I never know why. I only know who. (AU)

Chapter 35

"I know Dad, but John was just a bit upset, you know?" Clara sighed, looking at her Dad who instantly gave in his angry face, his body sighing as he moved towards her.

"Yeah, yeah, I know." Dave mumbled. "Just don't wait for ages until you send me the text saying you'll be late next time." He looked at Clara slowly, watching as she nodded in understanding.

"Seems like everyone is worrying about me at the moment." Clara giggled, dumping her bag down by the door as she made her way past her Dad and into the living room to sit on the sofa. Her Father shortly followed, sitting opposite her on his chair.

"That's because we love you Clara. You and the..." Dave said quietly,. knowing it wouldn't have gone amiss to Clara's hearing.

"I know you care about the baby Dad." Clara mumbled, almost sorrowfully. It didn't hurt her that her father cared for the child, more that she felt guilty how he felt he wasn't allowed to because she was giving him away. "So do I, but I can't be constantly worrying that every tiny thing I do is bad. I need to maintain at least a teeny tiny bit of my life."

She flashed Dave her puppy eyes, pursing her lips and showing off her adorable dimples. He hated when she did that, mostly because he knew there was no way in hell he could ever resist that look. It was the same one her Mother had given when she'd wanted something and he had never been able to say no. Clara had learnt this very quickly as a baby and knew how to yield it to her own advantage.

"Okay, fine, fine." Dave laughed, watching as she pulled away from the expression, standing up suddenly as she laughed. "You're not in trouble anymore."

"Like I ever was." Clara smiled underneath her breath as she walked out of the room and up the stairs to her bedroom.

"I'll pretend I didn't hear that young lady!" Dave shouted at her as she laughed happily.

"Yeah, yeah!" She shouted back down the stairs, the sound of her bedroom door shutting leaving Dave in a peaceful silence.

Clara smiled as she received text after text from John. She could tell he was going to be extremely irritating over the next two weeks, especially since Dinah had decided that he also needed to be grounded and was technically not allowed to leave the house.

That was except to see Clara, which was basically the only person he saw anyway, so it really made little difference at all.

He had now resorted to sending her one word text messages, just to annoy her every time her phone buzzed in her lap and also to not give her any time to reply until he was done. She could practically see his grin on his face from where she was, laughing every time she tried to reply and he interrupted her.

Clara's hand rested on her stomach, her legs cross-legged on the bed. It was one of few many comfy positions left, her bump getting in the way of too many things now.

She was typing a message back to John, when shed felt this strange feeling. She ignored it for a second, trying to figure out what it was her mind was telling her.

She looked down at her phone some more, trying to ignore the feeling until it became too much to divert her attention from.

She placed her phone down on her lap, looking down in between her legs to see a small pool of red on her duvet covers.

Was that...blood? She looked at it for a moment, confused and dazed. She was bleeding. Why was she bleeding?

She stared at it for a moment more before her eyes widened in fear. Shit.

She started panicking, not sure what to do. Did she call John or an ambulance or tell her Dad or...she spent far too long for her liking trying to figure out what to do.