A/N: I have finally come back to any of my readers that still have faith! I am exceptionally apologetic for my absence. Things have been rather…. Chaotic since school started. I've been getting piles of homework, Color Guard practices, football game performances, and competitions have taken up a LOT of time. (Speaking of, yesterday was championships…. Which we won with FIRST PLACE by the way) Not to mention a bunch of medical stuff going on. It's a bit complicated.

So, if you're still reading this, then I LOVE YOU! I know that I have pretty much failed as a writer for leaving for months but I hope that somehow you will forgive me.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN VAMPIRE KISSES

The idea of my mother knowing about the existence of vampires was still disturbing. This new idea was what I had been focusing on for the past few days as I lay in bed, never leaving- because that was so much easier than focusing on the real problem here. So, I reveled in the thought of my parents going to college with a vampire and a half-vampire. Mom had told me that she never really felt the need to tell me that she know my boyfriends' secret and that she had only realized it when his family had come over for dinner one night. Apparently I didn't do a very good job with the seating considering how she could see how Mr. and Mrs. Sterling's reflections didn't appear in the glass curio cabinet behind them. That, and the fact that the whole Sterling family has a strange allergy to garlic.

Unfortunately, no matter how shocking the topic was, it couldn't occupy my mind forever. My thoughts always seemed to drift to what Alexander had said to me during out argument days before. I cried for hours everyday and then cried myself to sleep those nights. My mother didn't bother to ask me to go to school considering I wouldn't even get out of bed. Billy Boy has been staying at Henry's house so I haven't seen him yet. Apparently they had some major science project.

My appetite wasn't much better. The thought of eating was just gross and I could barely get anything down. But I know that my baby was counting on me for its nutrients so I managed to shove something down my throat every day. Still, I'd lost weight which was concerning and my mother kept coaxing me to get out of bed and out of the house, or eat a burger or something. For some reason, I just couldn't do it.

I hasn't felt the baby kick or move since that day in English class. Somehow this was a good thing because it would just depress me more by continuing to remind me about my fight with its father.

The sound of my mother's heels click-clacking on the wooden stairs traveled up to my room. She opened my door making it creak on its hinges, and stepped in.

"Raven are you awake?"

"Nngh."

"I brought you some tea." She walked up and placed the tray on my nightstand.

I slowly sat up form my curled position under the covers and took the warm mug into my hands. I didn't make a move to drink it.

My mother sighed. "Raven, please. You have to eat and drink. If not for you, then at least for your baby. Don't hurt it like this."

She was one hundred percent right, but still I couldn't bring myself to do it. Every time I tried to eat something, my stomach would churn, as if my body was rejecting it. Even if I did get it down, I would just throw it back up anyway.

Giving a sigh, Mom kissed my forehead and left the room quietly.

Not long after that there was another knock on my door. It was more shy and quiet than when my mother usually requested entrance into my room.

"Come in!" I called curiously.

The door opened slowly and a head with a mop of black hair and large brown eyes peeked in. Billy, my brother.

After scanning the room cautiously- God only knows why- he stepped in a closed the door behind him.

We stared at each other for a moment. My brother and I were never exceptionally close but we used to have some good times together. After not seeing each other for a few months, it was somewhat awkward being in each other's presence.

Finally I decided to break the silence. "Hey Nerd Boy."

Billy rolled his eyes and scowled at me. "You promised to stop calling me that."

I shrugged my shoulders casually. "Sorry just 'breaking the ice'".

He rolled his eyes again and sat at my desk chair, facing me. His eyes roamed over my body, stopping over my swollen stomach. Out of habit, I placed my hand over it.

"So I'm gonna be an uncle…."

I nodded. "Sure are."

"That's so weird. Never in a million years did I think my sister would be seventeen and pregnant."

Chuckling light, I responded, "Well imagine my surprise when I found out. I used to scoff at pregnant teenage girls, but now here I am, in the same situation."

Billy silently agreed with a nod of his head. He seemed nervous to say something. Eventually he built up the courage to say whatever he wanted to. "So how come you're not with Alexander back at the mansion?"

My eyes instantly turned dark and I could feel my heart skip a beat at the mention of Alexander.

Noticing my change in mood, Billy looked at my worriedly. "What happened Raven?"

Sighing, I began to tell him about the argument Alexander and I had. My brother listened to me with undivided attention, seeming more interested in what I had to say than I had ever seen him. I guess he really did miss me.

Once finished, Billy portrayed the same contemplative expression he gets when trying to figure out a difficult math equation or reading one of his mystery novels.

After brief hesitation he asked, "Well, did you think about how Alexander feels?"

"What do you mean?"

Billy shrugged. "It just seems to me that you're only thinking about your side of the argument. What do you think Alexander was thinking? He was probably worried sick when he couldn't contact you. And then you came back as if nothing was wrong so he probably go the sense that you didn't consider how he was feeling- which you weren't. Now he's probably even more worried not knowing where you are or if you are safe.

What my brother was explaining astonished me. All of it made sense, but the thing that shocked me most was the scrawny, pale boy was the one saying it all. When did he become so mature?

My shoulders sagged and I stared at my hands in my lap. "That doesn't change what he said to me," I replied quietly.

Billy deflated a little at my statement. "No, I guess not."

After a brief silence I asked the question that had bugged me since I came back. How has Dad been?

Again, Billy thought about his answer. "I think he regrets kicking you out."

This was unexpected. "Really?"

"Yeah. At first he was all angry at you but now he's just been moping around. All he does is get up, go to work, come back, have dinner, and go to bed. He doesn't even go to the country club anymore."

I looked down at my hands that were folded on my stomach. Hearing this about my own father was hard. Knowing it was all my fault made it even worse though. It felt as if I had failed him as a daughter. And in a way, I guess I did. Though what my brother said next contradicted my thought.

"I think he feels as though he failed you as a father," he shrugged.

"What do you mean?"

Billy leaned back on his hands. "Well he probably thinks he failed his job as a father. He's supposed to protect you and keep you on the right track. When you ended up pregnant at seventeen he blamed himself for not teaching you better."

This just continued to make me more miserable. It felt like whatever I did ended up being wrong and hurting the people I love most. What would happen when my baby was born? With the track I'm on now I would end up screwing everything up and hurting my baby.

Tears welled up in my eyes a little as I thought of what a horrible mother I was going to be. Who know, I might not even be able to be a mother. I could just make another stupid mistake and hurt my child before it was even born.

Billy leaned over and gave me a short but warm and comforting hug. Then he retreated back in to the hallway, leaving me in my dark room once again.

I used to complain all of the time when I was sick, saying how my head was about to explode or how I was ready to just rip my stomach out of my body. But none of that ever compared to this. It felt like I as being sucked dry. Whether it was of blood, energy, life, I couldn't tell, all I know I was just becoming weaker. Despite my growing tummy I felt thinner, paler even. It was like having my soul slowly pulled out of my body.

It's been four days since I left the mansion. Today was Friday. Or was it Thursday? All I know is that it felt like I had been lying in my bed forever, mind blank, and completely unmoving.

I glanced over at my clock. It was around the time when Mom would come up to my room everyday and try and get me to eat, mostly unsuccessfully.

As expected, fifteen minutes later there was a knock at my door.

"Come in," I mumbled into my pillow.

The door creaked open. I expected the sound of my mother's heels clacking on the floor but was instead greeted with the sound of heavy boots hitting the floor boards.

Turning my head proved my suspicion as to who was at my door. My father.

A/N: Alright! I really hope this satisfied you at least a LITTLE bit. If not, I am truly sorry!

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