Does He Really Love Me? [E.D]

3.9

Today's the day I tell my parents. Tell them the news I've been dreading to bring up. I've had one appointment since I got back from the shoot with Teen Vogue, and the baby is healthy. I'm two months, and two weeks. Ethan and I don't want to know the gender until after I tell my parents. Our appointment is actually today in the afternoon. I pray that they don't kick me out, but I already know they will, so my bag is already packed, and all my important stuff are in boxes, in my closet ready to be taken.
"Ethan, I'm so nervous." I say into the phone, as I pace my room back and forth. "School was nerve racking already." I say anxiously.
"Babe, everything will be okay, I'm about five minutes away, and we'll tell them together." Ethan says calmly. "Everything will be okay." He repeats.
"I hope so." I say, as I sit on my bed. "I'll let you go so you'll get here safely."
"Okay, love you." He says.
"I love you too." I say, as I hang up the phone, and toss it on my bed.
I lay on my back, as I stare at the ceiling, the posters of Ethan and Grayson still taped up there. I smile at them.
I remember being on Twitter everyday, tweeting to them. Stuff like 'Notice me!' and 'I love you so much.' But never in a million years did I ever think that Ethan would say that back to me, and mean it in a way. That was romantic.

Knock. Knock.
I swing open the door, and Ethan is standing there in a button down shirt, with some faded blue jeans.
"Hey." He says, as he hugs me. "Where are your parents?" Ethan asks, as he closes the door behind him.
"There in the living room. The TV is so loud, they didn't even hear you knock." I say chuckling nervously.
"Well, let's get this over with." I say, as I take his hand in mine, and we walk into the living room.
We walk into my parents view, and my mom's jaw literally hits the floor.
"Hi, Ethan! What are you doing here?" She asks shocked, as she mutes the TV.
My dad has his arm around her, as the two of them stare at us.
"We need to talk." I say nervously, and sit down on the opposite couch.
"About?" My dad asks, already knowing its bad.
"Let me just start by saying this is completely my fault." Ethan says, as he sits next to me, and nervously fidgets.
"It is not your fault." I whisper to him, and my parents continue to stare with a confused expression on their faces. "I'm pregnant." I blurt out.
"What!" My parents both say at the same time.
My dads expression changes. He's angry. Really angry.
"I am pregnant." I say, as my voice shakes.
I pull out the ultrasound pictures, and hand it to my parents.
"This better be some sick prank you guys are doing for Ethan's channel." My mom says, not even glancing at the pictures.
I start to cry, and Ethan puts his arm around me.
"I'm sorry." I cry, as I cover my face in shame.
"Take your pictures, and get out." My dad says, as he throws the ultrasound pictures back at us.
I feel Ethan shift, as he picks up the pictures, and helps me off the couch. We make our way to the stair's to get my stuff. I knew this would happen, but why am I so shocked?
"Wait, how long?" My mom asks.
I turn to look at her face, its red with anger, her jaw clenched.
"Ten weeks." I manage to say, as my breathing hitches.
"Have you been going to the hospital?" She asks, her arms crossed over her chest.
I nod my head.
"How? We never got any bills."
"Ethan, he's been paying." I say, as I wipe under my eyes with the palm of my hand.
"I said get out!" My dad yells, as he stands next to my mom.
"Okay." I say, and I run upstairs, Ethan following close behind.
I open my closet, and show Ethan the two boxes I packed. I grab my cell phone, and my suitcase. We get out of my room, and I slowly close the door. My sister comes running out of her room, at me with a smile on her face.
"What's wrong?" She asks, as she notices my tears.
I bend down to her level, and kiss her cheek. "I have to go away for a little while." I say.
"W-what? Why?" She asks, her voice quivering.
Her tears are filling her eyes.
"I did something bad. Really bad, and mommy and daddy don't want me here." I say, as a few tears slip down her face,
Ethan crouches down next to us, and wipes the tears from her eyes.
"Are you going to jail?" She asks, now crying uncontrollably.
"No, no. God no." I say. "I'm going to live with Ethan." I say, as I pull her into a hug.
"No, take me with you." She says, as I feel her arms tighten around me.
"I wish I could, but mommy and daddy won't let me take you."
"We'll buy you lots of gifts while we're gone." Ethan says, as he tries to cheer her up.
"When I get a job, and save a lot of money, I'll buy you anything. Okay?" I say, as I pull her off of me, and gently shake her shoulders.
"I'm going to miss you." She says, as her breathing is very unsteady.
"I'm going to miss you more." I say, as I hug her one more time. "There's a picture of us in my room. You can get it if you want. To remember me." I say, as I stand up. "And I'll call. Just make sure you are always by the phone." I say smiling.
I cover my mouth with my hands, as I try to keep in my loud sobs.
"I love you, okay?" I say, as I look at her.
"I love you too." She says, and I slowly make my way downstairs.
We get out to Ethan's car, and I put my stuff in the trunk, and slip into the passenger seat. I just let myself go. 

~<3~

A/N
EXTRA CHAPTER!! WHOOOOOOP! Okay, I'm tired. Goodnight!