Graceful| Grace Helbig-Sequel #Wattys2017

Chapter 8

Grace's P.O.V
I still can't believe that my 15 year old daughter and me are both pregnant by the same man. I have booked us both a doctors appointment, to see how far along we both are and to see how the babies are doing. I have also made the appointment to go and see the headmaster of Hartley's school. I am hoping he will let her stay till she is at least 6 months 7 at a push.

"Hartley, get up its time to go to school." I shout while opening up the floral curtains, then pulling the blanket off of Hartley's body.

"I'm coming into school with you today, and talking to your headmaster about you know." I say discreetly, so she doesn't feel so awkward.

"That's fine." She whispers as she wakes up.

"Better hurry up and get dressed you slept in late. I let you do that so I can drop you off at school and your dad won't notice." I say kissing her on the nose.

As I say that she gets up and starts getting dressed. I start heading downstairs, to make her her usual breakfast. I create pancakes and hope the smell doesn't put her or me off. I hadn't forgot about my pregnancy just don't want to think about it, or for Chester to find out. He would probably think that I am replacing Aida even though I'm not. Hart was down as quick as a flash. Knowing that she had to be a school fairly soon.

"You feeling ok? Do you reckon you can eat those pancakes I made ya?" I question.

"I should be fine mom." Hartley answers.

"Ok if you are sure." I exclaim.

She scoff them down, the smell of the pancakes and coffee is not going down very well for me, Hartley is still ok.  I feel vomit rising from my stomach and burning my throat on the way up. I start gagging and then rush to the restroom where I then vomit into a toilet. Hartley appears from behind me and holds my hair back, she also brings a glass of water for me to wash my mouth out.

"Right lets get you to school." I say wiping my mouth and then swishing a bit of water in my mouth the spitting it out.

"Ok!" Hart says plainly while putting her backpack on her back and then making her way to the car.

"Just taking Hartley to school, she slept in." I say walking up the stairs to Chester who is at the top of the stairs.

"Ok, now you tell her from me that if she tells anybody at school then she will get it worse next time." Chester says grabbing my arms and then pulling me into him by my hair to kiss him.

"Chester, please let go of me you are hurting me." I say pulling away from him.

"I'm not doing anything!" She whispers back.

"CHESTER LET GO! PLEASE PLEASE LET GO YOUR HURTING ME!" I scream.

Then all of a sudden, I start seeing the end of the stairs in sight. Bashing my head and stomach on the way down, I fall down the stairs. Just by a little push and I am down the stairs quickly. I hear Chester at the top of the stairs laughing. I pick myself up and brush myself off, to show him that I am strong. I walk to the car and then drive off as fast as possible.

"Mom. Mom are you alright?" Hartley asks, pointing at my now bloody forehead.

"Yeah I'm fine." I reply, wiping away the blood, then wiping the blood on my jeans.

"What happened mom?" Hartley questions.

"He pushed me down the stairs. I...I...I fell on stomach." I explain breaking into tears.

"Mom or will be ok, just get yourself together and let's go and talk to my headmaster." Hartley explains.

We both embrace and then make our way into the school. We head up to the reception.

"I'm here to see Mr Carter, for an appointment." I explain to the receptionist.

"Yep you are here on the list, through here." She says showing me where to go, as Hartley goes off to her lessons.

I go into the room, introduce our selves to the headmaster and sit down.

"So what can I do for you?" Mr Carter asks.

"I just want to talk to you about Hartley. Well, we found out 8 weeks ago that Hartley is... I don't how to say this so I am coming straight out with it but Hartley, My daughter is...pregnant." I explain.

"She got pregnant on serious terms, basically she got raped." I whisper, making sure I done explain too much.

"Ok we take that on account. Are you in contact with the police?" The teacher replies.

"Oh yeah, we are." I lie.

"Ok, what else would you like to talk about?" He questions.

"I was just wondering wether you would keep her in education till she is about 6 months along and if she isn't struggling 7 months. If that is ok. She knows that she will probably get bullied. She just wants to get an education. She is going to come back to school once she gives birth, as I am going to look after the baby when she is here." I explain.

"Yep, that's fine. I will just make sure the teachers won't give her homework so she will be able to look after the little one." The head teacher says.

"Thank you." I say standing up and leaving the room. I make my way back to the car and to Mamrie's house, where Hannah is also. I still appear on YouTube videos but only on other YouTubers videos.

I finally told Mamrie and Hannah about our situation. They have agreed to find us our own house, away from Chester. It's very far, we are thinking on getting moved to England. Mamrie and Hannah said they will also move so we don't feel so alone.

"Thanks so much, Mamrie and you Hannah." I say embracing them.

"Right before I go and pick Hartley up, I'm going to pee, this kid is only 2 months old and it is already pressing on my bladder." I laugh.

I make my way to the restroom. I close the door behind me and lock the door. I pull down my pants and underwear and start peeing. I start wiping and I see violet red blood. All over my hand and over the toilet and Tissue. I just sit there and stare.

"MAMRIE,HANNAH!!!!" I scream without thinking.

"Grace,Grace sweetheart unlock the door for us sweetie." Mamrie says knocking on the door repeatedly.

I stand up and unlock the door, then sit back down quickly, as I continue to bleed.

"What's wro...." Hannah starts to say and then looks at my bloody hand.

"Ok...ok baby lets get you up and get you to the hospital." Mamrie says picking my up, but before she helps me put on a sanitary towel to catch the rest of the blood as I am still in shock.

I feel myself go limp and floppy, as I am carried into Hannah's car by Mamrie.

Mamrie gets into the front seat and starts driving.

"It's ok, it's going to be ok. I promise it's going to be ok. You're going to be ok. The baby is going to be okay. This isn't it, there is more." Hannah says stroking my sweating forehead.

"Hartley, you need to get Hartley, she needs me." I say weakly as my eyes get heavier and heavier and then suddenly close.