Love at First Light

14.

Jade's POV:

He indeed didn't leave last night. In fact, he slept in my bed with me. I woke up at 9am to feel the meal I ate last night, coming back up.

I removed Dallas' from my stomach and tan to the bathroom and emptied the contents of my stomach. After seconds of doing that, I felt my hair being lifted from my shoulders.

"How long have you been sick, Jade?"

"I've been nauseous for about 2 weeks now."

His eyes widen. I leaned my back again against the bathtub before he finally said "we're going to the west side ER."

"No."

"Yup."

"But I don't wanna get up." I poured. He shrugged before saying "I'll change your clothes then." And walking out of the room.

I groaned and slid down until I was fully laying in the floor. He walked in and took my underwear off and put on a pair of biker shorts. He threw a loose tank top over my head before putting him some jeans, a tshirt, and leather jacket on.

He picked me up and forcefully put me in the run down car and took me all the way to the soc hospital.

It was about a 45 minute drive so I decided to go to sleep to keep from puking everywhere.

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Dallas woke me up and I looked around to see white walls and everything you'd find in a hospital. "How'd I get inside?"

"I carried you. The doctor will be in her in a second."

I nodded as a knock sounded on the door.

"Hello, I'm doctor Walsh. Could you tel me what the problem is today?"

"I've been nauseous for the past 2 weeks."

He wrote it down on his notepad. "Have you had tender breast, cravings, or mood swings?"

I nodded to each of them. He rolled his stupid chair over to me and began feeling my stomach.

"Hmm. Your stomach is very firm and it seems bloated. Have you missed your monthly period, by any chance?"

My brows furrowed in confusion. I thought for a moment before slowly nodding. What's he getting at?"

"Could you please go into the bathroom and use the restroom in this small cup. I'll be back in a few moments." I slowly nod once again before taking the cup and going to the bathroom across the hall.

I use the small cup and go back into the room. "Why was he asking all those questions?"

He was looking kind of panicked while I had zero clue what was going on. The only thing I'm educated on when it comes to health is cancer. Gosh, don't let me have cancer, I can't afford it.

The door opened again and dr Walsh came in. He opened 2 things from a little back age, put it in my piss for 5 seconds each and then sat then on the table.

"What are those?"

"These are pregnancy test, Miss Jade."

My eyes widened in shock as the room was silent. That's why Dallas is freaking out.

We were silent for a few minutes before a timer beeped and Walsh looked at the tests. "Congratulations Ms Jade, you're pregnant."

He moved one of the machines in the room closer to me and told me to lay down. I complied, still in major shock.

How? I took plan b, Dallas pulled out, we took every precaution. He pulled my shorts down my shirt up and rubbed some cold jelly on my stomach and looked at the screen while moving a stick on my stomach.

"This little dot is your baby. It seems that you're about 7 weeks along. Next week will be your 2nd month."

Multiple pictures printed from the machine and he slipped that, the 2 tests, and a pamphlet into a big envelope and wrote his number on it before handing it to me.

He was in total shock as well.

"You're free to leave. Have a good day and congratulations."

We got up and left, both still in shock. As we were walking, I bumped into someone's body causing me to fall on my ass and drop the envelope and then to turn around.

I looked up at the man as he picked up the envelope to see my father. When he saw the word 'pregnant!' On the from his face turned to scowl.

"So you let some greaser knock you up." I picked myself up but as soon as I stood, he punched me into a closet.

"So you won't let a decent soc touch you in any way but you'll spread your legs for a fucking nasty greaser? What is wrong with you?!"

"Fuck off, father" I spat the words like they were the most vile thing ever. And they kinda felt like it.

My face turned to the side as a stinging pain fell on my cheek. I immediately put my hands over my stomach, knowing that's the place he'll try to injure next.

And I was right. I hunched over as he punched my hands causing them to pop harshly. Before he could react, I brought my fist up and punched him as hard as I could in the closet.

Pulling my switch blade from my hair, I held it to his throat. "Insult my child again and you'll never see the light of day again. Try to harm my child again, and the last thing you'll see is a gun in my hand with a smile on my face."

A smirk placed itself on my face as I punched the pressure point on his neck causing him to faint.

My knuckles were split and now bruised and bleeding from punching him in the face. My I felt as though I'd throw up from him punching me in the stomach.

I ran out of the closet, shutting the door behind me. Dallas ran to me frantically. "I was looking everywhere for you, what happened? Your knuckles are bleeding and your face is red."

"I'm fine. Come on, we need to talk."

He nods slowly as we walked to the car.

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I have so many plans for this story I just have major writers block, especially for his story so please bare with me. There will HOPEFULLY be about 25-30 chaps in this story unless I change my mind.

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