Carlisle took me up to his bedroom, and sat me down on the bench near the window. He lifted my shirt a little, and placed his hand on my stomach before poking and prodding it.
I felt it move again, only this time it was harder and more fervent. I felt it scraching me… As if I was carrying some sort of an animal…
A ware-wolf. I was carrying a ware-wolf.
I could feel it scratching my insides and I winced. Carlisle must have felt it too, because he was looking at me with pain in his eyes for me.
"Bella, my dear… I think you should give this child up." He said at last.
I shook my head.
"I refuse to get an abortion, if that's what you mean. It's murder, and I'm not going to end a tiny life before it has even started." I replied quietly.
He looked at me sadly.
"Bella, I can feel that scratching. That thing inside of you has claws, and it could kill you. You will almost definitely die if you continue with this pregnancy."
"But ware-wolves don't have claws or anything until they're much older… I don't understand." I said quietly, trying to think.
"That ware-wolf that … Raped… You was probably very emotional, or very drunk. I've studied this sort of thing, and when a ware-wolf is like that, their anatomy changes a little. Because of this, the child that he planted inside of you, my dear, is full ware-wolf right now."
I winced as he clawed at me again.
"Could you let Edward know… ? I don't think I can…" I said, tears in my eyes.
He nodded, and went downstairs.
I went into Edward's bedroom, and laid down on the couch.
I heard every one yelling downstairs as Carlisle explained my predicament. I felt the tears in my eyes, and my breath quicken. I hated all this, being pregnant, them yelling… All my fault.
I suddenly felt as though I couldn't breathe, and blackness started filling my vision. I pulled out my knife and started cutting myself everywhere, not even feeling anything.
I remember hearing footsteps and screams, but I can barely remember anything else.
What the hell was happening to me?