determined to blow away their pride and joy. I ignored him until late that night when he finally broke down, begging me to give him some kind of information.

"How would you react if you took your daughter to the doctor, and instead of it being a damn stomach flu, you find out she's pregnant and she's only sixteen?" Charlie had snapped. It'd taken me a few minutes to even talk, but I finally explained a very small detail of what happened.

My mom had taken it rough as well, but not as bad as Charlie had. She'd scolded me on how I ignored everything that she'd taught me throughout the years about sex. But really, she'd only talked to me once about it when I was ten. I didn't contradict her though. I just let her continue her ranting. It wasn't as if it'd do any good if I did say anything.

That night had also been the last time since I'd had a real conversation with Edward. After the night of the Super Bowl, he'd ignored me. I'd sent him a couple texts and had called him a couple times throughout that week, but nothing. So the day I found out I was pregnant, the only thing I did was leave him a pretty short voice mail telling him that I was, and that I had an appointment with his father a few days later. He tried to talk to me a week after I'd left him the message, but I ignored him, and still continued too.

The alarm clock that sat on my desk woke me up at six o'clock that Wednesday morning. Groggily getting out of bed, I walked over to my closet to get out a pair of clothes. I grabbed my bathroom bag from off a hook behind my bedroom door and walked into the bathroom to take a shower. I sighed in content as I stood under the hot water, scrubbing my hair with my favorite strawberry shampoo. A crackle of thunder struck outside and an immediate sigh escaped my lips. Why couldn't there be one day that I could go to school without it raining?

After finishing my shower I walked back into my bedroom, unwrapping the towel from around me and began to get dressed. I put on a white t-shirt, a black sweater, a pair of dark jeans, and my converses. I applied a little bit of eyeliner to my eyes and after grabbing my school bag from off my bed, I walked downstairs for breakfast.

Charlie sat at his usual spot at the table. I tossed my bag onto one of the mismatched chairs and walked over to the cabinet to grab a pack of pop tarts to eat. Every since I'd gotten pregnant I'd barely been able to cook, because I was constantly in the bathroom vomiting. So for the past three weeks, we'd been surviving on pop tarts, muffins, bagels, donuts, and eggs for breakfast since Charlie was a lousy cook.

"Did you get any sleep last night, Bells?" He asked me as I poured myself a glass of juice. I turned around to look at him, as if asking what kind of stupid question was that.

"You mean you didn't hear me vomiting my brains out for like four hours last night? I cannot wait until this morning and night sickness stops, it's killing me," I sighed, walking to the table with my pop tarts and juice in hand.

"I got up a couple times because I heard you, I kept asking if you were okay, but you never answered. Dr... Cullen called last night while you were in bed; he wanted me to tell you that he'd like for you to go to his office today. Something about wanting to do an ultrasound."

I nearly spat the orange juice out of my mouth, but instead I swallowed it quickly to talk. "D-did he say anything else? I wasn't supposed to get an ultrasound until two more weeks. I hope the baby's okay," I said, rubbing my belly absentmindedly.

"I'm sure he would have said something if there had been. Do you.. um.. want me to.. uh, go with you?" Charlie asked sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. I knew he didn't want to go. He was still trying to get used to the whole pregnancy deal. He wasn't the only one.

"No Dad, that's okay. I was supposed to be going down to La Push to see Jacob, I'll just have him to tag along with me; no big deal." He gave a sigh of relief. I got up, putting my glass into the sink and my pop tart wrapper into the garbage. "I guess I'm going to go now. Don't worry about going to diner for dinner, I'm cooking tonight; lasagna. Does that sound good?"

Charlie gave a harsh chuckle. "Not trying to sound rude, Bells, but it sounds way better than eating at the diner. You can only eat at a place so much before you get tired of it. I'll see you tonight."

I gave a small laugh. "Okay, bye Dad." Grabbing my bag from off the off the chair, I slung it over my shoulder and lifted the hood of my rain coat that I'd just slipped on, and ran outside. After unlocking the door and and tossing my bag onto the other side, I started the engine, it's roar vibrating the cab. Turning on the knob for the heat to come on, I waited several minutes until the cab was nice and warm, and then I pulled out of the driveway and set off towards school.

