AN: One of my best friends had a fire at her house this week, resulting in the death of all her pets. I dedicate this chapter to her and her loss. I'm sorry babies.

On a lighter note, thank you for the reviews and all the love you gave after the last chapter. There's only 9 left after this one and that's really hard for me to believe! I can't believe I'm actually this close to finishing my story! Gives me hope for the future:)

Also totally random but, I really want all the clothes in Aria's closet from Pretty Little Liars... So if anyone wants to get me that, that'd be great haha!

Trying out something interesting to capture your attention in this chapter! Read, Review, and Enjoy:)

Parties & Mistakes

Chapter 21: Ally's POV

"Ally, I'm sorry," Trish said tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Don't be, none of this is your fault!" I managed.

A&A

"I'm so sorry!" Trish said for the millionth time that week. Only three days had passed since Sunday. Wednesday had arrived and so had the day of the counseling.

I rolled my eyes and plunked my bag down onto the desk. "I know. You've said that about a hundred times. Per day."

"But I am sorry. I didn't mean to just blurt that out. I should've let you do what you wanted."

"It's fine," I said settling into my chair. "It's both good and bad. Like he knows at least. He's not too impressed with how he knows, but that's my fault not yours."

"No! Ally, you don't have to blame yourself for yet another thing!" Trish said, taking out her textbook and flipping to the page that was written on the board.

"But you don't have to say sorry every five seconds."

"I know," she pulled out some pens and pencils. "It's just I see you and I see him and I feel bad for how I just let it go."

"Alright, so we're both sorry!" I decided, pulling my hair up into a topknot. "Can we move on now?"

I wasn't in the mood to talk about who was more sorry or really anything to do with pregnancy. I was so dizzy and didn't need a reminder of why.

"Yeah, sure," Trish smiled and turned her attention to the front as Miss. Daily walked in. She looked back to me and raised her eyebrows. "Are you okay?"

I cocked my head to the side and rubbed my shoulder absently. "Yeah, why?"

"I dunno. You just look pale. Is it bad today?"

"The nausea?" I whispered to a nod. "I'm just dizzy. It's fine."

She drew her eyebrows together, but looked away. The announcements started, asking for people to audition for the Christmas show. I had a feeling Austin would go for it and I might be suckered into it myself. At least it would give me something to do, something to take my mind off of everything. After all, I wouldn't be able to hide this for much longer!

That was the part of all of this that made me physically scared. If that woman - who made her daughter get an abortion - was any representation of what everyone else was going to think of me, I don't know how I'll survive. Telling Austin was one battle, how everyone else is going to react is another. But the fact is, Austin's an amazing guy. His reaction is no where near the gauge of how others are going to react.

Austin.

I thank God that I have him. I knew there was a part of him that still hated how I hid this and how Trish was the one who came out with the secret, but he was still perfect. He still smiled when he saw me or kissed me on the cheek. He still asked me if I was okay or if I needed anything. He still cared. He was able to push away this dejected, angry, pain and be there for me when I needed him most.

There was no way I would ever be able to repay him for this support.

I smiled at the thought of him and turned my gaze to the front of the class. The announcements had ended and Miss. Daily was straightening out a stack of papers. Oh shit. I know what that means.

"Don't get too excited that I'm giving your tests back today! I know it's usually a riled up occasion where everyone shares marks and tries to one up each other, but we have to buckle down before the Christmas season is upon us. I'm aware I only have one good week before your brains all turn to break mush! So here are your tests!" Miss. Daily singsonged as she began making her way around the classroom. She walked through the maze of desks placing the papers face down, with either a smile or grimace.

When the test paper appeared on my desk, I didn't look at her face. I didn't want to know how disappointed she was in me. I flipped it over and my eyes grew wide.

"I passed," I whispered.

Trish peaked over my shoulder at my 85% and grinned. "See? What did I tell you? Totally driven right there!"

Miss. Daily returned to our bank of desks and placed Trish's test face down, a smile on her face. Trish cocked her head to the side and much like myself, her eyes grew wide at the sight of her mark.

"Oh my God, I got a 76%!" she exclaimed. The was her highest mark this semester. "I guess that shows what knowing your subject does."

"I always tell you to study," I teased.

"Isn't this a pitiful way to learn that lesson," she mumbled and then froze. "Sorry, sometimes I just don't think."

