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Sorry it's been so long on the updates for both of my stories. Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday I was sick with a jaw infection. The dentist had me doped up on Painkillers and Antibiotics, and then Thursday and today I had three tests to make up and two other tests.
Disclaimer: All characters in this story and the Twilight Saga itself belong to Stephenie Meyer. I do not own any songs in this story. I merely own the plot of the story.
Chapter 4: Harmful Situations
Edward rubbed soothing circles in my back with his left hand while his right one kept my hair out of the barf. I was hunched over the toilet as the constant rounds of puke came up my already burning throat.
"It's okay. This is normal. Hey, look at the bright side, at least you're five weeks through with the pregnancy," Edward whispered in my ear as I took in deep gulps of air, trying to calm my stomach.
It has been five weeks since I moved in with Edward and Tanya, and since I found out that Edward thought about me instead of Tanya when in the Sperm Bank's bathroom. But everyday since then, I just told myself it was a mistake on his behalf and continued to ignore the suggestive thoughts in my mind.
I brought myself back to what Edward said before.
Five weeks would seem like a lot to plenty of people, but when you're pregnant, you have to go through nine months, and five weeks seems like nothing. At least to me it does.
Two weeks ago, I was supposed to have my period. When I didn't have it, I took the pregnancy test that Dr. Clearwater gave to me, and discovered that I am in-fact pregnant.
It was eight o'clock in the morning, so when I raised my head out of the toilet, I saw the sun glaring at Edward and I through the bright yellow curtains. I groaned loudly and squinted my eyes against the harsh lights causing Edward to chuckle. I scrunched my nose at him with a rosy tint on my face and a foul taste in my mouth.
"If you're going to laugh at me, at least help me up first!" I pretended to be angered with him. He just drew out his tranquilizing laughter as he got up and then gave me a helping hand in the process of getting off the bathroom floor.
Once on my feet, I went over to the ashen, marble sink with my toothbrush and toothpaste; I then proceeded to brush my teeth thoroughly, making sure I didn't miss one tooth in my mouth.
I heard the toilet flush loud enough to think it would wake the dead. Turning around, the first thing—or person, I should say—to greet me was Edward.
He stopped me with a dazzling crooked-smile on his face; he placed his hands on my slightly bulging stomach. He gently caressed it through my shirt at first. He then lifted my navy blue tank top—that I had worn to sleep last night—up, exposing my bare pale stomach.
"I'm sorry. I just...can't believe that you're already starting to show. You're amazing, and beautiful, and you're skin is just so much more...radiant when you're pregnant," I sighed and blushed even more. I knew he was just trying to be nice and friendly, because I was the one having his child when Tanya was his wife. I had to admit, the kind comments that he gave me everyday was totally worth it so far.
"Thank you," I whispered.
Moments later, I giggled when his fingers passed over my bellybutton. Edward knew I was ticklish there, and that was why he did it. He had once told me that he loves my laugh and that it was 'astonishingly pleasing.'
While his large, warm hands were on my semi-large stomach, he looked up into my eyes. I gazed lovingly—I hope not too much—into his piercing, emerald eyes as his stared into my plain brown eyes.
Soon, though, we were interrupted in the middle of our staring contest by a livid, red faced Tanya.
"What are you two doing? Bella, we have to do now. Get dressed! We have shopping to do. And Edward, stop staring at her like that. She isn't your wife! I am," Tanya expressed her feelings through an upset wavering voice.
Edward snapped out of it before I did. He stood up and then just rushed out of the room, flustered and reddening.
I smoothed out my shirt and just continued to stare at the white tile of the bathroom floor as Tanya spoke to me.
"Bella, get ready please. We have to get going soon if we're going to get all of our shopping done. You have to shop for the baby and I have to shop for...well...myself, I guess. If you're not done by the time I come back, I'm leaving without you."
She then showed herself out of my bathroom and then my bedroom door.
Nine O'clock at Night....
My feet were aching from all of the walking around. I was starving from not eating since three hours ago. And my back was in agonizing pain.
But I had to go to a bookstore because I needed new books to read. So I kept walking in the dark, alone and looking for bookstores.
About two hours ago, Tanya had ditched me in the middle of Port Angeles. She had taken all of the bags of clothing and what not, and just took off, leaving me here.
Sometimes, Tanya was just so.....idiotic. I mean, seriously, who would leave a pregnant woman alone in the dark streets of a city with one of the highest crime rates in the state?
With no way of transportation besides my own two feet, and nothing for protection except the little knowledge I obtained when I took Karate classes during eight grade, I aimlessly continues to wander to shady alleyways and roads of Port Angeles.
As I roamed the streets, I came across four men who appeared to be drunk.
"Hey, honey. You the prostitute that we're gonna hire tonight?" One of them asked me in a deep, slurred voice.
I rolled my eyes and walked past all of them.
Quickly, I placed my hands under my slightly bulging stomach and jogged out of the area as my heart pounded against my chest.
When I thought that I had gotten away from them, I slowed down and let out a deep breath.
Leaning against the wall, I looked around to survey my surroundings.
To my left was a large, brick wall. Behind me was another brick wall, and then to in front of my and to my right was an open area.
Within that open area, I saw four approaching figures that had broad shoulders and couldn't walk very straight.
When they finally approached me, one of them stepped out—the same man who called me 'honey' earlier—and spoke, his hands on the walls behind me. He trapped me there against the wall, and as he talked to me, I could smell the stench of alcohol on his breath.
"So, honey, why'd ya run away from me and my friends? It wasn't very nice!We just wanna have a tiny bit of fun, sugar," a shiver ran down my spine as he spoke to me in such a manner.
The next couple of seconds were spent with him and his friends contemplating on who should have 'the first go' at me.
I just wrapped my arms around the baby in my stomach, and prayed for this child's life to be spared.
Okay, so here it is.
Once again, sorry for the wait.
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