The Host Guy

48th Chapter

I'm glad to be safe now, I felt so alone there, like everything was about to end but right now I would rather be there just for a few seconds instead of hopping into the hospital, because I sure don't want to hear the doctors saying that I'm pregnant.

"Baby, what is it?" Happiness filled my body when I heard him calling me baby, I missed that, I missed these little things that could mean nothing to so many people but that for me it meant a lot now. Hearing him calling me baby, was just so good, it was comforting.

"Nothing, don't worry." I turned my head to him and shot him a fake smile. I hate to lie but I don't want him to stress out more than he has already.

I crossed my fingers and I was praying not to be pregnant, I can't be. I want to finish high school, I want to go to University and be successful, after that I will think about having kids but right now it's not the right time for that, I'm 16, and if I am pregnant I will have to abort or give my baby for adoption.

"Emily Jackson?" I heard a raspy male voice calling for me. I was shivering, I couldn't even say a word.

"It's me." I answered, and when I was about to get up from my sit, Harry whispered in my ear. "I know you are scared of something, but everything's gonna be alright. I promise you."

"Follow me." The doctor ordered me. I planted a kiss on Harry's cheek and then I stood up and follow him back to the doctor's office.

Everything's gonna be alright.

"How are you Emily?" The doctor asked me as we entered in the cold room. How am I? To be honest, I'm sad, mad, desperate, disgusted, lost, hurt, upset, and with an enormous pain in my chest, but that's all because I am not proud at all of myself, I'm relieved though.

"I'm fine."

At least I'm better than I was yesterday or the day before, or last week, or last month or year, whatever, I was free from Colton, so I don't think I have the right not to be fine.

"Good. Are you prepared to do the exams and all that stuff? I need to see if everything it's okay with you. Just by looking at you, I know you aren't and I'm concerned about your health, Emily." He said looking deep into my eyes.

The worse scenario after the hell I have been through was obviously this, and I knew he was right.

"Yeah." I nod.

I have been so scared in my life, I have had so many drama and horror, this is nothing compared to that, but still, here I am, looking at the ceiling, trembling while I am biting my nails. I don't think I'm frightened, I'm just not prepared yet to know what it's happening to me.

One hour later, everything was done, the check out, exams, everything that I can imagine and now I'm laying on this metal hospital bed, impatiently waiting for answers. The doctor said he would come within ten minutes, and it has been half an hour already. I don't think I should be preoccupied, doctors have a busy day every day, he probably just had to do something first, before telling me the results.

I wonder how my life is going to be now, am I finally gonna go to that chapter of my life where happiness starts and I live happily ever after? Or is my life some sort of evil book? I guess no one knows, and its better that way than knowing the future. I just hope I have a bright future ahead of me.

I hear the door knob, he finally came. He walked in, stand in front of me for a few minutes, and then he walked in circles while reading what I supposed that it's my results.

"Mmm. I knew it."

"What is it? Please, tell me."

"Wait a minute."

"More waiting? Just tell me, this sucks. Try to be in my place, doc."

"Let me just go get your parents."

And for 5 minutes of waiting, I felt my world tearing apart without knowing what to do. I felt weak, I mean, I have been feeling weak ever since this Colton thing happened. My parents came in the room, sat by my side and then they hold my hands.

"Emily, have you been eating well?"

"Not really. There was few things to eat back there, but I was never hungry and sometimes I passed days without even eating."

"Emily, don't be afraid, okay?"

"I'm not, just tell me!"

"Have you had your period in the last couple of months?"

"No." I was about to start crying, I cannot believe this is happening.

"What do you mean?" My father asked, he was afraid, he didn't want to believe that I was possibly  pregnant.

"Please tell us, is our daughter pregnant or sick?" My mother asked.

"I am really sorry to tell you this but Emily is not pregnant, she has anorexia nervosa."

"Oh my god." My parents hugged me, and I stayed there, speechless, and thinking that I would rather have a baby on my belly.

"She has been in traumatic events like rape as well as stressful things and that leaded to the onset of anorexia. She is in a depression and has anxiety, which doesn't help. She does not have anorexia because she wanted to lose weight but because of all the stress and things she has been trough. Emily will need therapy to get better and she needs to stay in the hospital until she has the right weight for a girl at her age and height." The doctor told us and smirked. "She is gonna be fine, she will get better with time, I promise that to you."

"Oh my baby." My mom said between sobs while she wrapped her arms around me, I loved her hugs, they were always so tight, and I felt loved. I missed this.

"I wish I could kill that bastard, oh Em."

GUYS I KNOW I SAID THAT THIS WAS GONNA BE THE LAST CHAPTER BUT IM GONNA POST 2 MORE BECAUSE I WANNA HAVE 50 CHAPTERS IN THE STORY!!!! I LOVE YOU ALLLLLLLL SO MUCH