Intruder Inside My Soul (EDITED)

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"Will you stop that? I am capable of doing this myself," I complained.

"Shut up and take it," Alex growled at me.

"Just give me that damn spoon or I'll stab you with it," I threatened.

"It's plastic." He rolled his eyes.

"In my arms anything can become a weapon." I narrowed my eyes.

"Fine, you little brat." Alex finally gave me the spoon, and I was able to eat myself. Since I woke up, dad and Alex had treated me like a baby. It's been almost a day.

They explained what had happened after Greg drove off the bridge. All of those events were just insane. I couldn't believe I had gone through all of that.

I was glad to get out of it, not just alive, but also basically unscratched, considering that Mike had died. I felt kind of sad. He hadn't really done anything that bad to me, but he also didn't help me when Greg abused me.

After that talk, Dr. Rakel came to check on me. He was really glad to see me awake and doing well. I had not suffered serious injuries. Just some scratches and hits. The worst one on my head. There I needed 3 stitches. I didn't even have a concussion.

I was feeling over all good. The only thing I needed help with was getting to the bathroom. Thank god they took out that damn catheter from my pee hole. All I had to do was promise to drink a lot of fluid. My family took it in their hands and made me drink every 10 minutes. I am grateful for them, but to be honest, it's getting on my nerves, hence the little argument with Alex.

"Hello Amabel. How are you feeling this morning?" Dr. Rakel came into the room.

"Great. I'm ready to party," I laughed and did a little dance in my bed, but then groaned. I still felt weak and sore.

"Don't do that. Your body needs a rest," Dr. Rakel scolded me.

"Sorry, I was just joking around," I smiled cheekily.

"I'll forgive you if you call me Travis. It's not like we are strangers," he pointed out. It was true. I had known him since childhood, though we had never really talked, as he was a little older than me.

"Just stop," Alex interrupted by groaning out loud.

I glared at him.

"Alright, let's get to the point, because I actually came here to talk to you about something very important." Doctor Travis said.

"Oh? What is it?" I wondered.

"Doc, could I have a word with you first?" My dad looked at Travis weirdly, who nodded in response.

"What was that about?" I wondered out loud.

"Here, drink your water." Alex gave me the bottle.

I rolled my eyes, but still took the bottle and drank.

"Alex?" I asked.

"Hm?" He looked at me.

"Will you call Tyler? Last time we spoke, I said some things that I would like to talk about with him." I said. That made Alex tense up.

"I'll do that, but a little later, ok?" He said.

"Fine." I sighed. I didn't have my phone, so I guess I'll just have to wait.

Then my dad came back in, but without Travis.

"Where did the doctor go?" I wondered. He had something to discuss with me.

"He had an emergency to attend to," dad explained.

"Oh. Well, he didn't happen to say when I would be able to go home, did he?" I asked hopefully.

I had never liked hospitals. They gave me chills.

"Not in the next few days, for sure. Your body is still weak, and it's safer to have doctors around if anything happens." Dad explained.

"What could happen? Come on, dad, could you speak with dr. Travis? I would rest at home better than here," I complained.

"It's not just you we worry about," he said.

"What?" I was confused. What did he mean by that?

"Amy, there is something we need to talk about." Dad sighed. He and Alex had gotten really serious. What was going on? They were acting weird.

"Well? What is it? Just spit it out." I was getting frustrated. Plus, I started to need to go to the bathroom, but first I wanted to know what was going on.

"Baby, when we brought you here, doctors did some tests. They did blood work. Um..." Dad started to talk, but then stopped as if not knowing how to say whatever he was going to say.

I was getting scared. Was I sick?

"Dad?" I took his hand.

"Baby, you are pregnant." Say what now?

I started to laugh. That was the only reaction I could get out of myself. So I laughed and laughed until I started to cry. I just couldn't comprehend the thought. Dad hugged me, while Alex just sat in his chair looking at me, knowing there was nothing he could do.

"Pregnant?" I whispered after my freak-out calmed down.

"Yes. Dr. Rakel said you are 3 weeks pregnant." Dad confirmed.

"Oh, my God." I was in shock. I was pregnant and going to be a mom. Holly shit.

"But... I'm not ready. I can't have a kid. I'm fucked up. I don't know anything about being a mom." I started to panic.

"Hey, hey. Look at me." Dad pulled my chin up, so I would look at him. "You could never be a bad mom, because you are an incredible person." He comforted me.

"Yeah. Besides, uncle Alex will be there to help. The kid will be so fucking spoiled, but not like other brats. He'll be cool." Alex smiled, fantasizing about the future.

He made me feel a little better.

"You see? You won't be alone. We and the whole gang will be there to help. I'm sure Martha will be ecstatic to help you out with motherly advises." Dad cleaned my tears with his palms.

Oh my God, Tyler. He was the father. What would he say? Would he be mad? Maybe he'd want me to do an abortion? How am I going to tell him about the pregnancy? That is, if he already didn't know. The thought made me pale.

"Does Tyler know?" I asked in a trembling voice.

"So, that son-of-a-bitch is the father." Alex growled. He didn't seem too happy about that.

"No baby. Just you, me, Alex and Dr. Travis know. I thought you'd like to tell him yourself." Dad said.

"I don't think I'm ready for that just yet. I have to come to terms with this myself first." And I was scared to say anything.

"We understand. That's why we haven't told him anything. But he'll be here tomorrow. I called him this morning to inform that you're awake. He wanted to come, but I said you needed a rest. I just thought you'd like time to collect your thoughts after the big news." Dad explained. I was grateful for his thoughtfulness.

"Thank you, dad, for everything. I love you so much." I hugged him tightly.

"I love you too, honey." He hugged me back and then kiss my head.

"What about me? Don't I deserve a hug for not killing Animus for knocking up my baby sister?" Alex came to me and pulled me into a hug.

"Alex." I groaned while dad said his name in a warning manner.

"What?" My twin asked innocently.

God, I loved my family so much.