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Chapter 6
Coming clean
Tris' POV
My mother enters the house first, leaving me to trail behind her. I quietly close the door behind me, watching as my mother looks once more in my direction before placing her purse and keys down on the front table. She wipes her mouth, taking a deep breath before nodding to herself, turning and heading towards the kitchen where my father is.
"Andrew, I'm afraid we have to talk. Caleb, will you give us a moment please?" My mother says, her voice not giving anything away.
"Right now? Is everything alright? Where's Beatrice?" My father asks. By the tone in his voice I can hear just how concerned he is for me. My heart breaks, thinking about that in just a few minutes that his concern will turn into disappointment. That his perception of me will change, just like my mother's has.
"She's fine. She's in the living room, waiting." My mother says. I swear the worst thing in life could have happened… and you wouldn't tell by her voice. She gives nothing away.
I just about fall down on the couch when Caleb comes rushing out of the kitchen. He glances at me, eyebrows wrinkled together, confused as ever. "What the hell did you do?" He asks, not bothering to slow down and listen to anything I have to say. He heads up the stairs like he was asked. Like the good son he is.
"Beatrice, is everything alright?" My father asks, as he steps into the living room with his eyebrows wrinkled together in confusion just like Caleb's had done so a moment ago. There is no shadow of a doubt who he got that from.
I wonder what my baby will get from me? What will he or she inherit from his father? The father who will never know he or she exists. The father that abandoned us both.
"Everything is fine, Andrew. Please take a seat." My mother says, ushering my father to sit down. He chooses the seat next to me on the couch, the same seat he has sat at every time we watched a family movie together or shared a family board game… I may look more and act like my mother, but I am Daddy's little girl. Well, I was.
"Natalie, what is this about? Sweetheart, please." My father pleads, glancing between both my mother and I. "Is this about your appointment? What were your results?" My father asks, not waiting for my mother to explain. I feel his eyes boring into mine, demanding answers. My mouth falls open as my mind battles the fight between motherhood and staying Daddy's little girl forever.
"Yes, Beatrice did get her results, Andrew. I'm afraid we have a little problem." My mother says her voice is the coldest that I have ever heard before.
"Problem?"
"Yes-"
"I'm pregnant," I whispered so low that I was surprised that I heard my father's gasp beside me. My stomach drops along with my heart, as my eyes refuse to lift up and look at either one of them. My mind runs, thinking about each time we were together. We used a condom each time. Tobias was so adamant about that. Wanting to take care of me, wanting what was right for me. What a lie that turned out to be.
"Your what?" My father asks, his voice in disbelief.
"She's pregnant, Andrew." My mother answers for me.
"How? With whom?" My father asks, I'm surprised he isn't yelling at this point. He seems to be in more shock than anything else.
"That's something I would like to know too." My mother says, crossing her arms across her chest. They both stare at me, waiting for me to start telling them something that up till now I never told a soul.
I close my eyes tightly, taking a deep breath. No, it doesn't matter what Tobias wrote in that letter. I can't tell them.
"I want to know right now." My father finally yells out. My body shakes with the sudden rage that I hear through his voice. It's not like either one of my parents to yell.
"I can't tell you," I say, glancing down at the floor.
"You can't tell us?" My mother says.
"You better start talking right now, young lady, or else. I want to know the name of this boy." My father demands.
"Tobias Eaton." A single tear falls down my cheek as I say his name. I didn't know I could feel any worse than I do right now. The guilt of betrayal as I say his name. I know I shouldn't feel it, not after that letter…
"That son of a-" My father spits out. He stands up from the couch, moving towards the kitchen.
"Dad? Dad, what are you going to do?" I yell, letting more tears spill from my eyes. I hear his voice on the phone asking for Marcus Eaton. Oh god, no. no. no. This can't be happening. I haven't even told Tobias.
"You're pregnant? You let someone touch you? That's disgusting. What the hell is wrong with you? You're 17 and pregnant!" Caleb yells from the stairs. My mother yells at him to go to his room. Instead, he dismisses her demands, walking down and out the front door, slamming it as he leaves. I hear my father on the verge of losing it once again on the phone. Just as another round of sickness hits my stomach. I cover my mouth, trying to breathe through the nausea. I really didn't think this night could get any worse.