"Clearly," I laughed.

A&A

By the time lunch rolled around, my nerves had gotten the better of me. I wasn't too keen on going to this counseling session. It was one more step closer to everything becoming real. After this, all that was left was telling our parents, then seeing the baby for the first time on the sonogram. Once I'd done those two steps, it would all be over. I wouldn't be able to hide behind some shade of denial, because everyone would know and I would always see that picture. I wasn't sure if it was really for the best or not.

In any case, all of my nervousness contributed to an outrageous amount nausea. My world was spinning as I walked the halls to my locker. Trish shot me a wry smile when I arrived. She was casually leaning against her locker, twirling a curl around her red tipped nails.

"I think I've unlocked the newest symptom," I said, opening the door to my locker and stashing some books inside.

Trish laughed. "What like a video game?"

"Shut up," I mumbled. "My shoulders hurt."

"Don't aches and pains come later?"

"I don't know," I said, closing my locker and leaning up against it like Trish was. "I think with all the changes going on everything has the possibility of hurting. Like I finally have those cramps from stuff expanding."

She shrugged and stood up straight. "So you still need a ride?" I nodded. "Are you sure you don't want Austin to go with you?"

"It's something I need to do alone," I explained. "I mean, you're just taking me there, you're not coming in or anything."

"Right," she grimaced. "That makes sense."

We migrated away from the lockers and down the front stairs. I placed my hand on my right hip. I'd been having cramps since Monday evening. It felt like the same sort of cramps I got when I was on my period. It was annoying, but nothing I hadn't dealt with before. Trish had parked at the back of the school, meaning we probably should've used the back stairs.

"Hey!" Dez yelled down the hall.

I rolled my eyes but turned around, feeling a new wave of dizziness wash over me. Austin and Dez were rushing towards us.

"Where ya going?" Austin asked. He grabbed onto my hands - pulling one away from my side - and smiled.

"Trish is taking me to lunch," I said, swaying my arms slightly.

He turned his gaze to Trish and she nodded. "Yeah, just some girl time."

It wasn't the best lie I had seen from her, but it looked as though it worked. Austin searched my face then leaned in and kissed me. I wasn't expecting it, but I allowed myself to give in. A rush of joy washed over me at the same time as nausea.

He pulled back and I took a breath. I'd never been this dizzy before in my life.

"You okay?" Austin asked.

"Yeah," I said, nodding feebly.

He pulled me close to his body and my cramp gave way to pain. I winced, but it only felt like the sting of a stubbed toe. There for a second, but gone the next. I looked up into his deep amber eyes and felt reassured. He smiled then hugged me and I wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging back.

"See you in English," I quipped, pulling away and turning to walk with Trish.

We hurried to Trish's car. We had about twenty minutes to get to the hospital in time for my appointment. Valentina had called on Monday with my blood test results, another confirmation of pregnancy along with some numbers I didn't really understand. She had also told me where to go, who to talk to, and what to say when I got to the hospital. All of that was greatly appreciated.

But every ounce of information slipped from my mind as we got closer to our destination. When yet another imposing building came into sight for me, I realized how incredibly nauseated I was. This was beyond anything I'd felt these passed few weeks. Couple that with the pain in my shoulders and that on my side, I was starting to think something was wrong.

"Are you okay?" Trish asked.

"I don't know," I replied as she pulled into a spot in the parking garage.

She killed the engine and stared at me wide eyed. "Should I call Austin?"

I shook my head. "No. No, not yet."

I saw the worry play out on her face, but she turned away from me and exited the car. I unbuckled my seatbelt and opened the passenger side door. Grabbing hold of my messenger bag, I made my move to get out of the car only to trip in pain. Trish rushed over and grabbed me before I fell on my face.

"What's going on?" she asked, taking in the scene. Her arms were no longer holding me up. I was hunched over, clutching my right side in pain. Tears had begun to form in my eyes. What was going on? "Ally, what's happening?"

"I don't know!" I whined.

"Okay," she said grabbing onto my arm. "Let's go in then!"

Trish held onto my arm as we walked through the parking lot. I tried hard not to cry, holding my side, desperately wishing I wasn't falling apart.

"What floor?"

"Like, 3... I think."

"You think?" Trish asked, her hand on her hip as she pressed the up button.

