His Gift Chapter 9: Out of Order, a twilight fanfic

WARNING: INTENSE LANGUAGE THIS CHAPTER!

a/n: its short and I'm sorry, but here it is. It's just in Bella's POV this time, so I'm sorry to the Edward fans, but he isn't in this chapter. However, the next whole chapter will be in his POV. Also, there isn't a whole lot of drama in this chapter, for once. Think of this as a 'filler chapter' that will lead up to the main events/drama chapters later on. Please enjoy and review. I would like between 255 and 270 reviews before the next chapter! Thanks once again and please please please enjoy.

This chapter is dedicated to MrsJesseSpencer, for helping me with my upcoming House M.D. fan fiction stories (which will be published within the next month) Thanks again, darling, you are my savior!

His Gift

Chapter 10:

BPOV

"With what price we pay for the glory of motherhood." --Isadora Duncan.

I stormed out of the living room to find Jake standing in the hall. I glared at him. How the hell could he just leave me to deal with this problem by myself? Wasn't he supposed to be helping me? Didn't he promise to be there for me? What happened to that?

Jake saw my glare and looked at me sadly, "I'm sorry, Bells."

I slapped him.

CRUNCH!

"FUCK!" I screamed, cradling my hurt hand to my chest in pain. I jumped up and down, trying to find some way to get rid of the pain running though my body.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." I growled over and over, bouncing around the kitchen. Jake must think I'm some type of bunny. Now, I'm not normally the one to swear, but this was an exception. He hurt my hand!

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck….Fuck…..Owwwiiieeeeeee."

Jake looked scared but approached me, holding his hand out to inspect mine. I gave him my hurt hand, the hand that was pulsating with pain this very moment.

Note to self: next time you wanna hurt Jake, find a baseball bat first, I thought to myself, seething in anger and pain.

"It looks like it hurts." Jake concluded.

"Oh. Thanks Doctor. I had no idea!" I exclaimed sarcastically, "OF COURSE IT FUCKING HURTS!"

"Bella calm down." Jake sighed.

"I'm not going to calm down, Damnit!" I screamed, "My hand is on fucking fire and my hormones are going insane from this stupid pregnancy. Make. It. Stop." I roared.

"I can't." Jake shrugged sheepishly.

I wanted to slap him again. Then again, I remember my hurt hand, maybe not.

"It's not my fault, Bella, I can't do anything about it," Jake continued.

I sat down on a chair at the kitchen table, resting my head on my not-hurt hand. Jake walked over and sat across from me.

"I just want it all to be over." I mumbled quietly.

"Well, unless you get an abor--," Jake stopped when I glared at him.

"I already said it: I'm not getting an abortion. I'm not some murderer." I growled at him but then sighed, "Ohh this is horrible. What am I going to do?"

"Well, you can stay at my house until you find out somewhere to live." Jake suggested.

I nodded but didn't look back up at him, "We already discussed that back in La Push. And that wasn't what I was talking about."

"Then what were you talking about exactly?"

"Well, there's school, first of all. Everyone's going to think I'm some sort of slut. Then there's money. There's no way I'm going to be able to go to school and have an apartment and raise a child all by myself. What about college. I'm not smart enough for a scholarship and I wouldn't be able to go anywhere anyway because I'm going to have a baby."

I rambled on and on about how miserable I was going to be.

"Bella, everything is going to be fine. Women deal with this type of thing every day." Jake tried to sooth me. And failed, of course.

"No, Jake, people don't go through this. People are supposed to finish school, go to college, get a job, get married, and have kids. In that order." I paused to take a shaky breath before continuing, "However, there's me. The lost cause. I'm all out of order. I'm having a kid before anything else, and, seeing how my life is crashing around my shoulders, I doubt I'll find love or get married."

"You're life is not crashing, Bells, it'll get better."

"Oh would you please stop trying to make everything better!" I screamed. I looked up at Jake, who looked shocked once more, "My life sucks, I get it. My boyfriend knocked me up and then left me to fend for myself, I get it. I'm a screw up, I get it. And you know what, I don't fucking care whether it'll 'get better' or not because I'm going insane as it is already. It's been less than a week and I feel like jumping off a cliff! I can't take it, and there's no way I'm going to be able to take this for nine more months; there's no way I could do this for years. The chances of my pathetic and fucked up life getting better are very very low, and you know it Jake. You're just lying so that I don't feel bad or attack you again with my raging hormones and a saucepan!"

I sat back down, my head in my not-hurt hand once more, "Oh God what have I done."

I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up to see Jake standing next to me.

"We should get that hand checked out." I motioned to my swelling and throbbing left hand that I was cradling to my chest.

"Later."

There was no way I was going to go to the doctor's in my condition. With all my raging hormones, I would probably break down crying because doctors and hospitals remind me of Carlisle, who reminds me of all the other Cullen family members, who directly remind me to Edward. My heart can't take an Edward Attack right now.

"But Bella, the doct--"

I cut him off for the second time today, "Yeah yeah. He'll help me get better yada yada well isn't that a fucking miracle. Wow my life is so much better because my hand is fixed. Oh, wait, I almost forgot about the 'pregnant-without-the-father' part of my life."

Jake was silent. I guess he was learning not to mess with the pregnant version of me. I had to say that the raging-hormone/life-sucking/pregnant version of me was way cooler than the real one. Maybe they should make an Pregnant Bella Action Cartoon ("Pregnant Bella and the Scary Werewolf Man", I laughed to myself,), or a Pregnant Bella Barbie.

Hey, who knows what they'll think of next?

I hope you all liked this short little filler chapter. More drama soon to come. Remember: I would like between 255 and 270 reviews before the next chapter!