Isabella's POV
I wake up in my bed in L.A.
"What the hell?" I mumbled.
Where's my dad? I got up and walked around. Feeling a bit dizzy. I put my hand on my head then walked out of my room. I hear voices. I stop.
"What are we gonna do? She gonna know that we lied." I heard Mark ask.
I walked out of my room very quietly then sat by the edge of the stairs and saw everyone. My dad, Mark, Carly, Faith, Mingus, and Jackson. Dad sighs.
"I don't even know. Sh only 14, Mark." Dad says.
He nods in understanding.
"I know Norman. But what do you wanna do? You have power of what she can and can't do." Carly explains.
Dad sighs again. He puts His hands on his face.
"We have the paper work." Someone else says.
I don't know their voice. I had a puzzled look on my face. Its a girl cop. Why is a cop here?
"Hi I'm officer Jones. Mark called for me?" She says.
Marl stands up.
"That's me." He says.
She nods then pulls up a chair, Mark sits down. She looks at everyone.
"Who's the father of Isabella?" She ask.
Dad raises his hand slightly. Then she nods.
"Her mother?"
"We don't really talk to her." Dad says.
She nods again.
"Okay. So we're here to talk about Clayton and Isabella's baby?"
My eyes went wide. No no....I thought that was just a dream. No.... Tears wanted to came down my face. For the first time in a long time I let them. Dad....dad said he wasn't mine. I got up and ran to my room. I slammed the door. I jump on my bed and cried.Jackson's POV
Bella has a baby? What? My head spins as I listen to everyone but then out of the blue a door slammed. We jump from fear.
"Was that Isabella?" Jones ask.
Norman nods but shrugs slightly.
"I think so..."
He stands up.
"I should check on her." He says and starts walking. Jones stands up and stops him. Norman glares at her.
"She my kid." He snarls.
Sh nods in understanding.
"I know but maybe Jackson should check on her."
He glares/gives her a puzzled look.
"Why?" He snarls.
"'Aren't they dating?" She ask.
Norman shrugged. Before could he say anything. I said it.
"Yes..." I say.
She nods.
"Go Jackson." She says.
I nod fastly then walked up to Isabella's room. I knocked before I walked in.
"Isabella?"
Her room black. Her curtains were shut. I saw Isabella on her bed. She looks pass out. I walked up to her and shook her lightly.
"Bella." I whisper.
I can tell she hears me. She turns slightly.
"Go away." She mumbles.
I shake my head 'no'. Then I lay next to her. I pull her close. She leans up against me. Then sighs.
"Bella...you never told me you had a baby."
She pushes me away and sits up. She looks at me.
"For one that's one of your business. Two I didn't know. Three get the hell out of my room." She growls.
I look at her shocked.
"Bella please don't shut me out. Please bella...please."
She sits far from me. Then lays slightly back down. She looks at me. Tears look like their ready to fall. I pull her close again. I kiss her head. She sighs again.
"Take a nap....you need rest Bella. We can figure this out later." I told her.
She nods then closes her eyes.Few hours later, Isabella's POV
I wake up. I'm in Jackson's arms. I smile slightly at him and shake him lightly.
"Jackson." I whisper in his ear.
His eyes open and he stares at men he moves some of my hair behind my ear and smiles.
"Beautiful." He mutters.
I blush and smile. A real one...
"We have to go down stairs." I sighed.
He nods then jumps out of bed. He looks at me and grabs my hand. He smiles and we walk out of my room.We walk in the kitchen to see everyone sitting. Dad gets up and hugs me tight. I hug him back.
"I'm sorry sweetheart. I'm so sorry." He whispers.
"Don't be dad. It's fine I understand." I said.
He nods then he makes me sit by him. Jackson sits next to me. He grand my hand. I hold his. I took a deep breath. After this talk...nothing will be the same.
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No one loves me and no one ever will. (Norman Reedus daughter)
Fanfiction( A Norman Reedus daughter book.) Hi I'm Isabella O'Connor, I'm 14. My family is an okay family. But I know they don't love me as there own but they do take care of me as there own. We're not famous or rich or anything. Just an no...