I stare at the group of faces all in shock with their mouths wide open and their eyes to match. I have been hiding the truth from them all for as long as I could. Trying to wear baggy clothes and dodging certain outings. Making up excuses like I'm working at the shelter or something. But with my already small figure I can't hold off not telling them any longer.
It's been a month since my family, and I found out about my pregnancy. I'm just a few days away from hitting my second trimester. Already I have grown out of everything I have in my closet and my mother's. She plans to take me shopping next week for new clothes.
"Wait a minute." Shauna says, her voice breaking midway.
"But you have to have sex in order to get pregnant." Uriah chimes in, stating the obvious.
"Well, she obviously has." Marlene pinpoints. I can see her hand twitching to smack the back of his head for the seventh time today.
"Wait. What? What am I missing here?" Zeke asks, confused as ever. "Who have you been doing the deed with? His eyes are boring into mine just as deep as my parents did the day I told them. I take a deep breath, preparing myself for the mental exhaustion that will surely follow this long conversation I'm about to have.
"Four," I blurt out. I stopped feeling guilty about saying his name about two weeks ago. He left me, for better or for worse. It was his choice.. So this is my choice on what I have to do to deal with this. The room breaks off into complete chaos as thousands of questions are thrown my way. It's hard to make out anything as they are being blurted and yelled out in my direction. I hold both of my hands up in both defense and to signal them to all slow down.
"Where is he? Where's Four? Why has his phone been disconnected? Why did he just disappear…No one has heard from him in weeks… and now you're saying you are pregnant." Zeke spits out. He shakes his head from side to side, obviously angry with his supposedly best friend. His hands rest on his hips as he begins to pace the room back and forth. The room goes quiet, as Zeke processes this.
"I'm not sure," I answer, honestly. Because I don't know. His letters never said and Marcus has never told my father.
"So that's it. How the hell do we know if he isn't dead somewhere? Or something?" Zeke says, his voice getting more and more louder as he speaks.
"He left me a letter." I explained. "It was his handwriting." I continued. "He left me Zeke and he is not coming back." I glance down, as I wipe the tears from my eyes. I hate that I feel this way. So weak and helpless. It makes me hate Tobias even more. He made me this way.
"I don't believe this." He says, running his hand through his hair, tugging at the ends. It's a habit that he adopted from Four years ago. "Four wouldn't just do this. He wouldn't just… We didn't even know you guys were dating."
"We didn't want anyone to know," I whisper. Zeke finally stopped, turning towards me stunned that not just me, but his best friend would keep such a secret from him. "I was young. He was legally an adult… It was complicated." I tried to explain.
"So he just lied to me. I told him everything." He continues, "He was my boy. Shit."
"Well at least we know he isn't gay." Shauna chimes in, breaking the tension.
"What?" I ask. Why would they say that?
"Yeah. Zeke and I tried to get Four to come out with us on a few dates. We tried different types. You know, blonds, redheads, short and fat…. We even tried a guy or two." Shauna says, laughing at the thought. I admit the thought of Tobias out with both Zeke, Shaua and some random guy around his age does bring a little laughter to the room.
"See even gay, I would have gladly taken him. He didn't have to keep shit from me." Zeke says, his breathing finally calming down.
"He didn't know I was pregnant. I found out after he left," I say, getting back to the topic at hand. For some reason, I don't want Zeke to think so badly of Tobias. He did leave, he did lie, but he didn't know about the baby.
"Have you tried his pops?" Uriah asks.
"My father has spoken to Marcus to help. He is asking for a DNA test to be done before he even considers financial responsibilities. But that's as far as that conversation has gone," I explained.
"Has he told Four?" Zeke asks. I shake my head from side to side, I don't know the answer to that. "There has to be a way to find him."
"How? His phone has been disconnected and his email has been deleted…. I don't know where he is. Not to mention he doesn't want anything to do with me. He left me." I remind them. My mind is still replaying the words in that letter. A part of me can't help but think about why I would want him around if he doesn't want to be.
"Well, I'll be here for you. I got your back girl." Christina says, wrapping her arm around my shoulders.
"Yeah girl, we got your back." Uriah continues, "just don't lie to us ever again, okay." He smiles. I look at each and every one of my friends' faces knowing without a shadow of a doubt how blessed I truly am to have them. I may not have a father for my baby, but I have a whole army of friends around me instead.
A/N
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Revised by: FDFobsessed
Like always, happy reading everyone, be safe, and stay healthy,
Trini
