Heartbeat // Grayson Dolan

16. [oh baby]

Teala's POV

My hands are shaking as I look down in fear. Anger. Disgust. Guilt.

Regret.

Tears begin to quickly roll over my cheeks, the warmth warming them up.

I look up into the mirror. What have I done? How could I have let this happen?

And all of the answers lead right back to Mason. Mason fucking Cooper.

I knew I shouldn't have trusted him about the condoms. I knew I should have gotten on birth control. But he promised me. HE PROMISED ME.

But no look at where I am. Crying in the bathroom, positive pregnancy test in my hands.

I look down to my stomach, realizing there's a little child in there now. But my mood does not change. I don't feel anything different.

I never wanted to have sex with Mason in the first place, let only have his baby.

And what are my parents going to think of me? That I'm some slut that fucked around with something serious and got pregnant? I know for a fact I'm getting kicked out. No doubt about it.

The first time I had an assumption about being pregnant was when I missed my period last month. My period never skips. And then a lot lately, I've been sick in the morning and throughout the day. I can't even eat Tony's anymore without feeling like I'm gonna throw up.

The twins have been worried about me since I haven't been able to eat much, but there is no way I can break this news to them. They're going to be so disappointed in me.

Their whole entire view of me is going to change now.

This was a big fuck up. A huge fuck up.

I stuff the test into my jacket pocket and walk out of the bathroom, grabbing my keys from my room and walking out to talk to Mason about this.

A million thoughts roam my mind. Mason is not going to take this well. I don't know why I'm setting myself up for failure right now.

Time passes and I pull into Mason's driveway and my whole body shakes in fear for what's about to come.

I gulp and lightly knock on his door. A few seconds pass and Mason opens the door, his face clouding with worry as he sees my face.

"What's wrong?"

"C-Can I come in?"

"Yeah," He says widening the door.

I slowly trudge to the living room, taking a seat on the couch. Suddenly, my fingers seemed to be more interesting than having this conversation.

"Do you mind telling me what's going on?"

I sigh a big breath and close my eyes.

Now or never.

"Mason, I-I'm-" I stutter.

He looks at me intently, waiting for me to say what's going on.

"I'm pregnant." I say quickly.

I watch as his jaw clenched, this eyes turning narrow.

I can hear his breathing slightly speed up.

"What the fuck do you mean you're pregnant?"

"I'm fucking pregnant Mason!" I say, tears starting to brim in my eyes.

Mason stands up and paces in front of me.

"How the hell did this happen!"

"You tell me Mason! You said you used condoms and-"

"Well I told you to get on birth control!"

"I didn't want to! And as long as you would've kept your word about that, we wouldn't be in this mess now. I never agreed to getting on birth control!"

He runs his hands through his hair furiously.

"I bet you it's not even mine!" He yells at me, coming closer.

"Whose would it be you dumbass? I ONLY EVER HAD SEX WITH YOU!" I scream, annoyance rising from my stomach.

"DO I EVEN HAVE TO SAY WHO? ONE OF THE TWINS!"

I look down and laugh. "For the last goddamn time, I NEVER SLEPT WITH THEM. NEVER KISSED THEM. ANYTHING! HOW COULD ONE OF THEM BE THE DAD?!"

"I bet you can't even remember which one is the daddy, fucking slut."

My heart hurts from the words he said.

I hate it when people won't believe the truth I'm telling them. It's the absolute worst feeling I think I can ever have.

"I don't have time for this. When you decide to put on your big boy pants and own up to this, I'll talk to you. But fuck this shit with all the assumptions. I didn't ask for it either!" I say standing, about to open the door to leave.

But before I can, he rushes over to me and pins me against the wall.

"No one hears a word about this, understand? And if you don't get rid of that baby, then so help me God I will get rid of it for you. Understand?" He angrily whispers, grabbing a hold on my neck.

I fight against him, but he only presses harder. "Understand?" He says raising his voice.

Nothing but fear shoots through me. My whole entire body is trembling, afraid and scared by the words that just left his mouth. And it's only in this moment that I feel that he means every single word. And that's the scariest part of this all.

Is that we both know he means every single word.

I nod my head quickly and he lets go.

I immediately suck in a breath of air and cough.

Without saying another word, I exit the house, getting in my car.

My heart thumps out of my chest as I sit in the car, putting my head against the steering wheel. I sob, louder than I think I ever have before.

God, why does this happen to me?

All I wanted was to feel like a princess while I had a prince, but I don't feel like a princess at all.

I feel like the fucking Hunchback from Notre Dame.

Why Lord, why me?

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Damn. This was sad. I feel terrible for writing this.

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