You've Done No Wrong
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2 WEEKS LATER
KPOV
Today was the day.
I was finally getting it over with.
I was scared, and sick, all at the same time.
I haven't spoken to Rob, since 2 days ago, the last time he checked up on me.
I walked through the doors of the pharmacy.
I was afraid that there would be paparazzi, and one would spot me buying a pregnancy test.
The tabloids would have a ball with that.
I picked up a white box, with purple stripes on it, that said "24 Hour Results".
I turned around, and to no surprise, there was a guy, with his camera, snapping photo's of me.
SHIT!!
"Hey Kristen…what's going on? You pregnant? Who's the baby daddy?"
I rushed out of the store, not even paying, and jumped into my car, and rammed my head into the steering wheel.
FUCK!
I dialed the number I knew I shouldn't. Rob.
It rang two times, before I heard his husky British voice.
"Hello?"
"Rob, I need to see you. Meet me at the hotel."
"See you there."
I shut the phone, and put the car into reverse, and backed out of the parking spot.
I opened the door, and took off my jacket.
I sat on the bed, rocking back and forth for a while, until I heard a loud knock.
I bolted up, and opened the door.
"Kristen…are you alright? You sounded frazzled."
"No, No, Rob, I'm not okay."
"Okay, well, sit down, and just rest alright."
"Its not like that."
"Well then what is it? Tell me."
I reached into my coat pocket, and pulled out the box.
He glared at it, and back to me with fury in his eyes.
"Are you pregnant Kristen? Are you fucking pregnant?"
"I don't know! Why the hell do you think I bought the damn thing."
I got up from the sofa, and walked into the bathroom.
I shut the door practically in his face.
I heard him moan, and push against the door.
I opened up the box, and tucked my hair behind my ears.
I read the directions, and popped off the blue plastic cap.
I unbuttoned my jeans, and shoved them down my legs, along with my Aerie panties.
I sat down shakily on the seat, and put the stick in between my legs, and peed. When I was done, I lifted the stick out, and put the blue cap back on, and put the stick on the counter.
I started crying. Profusely.
I couldn't bear being pregnant…if I was.
I felt like my stomach was in my throat, and my heart in my mouth.
I couldn't be pregnant. I have a future. A growing career. What about my family? What would they think of me if I got pregnant at 18 years old? But after all, this was Hollywood.
I unlocked the door, and plunged myself into Rob's arms.
He put his arms around me, and I sobbed into his chest.
He just stood still, and didn't say anything.
He always told me that he NEVER wanted children. EVER. If I was pregnant…he would hate me for sure.
I knew that if I was, he wouldn't be in the baby's life. He wouldn't want to. He would act like I didn't exist, or his child. Or just deny anything having to with me or the baby. He would probably just tell me that it was Mike's, and not his.
I knew him. The person he was.
He wasn't fit to be a dad, or anything having to do with kids. He jus wasn't cut out for that. He was the new American heartthrob. Not some hands-on daddy.
I honestly prayed that I wasn't pregnant…not for the obvious reasons, but for the reason of the father being none other, than Robert Pattinson.
I didn't want to have to be a single mom, living day in, and day out, praying that my child wont ask why his, or her father wasn't around, and I would have to tell them the real reason…he didn't them.
I just wanted to crawl into a hole, and stay there for all the rest of eternity. Just all by myself. Secluded. Alone. By myself.
I didn't want my kid to ever feel like a mistake, and if I was pregnant, than, to Rob, and the baby, and maybe even me, it was a mistake.
I knew that if I was, I would loose Rob forever, and truthfully…I couldn't do that…ever.
He was a drunk, and a drunkie, who hooked up with strippers for money, and he wasn't Edward fucking Cullen. He didn't care about me.
That wasn't the man I wanted for my baby to have as a father. I wanted the father of my children to be a big, hotshot lawyer, or doctor, with big brown eyes, brown hair, and the life of a prince. But that wasn't an option. That man just did not exist, and I knew that.
I was trying to live In some kind of fantasy world, that just only existed in bed-time books.
I hadn't really thought about being a mom, or having kids. Hell, I was eighteen for crying out loud!
I wasn't ready for anything like this, whatsoever.
But I had it planned out in my head already.
I was a horrible mom, and my kid was a little boy who was lonely, and wondered why he had bum's for parents. That was why this couldn't happen.
If it did, I was screwed. I had no idea, or any experience with children. My siblings were just a few years older than me, without children. I wasn't about to me the jaw breaker of all that.
I've watched enough TV shows to know that 18 year olds just could not be parents. But, Rob was 23. He should step up. But he wont. I know that for a damn fact.
I will become the girl who he knocked up, and sent a Christmas gift of 5 dollars to his kid maybe each Christmas. But even that couldn't be set in stone.
I didn't know how much time had passed before I was forcing myself out of Rob's hold.
He avoided my eyes.
I went back into the bathroom to retrieve the test.
I looked at it, and there it was, staring me blank in the face. The whole thing I was afraid of, was right fucking in front of me.
A small blue plus sign. I shook my head, and slammed my fist into the counter. There would be a bruise there tomorrow.
I picked the test up, and Rob came in behind me. I heard him exhale loudly, and punch the wall. I put the test back on the counter, and walked out o the bathroom.
I sat on the couch, and brought my knees up to my chest, and buried my face in my hands; and rocked back and forth.
Rob walked out of the bathroom, and came in front of me. I couldn't look up at him. I just couldn't.
"Rob, I'm sorry."
He didn't say anything.
He lowered himself to my level. His face was absolutely full of anger, and it scared the shit out of me.
He had his hands on his knees, and his face where my knees were.
I finally linked my eyes with his.
He just kept there.
RPOV
She was pregnant. Fuck. I just wanted to jump out of me freaking skin.
I kept still, not wanting to scare her.
"Who's baby is it Kristen?"
She didn't answer me.
"Who's the fucking father!?"
"You."
I got up, and shook my head furiously.
"No, I'm not, Shut up."
She didn't say anything. I always told her how much I hadn't wanted children.
She fucking told me she was on that damn pill.
"Thank you birth control!"
I put my hands up in the air, and laughed cynically.
"What are we going to do Rob?"
"What do you mean? Your getting rid of the thing."
She finally looked up at me, and I knew she wanted to hit me.
She got up, and slapped me.
"ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS ASSHOLE? YOU THINK IM GOING TO KILL MY KID? ARE YOU FUCKING DELUSIONAL?"
"You're going to keep the bloody thing?"
"Yea, I'm going to keep it, and so are you."
She WAS fucking delusional. She thought that I was going to be a part of that thing? She's bloody fucking nuts.
"No, Kristen…I'm fucking not."
I started toward the door, but she shoved me to the ground and climbed on top of me.
"You son of a bitch. You took part in creating this thing too you know. Now, you have to pay the consequences asshole."
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