guarding my angel || "guardian angel" sequel

9

**Bailey's POV**

I'm woken by Two-Bit clanging around in the kitchen. I sit up and run my hand through my hair.

You have to tell him, Bailey. You can't just come home with a baby one afternoon and expect him to welcome it with open arms.

I stand up and make sure my stomach is sufficiently covered. I sit down and Two-Bit sits across from me. We eat spaghetti and garlic bread.

"How was your day, honey?" I ask.

"It was alright," he says simply. I try to deepen the conversation.

"So, I've been doing some thinking. I know how much you adore Aliyah, and I was wondering if maybe you wanted to have one of our own sometime."

"Bailey, I'd love to, but we just can't make it work anytime soon," he says without looking up from his food. My heart drops.

"Okay, but you know sometimes we don't really get to choose when that kind of stuff happens.."

Two-Bit drops his fork and his eyes grow wide as he starts to figure out what I'm saying.

"YOU'RE PREGNANT?!" He stands up as he yells, which causes the table to come shooting towards me and hit my stomach. My first thought is my child, my second is how I've never seen him like this before.

"Bailey, we can barely make ends meet right now, how could we with a baby?!" he yells. My heart breaks into a million pieces.

"So what are you saying?" I cry. "I can't just make it disappear!"

"Then either get an abortion or get the hell out!" he demands. My mouth drops in disbelief.

"You wouldn't..." I say with a quiet voice. He simply nods, his lips pressed together in anger.

I don't even think about a choice - I run to our room so fast it's insane. I grab an old backpack and fill it with clothes and bathroom necessities. I hear Two-Bit coming upstairs, so I climb out the window and run.

I run all the way through town - through every back road and alley to avoid being seen - until I reach the train station. I remember the old church on top of Jay Mountain, so I hop on the train and ride. I can hide there until I have a better plan.

After the train pulls to a stop near the mountain, I get out and walk for a good 2 hours before I find the old, burnt church. It's nearly unrecognizable compared to the last time I was here. I go inside and sit on an old bench that somehow survived the fire, pulling my knees to my chest. And for the first time in months, I cry because of regular emotions, and not pregnancy ones.

I'm a single, 17-year-old mother who doesn't have a job, a house, or a boyfriend.

I cry more and lay on my side, ash staining my skin. I'm afraid my tears are going to break the bench they're so heavy.

I cry for a while before sitting up and removing my sweatshirt to use as a pillow. Laying on my back, I make myself comfortable and try and fall asleep, but all I end up doing is making myself more upset.