I stared at the test.

Why?

Me?

Now?

Is this possible?

No. It couldn't be.

He left me yesterday. My birthday was three days ago. He and I got lost in eachother and now, this happened. He is frickin gone. And I am pregnant.

My hand flew to my stomach. Hard. It was as hard as marble. Just like his skin. I felt a nudge. It was hard, but it pressed firmly against my stomach.

I loved it. He told me that he would leave my life forever. He won't leave a trace. But he did. And I would have it forward, and forever.

If I was going to survive this, I was unsure. If this baby was going to survive, also to be determined. But if I get miraculously turned, and this baby survives. I would find Edward.

Even if he didn't love me, he deserved to know that he has a child. And I love him, and I deserve to know the true reason he left me.

I stood up and tucked the test into my waistline. Charlie didn't need to find out about this. He would flip, and after everything I had put him through that last few months that I had lived here in forks, or in the last three days, I had no doubt that it would give him a heart attack.

I studied myself in the mirror. I rubbed my stomach clockwise rather than counter clockwise. I had a bump, it only stuck out a little but it still would be noticeable in at least a week. I then pulled up my baggy shirt, it hid my bump easily, I should wear this for now. I pulled my sweats down so they sat on my hips. My bump was perfectly round, and white, like his skin.

I imagined our baby in there, it looked like him but with my nose and eyes. I stiffed my sob. At this moment my life priorities changed. I would carry this baby, birth it and change into a vampire. Than I would look everywhere. Never stoping.

I decided that I wasn't hungry so I wrote Charlie a note saying I went to bed. I searched my closet for a baggy sweater and slipped it on. I didn't bother putting on pants, they would just bug me. I slid into me, placing a pillow where Edward usually laid.

••••••••••

I awoke to the rare sunshine dancing across my walls. I sat up immediately needing to use the washroom.

As I entered, I caught my looks in the mirror. Even though I had an okay night's sleep, I had faded purple circles around my eyes. They were starting to look hollowed in. I looked dead.

I gasped silently at my appearance. My own baby was killing me! I rubbed my belly and showered. I let the water dance off my stomach now looking slightly rounder. I pressed my hands on my granite stomach, in a heart shape, and smiled.

I stepped out and dried myself with a towel. I ran my hands through my hair leaving it wet. I slipped on my NYU sweater, a gift from Alice, Edward must've not known of. I slipped on skinny jeans, only to find they did not fit. I found the sweatpants that I wore before bed and slipped them on.

I walked downstairs, and saw Charlie at the table sipping a beer. I looked at him conspicuously.

"Is it not a little early to be drinking a beer, Dad?" I asked him, I realized how monatone my voice sounded.

"It's two thirty in the afternoon , Bells," Charlie told me. I glanced at the clock. Two thirty indeed. "You okay Bella? You look...dead," He chose his words carefully.

"I feel amazing dad, just peachy," I muttered under my breath. This somehow ticked me off. Why was he pressing on me like this?

"Bella," He stared but I glared at him, "..Bells… I am going to send you to Jacksonville. You are not doing to well here, and I think it will be good for you to spend some time with your mom?" Charlie looked away.

My heartrate pulsed. I couldn't leave. Not now. "I'm not going, no! You can't make me," I yelled. I began pacing. If I was sent to Jacksonville, I wouldn't get away like I needed to. "I'm leaving, ok! I can't stay here either. It's…it's too painful," I told him. I wasn't lying, it was the truth. Edward and I fell in love here, in this house, in my own bedroom.

"Bella, no please, stay! Stay here in forks. Forget him, you are better without him," Charlie pleaded over and over. As if I could move on, I was pregnant with his fricken kid. I snarled and rolled my eyes.

"Gee dad," I told him sarcastically, "It would be hard to do when I have to look into the face of his child," Charlie's eyes bulged out of his head. He began stuttering.

"Pregnant?" He muttered. I stormed upstairs, and began packing the essentials. "Bella, talk to me," he banged on the door. I wanted to yell no at him, but decided against it. "Bella open this door NOW!" Charlie barked.

I opened the door and shoved past him towards the bathroom. "Why! I know you won't let me keep this baby! Mom won't support me, and I know you won't," I got up in his face. "So please let me keep this one piece of him!" I shoved past him once again and threw my stuff in a duffel bag.

"Bella! You are ruining your life! Go to school, get an education. Do something other than become a mother and eighteen! Don't make the same mistake your mother and I did." I stared at him dumbfounded. Mistake?

"Are you saying I am a mistake?" I whispered glowering at him. Charlie dropped the hand he tried reaching towards me. I grabbed my bag and hustled down the stairs and threw my bag in the truck. "If I was such a mistake," I hissed. "I'll just get pit of your hair," I turned on the truck's thunderous engine and back out of the driveway. "Bella, you need to move on, he was just a boyfriend. You can find someone else,"

"Dad, he's the father of my baby!" I screeched at him without thinking. "I will not forget him. And I guess, unlike me, HE WAS NOT A MISTAKE!" I was crying, and it was hard. My eyes were so sore from all the crying I had done over Edward. The chances I would find seven vampires that didn't want to be found were slim. But I was determined to try, for our baby.

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