Once I pulled into the school, I sighed in relief at a parking spot that was surprising empty close to the main doors. After locking up the truck I jumped out into the rain, and swore a few of my preferred profanities as my shoes and jeans got soaked by a big puddle. I put my keys into my pocket and took off in a light sprint towards the doors.

I made it under one of the covered walkway and after I opened one of the double doors, I walked inside. As soon as y shoes touched the wet tile floor, time seemed to take control of itself. My shoe had slid against the the floor and my bag went flying into the air. My hands flailed out, trying to grasp hold of anything, but there wasn't anything within reach. My eyes cringed shut as I waited for the floor catch my fall, only it didn't. Instead, I heard a few squeaks of shoes against the floor and my body had fell softly against something. My eyes opened, and I swallowed a knot that had formed in my throat. Edward.

When my eyes opened, a large breath of relief broke from his lips. His body was hovering over mine, one arm was propping us up off the floor, and the other was wrapped around my back. The few seconds we were like that before he'd helped me up had felt like a lifetime. There was so much tension between our gazes that we wouldn't have broken apart if it hadn't been for Rosalie's loud "get the whore off the floor already, Edward."

He shot a glare at her over his shoulder as he helped me up, grabbing my bag from off the floor and handing it to me too. "Are you okay, Bella?" He asked.

My eyes were focused on the crowd of people that surrounded us. Alice and Jasper were standing beside a furious Rosalie, and about ten other students were around them. "I'm fine, Edward. Thanks for breaking my fall," I said, then pushed passed him, trying to walk away.

"Bella, wait," Edward called as he chased after me.

"What an ungrateful bitch. Edward you should have just let her fall," Rosalie retorted, and I turned around before anyone could say anything.

"You know, Rosalie, I'd advice you to keep your freaking mouth shut before I go psycho on you and rip your fucking head off," I snapped. Edward grabbed hold of my arm once he reach me, trying to pull me to him.

"Just ignore her. You know how she is. Are you sure you're okay? I barely got to you in time."

"Why did you even bother? You're little bitch surely would have loved to see the blood bath that would've occurred! And also, why are you even talking to me? It's been, how long, what, two MONTHS since you've said a word to me? You can go along now; I've no need for a pity party." A wave of anger coursed through my veins, and I tried to even out my heavy breath, though it wasn't working.

"I'm not trying to pity you, and the reason I haven't talked to you is because every time I try to, you always ignore me or push me away. There's nothing else I can do besides try," he said quietly, yet slightly annoyed.

"Why should I talk to you, Edward? After the night of the Super Bowl, you've shunned me away like a boring pastime, and even when I called to tell you that I was pregnant," he flinched when I said that, "you didn't answer. So why should I have to talk to you now? You know what? Just leave me alone." I turned around to walk down the hall and I noticed that everyone was gone. My attention had been so involved on Edward that I didn't even notice anyone leave.

"You can't hide from me forever, Bella. You have an appointment with my father today anyway, and you know I'm going to be there," he snapped as he walked behind me.

"That's simple to resolve; I can simply not go."

"And you'd do that? You'd give up seeing our child just to stay away from me?"

The word 'our' made my heart sting. "No. I'd put up with you to see the baby."

"That's what I thought." Edward now stood in front of me, his hands on my shoulders, just staring at me.

"Bella, just give me five minutes to talk to you. Is that too much to ask for?"

I rolled my eyes. "You've already had five minutes, and all you've been doing is running you're mouth. Now you've made me late for class. Plus, I have nothing to talk to you about," I said, pushing past him, and this time, I ignored his remarks and didn't turn back.

A/N: Hey you guys! I'm sorry it took me so long to redo this chapter, I'm without internet (again), and the only way I have access to FF is while I babysit my friend's two kids, and it's hard to get on since I have my two kids as well. I tried to remake the chapter as much as much as I possibly could like the last one. For those of you who are going to read A Fierce Heart, which is the sequel to this one, I'll be working on it and have it posted soon. I'm not promising a date because I have chapters on my active Harry Potter and Vampire Academy stories to do, and I also have to try and map out A Fierce Heart's plot again since I lost it when my old laptop fried. So hang in with me guys. I'm partially here, and trying to get a million things done. OH! I found out that I'm having another boy in December, which means I'll have 3 boys now :) and I'm naming him Adrian after Adrian Ivashkov in the Vampire Academy series. Oh well, just thought I'd let you know. And remember, REVIEW, FLAME, AND PM!

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