Naturally

Naturally (A Jacob Black Fanfic) -4-

"That's when he slapped you," Taylor finished, since I couldn't. I was too busy sobbing into my lap. "Pretty hard, too. The side of your face is practically black and blue!" Taylor harshly yelled out. I covered my cheek, it was wet, and looked up to her but kept my head low. I thought I covered it up, I spent a whole forty five minutes on make up. I guess I didn't use my water proof make up. I took a few deep breaths and muttered, "What did he do next?" shortly after.

"I don't know, I crawled out of his house and into the woods." He didn't come looking for me, if he did he would've found me, er, caught up with me not even five minutes after. Her knuckled turned while grasping her steering wheel.

"Not even a phone call? A text? Hell, even send one of his friends?" Taylor angrily asked, her eyes glaring at the wet road in front of us.

"It was pretty late at night," I mumbled. I couldn't speak loudly, afraid I'd break into tears again. I'm not a person who wants to weep. I'm always the strong and courageous one. I felt weak and pathetic, and Taylor was only making it worse. Well she was only stating the truth, so I shouldn't be blaming her.

"So after slapping you he just went to sleep? My god, why didn't leave him before?" Taylor asked, using the same tone as before.

"I thought he would stop," I mumbled. I shouldn't have said it.

"He did this before!?" She turned the vehicle into a ditch and stopped it, taking the chance to pull me up and face her. "What the hell is wrong with you? Did he hit you so hard the first time you lost your sense? Out of all the people we know you're the one who ends up the stupid pity party-"

"STOP!" I yelled, I was finally releasing my hidden rage. "I'm not the pity party! I haven't told anyone expect for you! I'm not some attention whore who goes around telling people about her problems. Whatever happened between me and Jacob stayed between me and Jacob, or at least that was my concept. I don't know what the hell that bastard was telling his friends but I never told any of mine what he did, so don't you dare say that!" I tightened my hands in fist but I was not going to raise them. Me, a tiny little thing, compared to a five foot nine girl like Taylor, I had no chance. Even if I did have some fighting back round.

Taylor took a good second to look at me before saying this, "fine. I take it back. I have to ask though, why was this time different? Why are you finally leaving?"

I pressed my hand onto my then flat stomach, "it wasn't just me anymore. I have to consider someone else now." She looked down to where I was staring at then she finally realized what I meant.

"You're pregnant?" She asked, short of breath, moments after an awkward silence. I nodded, what else should've said? That I was sorry and stupid? Stupid, yes. Sorry? No, not ever. My baby may have been unexpected, an accident, but it will never be a mistake. It opened up my eyes, made me see what I denied for so long. I was thankful, not hateful like my mother was in I arrived. I noticed the small grin on her face and realized how close her hands were to her phone.

She was about to pick it up before I yelled out, "stop!" She gave me a skeptical look but I didn't fall for her 'I wasn't going to do anything' act. "I swear to god, you text anyone about this I will go get an abortion!" I threatened. I was dead serious. "So then when people question me about it I'll just say it was just a close call, or a joke. Either way there will be no baby." Taylor's eyes widened and pointed her index finger at me.

"You wouldn't," she warned her voice low and in a whisper. "You know how I feel about abortions," she whined, using a completely opposite voice. Loud and high.

"Exactly, is that enough motivation for you to keep quiet?" I asked, crossing my arms over my growing chest.

"Fine," she agreed, childishly may I add. She can be such a kid most times. "You do know that they will find out later when that stomach pops out."

I sighed, "I know. I just," I rolled my eyes when Taylor mocked, very offensively. "I want to tell them myself. Give me some time, okay? I really haven't planned anything out! I just needed to get out of that hell hole before I died!" That got Taylor to shut up. She started up the Escalade and was about to drive away from the ditch until a familiar silver Volvo pulled up beside us.