"This isn't the time to be questioning me," I moaned.

She sighed and waited for the doors to open. I trained my eyes on the floor, trying not to freak out. Trying not to cry. Trying not to fall down and break.

The elevator dinged in arrival and a screaming man in a wheel chair was rushed out. Trish's eyes widened and she turned to me in confusion. I shrugged lightly, only to be met with more pain in my shoulders. We walked into the wooden paneled elevator and Trish pressed the button for the third floor. She stared at me, biting her lip. Worry creased the lines on her forehead. She was genuinely afraid. Seeing this on her face only made me feel worse. It only made me feel like something was about to happen. Like something was dangerously wrong.

The doors opened on the third floor. It was undeniably the pregnancy ward. With directions to Delivery, The NICU, The Nursery, and OB/GYN Offices sprawled across the walls - there was no denying it. Trish told me to go sit down while she signed me in. I expected the same drill to go on. I'd be given a clipboard to fill out and then I'd be taken in. But I was only greeted with more pain when I slumped into a green padded chair. I drew my legs up to my chest, covering my mouth as I unintentionally let out a shriek. It wasn't exactly unheard of on this floor - two women had already been wheeled by screaming - but I didn't look like those women. I was this tiny, flat stomached, teenage girl who looked on the verge of a meltdown.

Trish rushed over with a nurse, both looking agitated and nervous. The nurse crouched down in front of me. "Ally, honey, can you tell me what's going on?"

"I don't know what's happening," I mumbled.

"Where does it hurt?" the tiny blonde nurse asked.

"My stomach and my shoulders," I supplied. I was aware that the patrons in this waiting room were staring. Their looks ranged from distain, to pity, to fear. I saw the nurse look down at the floor, avoiding my gaze. I felt the tears stream down my face, smudging my mascara. I knew what was going on.

I heard heels clicking around the corner as the blonde nurse straightened herself and hurried away. She told Trish to keep me calm. Thousands of warning bells went off in my mind, telling me that this was not a calming, normal, everyday situation. I saw Valentina talking to the same nurse who had just asked me what was wrong, a somber look crossing their features. A wheel chair was produced and that seemed like confirmation.

"Hi Allison," Valentina forced a smile. "Would you mind just taking a seat here so we can see what's up?"

I switched to the wheel chair, wincing all the while. She quickly wheeled me into one of the examination rooms, Trish following in tow. My head was spinning. I'd never felt a pain like this before. I knew that was why I was so dizzy. I knew that it all could only mean one thing.

I felt arms lift me out of the chair and onto the table. I wasn't entirely sure how I got there. My navy blue sweater was pushed up by someone's hands. In a swirl of movement and voices, the image appeared on the screen. The sonogram was moving around where I had been clutching. Valentina was touching the screen, outlining something that looked unreadable. Everything was blurry and everyone seemed to understand, but me.

I was aware that I was barely conscious. I was trying so hard to focus in what they were saying. It was all a flurry of action. Valentina's face came into focus in front of mine. We were in a different room, I was on a different bed. Everything was moving. I could hear hurried beeping noises and felt air being thrust at my face.

"Ally," Valentina spoke. "I want you to understand this. Can you hear me?"

I nodded and noticed Trish keeping stride with the stretcher.

"Ally, you're having a miscarriage. It's why you've been having cramps, and shoulder pain. And it's also why you're blacking out right now," I could see her face clear as day. Her eyebrows were drawn in sorrow, mouth carved in a frown. She looked so sorry. It was etched across her features. "You're having an ectopic pregnancy and you need surgery."

I couldn't even manage to tear up. Nothing felt real anymore. I knew what had been happening but here it was... What was I supposed to do now?

"Trish!" I called out, my voice barely registering.

"Ally, I'm sorry," Trish said, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Don't be, none of this is your fault!" I managed. Seeing her cry terrified me. I swallowed and took a deep breath. "Call Austin."

She nodded, standing in place as the doors closed and my world turned to black.

AN: Well some people are going to hate me for that... Despite the content, I hope you enjoyed that! The things I look up for this story. I'm now more of a pregnancy expert than I was before... Which isn't by much, I find pregnancy really interesting so I already know a lot about it, haha! Anyway, I kind of have a treat planned for next week. And don't you worry, Ally lives! Drop me a review!