Switched

Chapter 16

“Princess your phone’s ringing again. It hasn’t stopped since the incident,” Jonathan said.

    “I walked out of the bathroom after pulling my shirt back down from looking at the scar that now lived on my left rib cage.

    “Hello?” I said.

    All I heard on the other end was someone crying.

    “Hello?” I asked again.

    “Kriss,” Drew choked out through tears.

    “Drew?” I asked. “Are you okay?” he normally didn’t cry like this.

    “I’m great now,” he said sniffling. “I was so worried about you,” he cried again.

    “Baby, I’m okay. The baby’s okay, we’re both-”

    “What?” he asked shocked.

    What did I say that made him so dubious? I told him I was okay. I told him the- baby. Crap, he didn’t know yet.

    “Nothing, I meant your baby is okay,” I tried to play it off. I felt a pain in my chest lying to him.

    “No you didn’t,” he breathed shakily.

    “Yes I did, Drew,” I lied.

    “No, you never refer to yourself as my baby,” he said frazzled. He knew me to well for me to keep it a secret.

    “You might want to sit down,” I said after a long breath.

    “Okay.”

    “Before I left. The night you proposed-”

    “No,” he interrupted.

    “Just listen,” I pleaded.

    “You know what happened that night. Well, when I came here they had to do a physical, and the medical advances here are amazing,” I boasted. “They told me then that I am,” I inhaled deeply, “pregnant.”

    “Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked.

    “I couldn’t. I’m not even supposed to be telling you now,” I said.

    “Why? Am I not the dad?” he accused shakily.

    “Of course you're the father,” I said defensively. How dare he accuse me of that.

    “Look, I’ll call you back, I need to go figure some stuff out,” he said.

    “I love you, Drew,” I said.

    “I love you too.” And with that the line went dead.

    “Are you okay, Princess?” Jonathan asked?

    “No.” I broke down into a mess of sobs and curled my knees into my chest.

    “Princess?” Jonathan asked concerned. I didn’t answer. He was at my side and tried to calm me down, but nothing worked. It felt like my whole world was crashing down around me. I needed to see my uncle. I needed to know that he would live. I needed to explain everything to Drew.

    “Can I see him?” I asked after I’d calmed down for a second.

    “I’m not supposed to let you anywhere near the prisoner,” he said.

    “I need to see him. I don’t think you realize- this is the man that raised me and he could be dying. What if this was someone in your family?”