In your arms

Chapter 22: News is out

Riley's POV:

"Princess come on, we have a interview to do" Alfie calls out from the door to the bedroom I nod slightly at him before he closes the door again. "Sorry Steph... I better go do that" I sigh before pulling her in for a hug. He accepts the hug and tells me to go. She soon ends up following which then leads to her being told to go home. We start walking and Steph rolls her eyes and still follows us down the stairs and through the castle to the garden.

"Sorry we were just dealing with a small dress situation" he apologises blankly to the camera crew. We stand in front of a white marble fountain as he answers all the questions, no matter if they were directed at me or him. I just stood there silently while putting in all my energy into the fake smile plastered on my face.

As the topic of questions falls onto the dreaded wedding my head starts to spin. Thoughts return and suffocate me in my own mind. Questions and accusations spiral and form a tornado. After talking to James the guilt has fully consumed me leaving me numb inside and out, The pain was so unbearable that I no longer feel it mentally or physically, the pain I saw filling him was to much to bare and this was the final straw. I feel like I've caused all this by not being truthful to the people around me.  I mean, if I had told someone would they of helped me? Would they of been mad at me? Would they question if it was a joke? Or would Alfie follow through with what he said about hurting James?

As the question rush around I loose me barring and my vision blurs until I completely black out. I feel a pain against the back of my head until I fully pass out.

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I wake up to the chatter that surrounds me. All the unfamiliar voices are muffled and I can only work out a bit of the conversation as I mainly focus on the pain in the back of my head that starts to grow more and more unbearable. I open my eyes as wide as i can but I end up looking through I slit. I see white bare walls with posters dotted around. I'm sat in a hospital bed and hooked up to multiple machines, one being a heart rate monitor, my eyes fall closed again as I picture myself In a different surrounding. I then try bring my mind back to the event that had lead me to this causing me to then wake up fully.

As soon as I open my eyes to an extent where I can only see what's in front of me I see three grown adults who I barely recognise and Alfie who's specking to a doctor in the corner. They quickly look over at me and start fanning over me and asking if I'm ok and if I need anything, which is followed by the doctor seeing how much pain I'm in, I try collect words together but soon fail so I reply with a nod and lay my head onto the pillow as I look up to the titled celling. I decide to listen in on their conversations a little.

"When will she be aloud home?" I hear a voice ask from beside me. I'm assuming it's Alfies mum but 8 can't really remember all to much. "She'll be aloud out soon, we just need to take a few tests to make sure she's stable" the doctor reply's and I can hear paper being rustled about. I get bored of staring up at the celling and instead close my eyes and try drift off into my own mind.

I can't recall on what caused me to end up here but I must have banged my head some how because my memory seems to be blank. I search and search but there's nothing there. I can't remember much up till a week ago, but even then it's still a blurry vision.

I wait a while and slowly but surely a little piece of my life returned to me. I had to be woken up so the doctors could run tests and I was now back in my room sat up slightly while questions are being thrown around like a game of dodgeball.

"Aw you poor thing" a unfamiliar voice whispers across the room. I don't mean to seem rude but I ignore most of their comments and questions simply because I barely know them. I don't understand the fact that they have only known me for what, a week? And there acting as if there family. Like don't get me wrong I appreciate it, but I would much rather having my actual family in the room with me.

I would kill to have my mum and dad stood in the back of the room with Em while I had Deborah asking a million questions, that I would soon get tired of. And to have piper and Lucy sat in chairs as piper talks about the latest gossip. And to have James sat beside the bed holding my hand in his while talking to the doctors that pop in and out. To have people who I love around me in these sort of situations seems so far away. It seems like it's a dream you hope for instead of expect. I never would of thought these small moments would be what play on my mind constantly.

I feel a tear slowly falling down my cheek at the thought causing more questions to be thrown my way. But I sit up in my bed and turn my head to face the opposite way. I just wish that I had my family here. There being sweet by trying but it's no use.

They soon leave while getting pushed out by the doctor but Alfie stays, at the moment I'm pretty sure my memories returned completely, and out of everyone he's the last person I want there. He's the reason I'm in the mess, he's the one who pushed me around. The way he acts like he cares around others makes my blood boil. If only they knew what he's really like. He try's to grab my hand as the doctor walks in but I pull away and cross my arms.

"Miss Raymond, we've ran through the tests and everything seems to be ok..." the doctor starts off. You can tell by the tone in his voice that he has more to say. I just hope it's not bad.
"But there is one test that came back a little weird and once we checked it out we found out that..." he looks down at the clipboard in his hands and I feel my mind click. Shit. I barely now anything about this subject but I do know that some tests can detect pregnancies. I chew on my lip as the words fall out of his mouth.

"Your pregnant"

I try act as shocked as I can. I don't want them to know I knew. I look over at Alfie and his jaw drops completely. "I guess you didn't know?" The doctor takes in our reaction and runs his hand through his hair. I see Alfie shake his head before looking at me. I shake my head to before Alfie asks the doctor questions to make sure that it's not a false reading. He tells us it's 95% accurate and that I am pregnant and in my head I've known that for a while so the test seems to work.

"I'll leave you guys alone, and you are free to leave when your ready Riley. Just wait until the pains gone and you should be good to go" the doctor says before leaving the room. I push myself up in the bed because at some point I must have fallen. Alfie looks at me and it seems to be a expression of joy plaster on his face. I don't think he's the smartest person because I'm pretty sure it's pretty obvious it's not his child. Although maybe it's for show I don't really  know if it's for show or not.

I think in the end he settles for being happy about it which feels me with relief that he hasn't worked it out. And I'm hoping that this baby is patient and I'll be able to have him or her in Canada, that is if James's plan works.