My Brother's Best Friend

Chapter 10 - Breaking the news...

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            In a state of total shock, is when I rush to the counter and I take out the other pregnancy stick so I can try that one too. Waiting, without shedding a single tear, is when I know the other one was a mistake. It has to be. God wouldn't do this to me; he wouldn't let this happen. Three minutes later, I slowly walk to the counter and the same results appear right before my eyes. Two red lines.

            I'm pregnant... Pregnant. I'm pregnant... Pregnant. I'm pregnant... Pregnant.

            Pregnant. Pregnant. Pregnant. Pregnant.

           These words keep replaying over and over again inside my head, hurting my brain as I gasp for my breath but it's not there. I can't breathe. I can't think. I can't do this. I can't! What do I do? This cannot be happening to me! It just can't be. I'm an innocent seventeen year old girl who's barely even kissed anyone let alone lose her virginity and get pregnant in the process! I'm dreaming. I am dreaming. Pinching myself, hoping to simply wake myself up, is when I realize that this is seriously reality. I'm wide awake. And I'm screwed...

           Can I tell anyone about this? Should I tell anyone? I don't want to. That's the last thing I want to do. But right now, I think I might have no other choice. Slowly walking downstairs, in a state of pure devastation, is when I get rid of all my fear and I go completely out of my mind. I carefully make my way slowly down the dark hallway as I walk into the kitchen and notice my father cooking an early dinner. He's leaning over the stove as I smell the amazing tasy scent of a tamato sauce that has filled the room. He is stirring the pan with a long wooden spoon as I see my mother sitting on the couch reading a novel, so I silently approach her.

           I sit quietly on the other couch, staring down at my folded hands on my lap as I try to even out my out of control breathing.

          "Oh, hello sweetheart," My mom's soft gentle voice says from across the room, as I anxiously gulp and don't say a single word back. About a minute later is the moment I suddenly feel like I'm being watched. "Belle? Is something wrong?"

          "Yeah mom," I softly whisper, althought my gaze remains on my hands.

         "Alright. . ." She barely lets out. A minute passes by. "Well, would you like to tell me what's the matter with you?"

           Cautiously looking up and meeting her eyes is when I softly mutter, "I can't..."

          She frowns and unexpectedly places her book gently onto the coffee table, before carefully getting to her feet and walking over to me. Sitting beside me is when I feel her hand gently holding onto mine. "Talk to me, Bella," she calmly orders, as I stare back down at our linked hands.

            "I can't," I state.

          "Yes you most certainly can," she loudly rushes out, as I tightly close my eyes. "What on earth is going on with you? For the past month you've been acting so... different. I don't understand it. I don't understand it at all, Belle."

        "But that's the thing," I softly let out, shaking my head and sighing. "You wouldn't understand."

         "I bet I would, baby." She tries to sound comforting but I know how she would react. She would freak out and break down emotionally, and there would be nothing I can do to change that.

             "No mom. You really wouldn't," I start to let out before feeling my eyes watering beneath my eyelids. I try to stop them from falling but I can feel them leak down my cheeks as she suddenly out of nowhere firmly grabs hold of my chin, facing my neck in her direction.

             "Please," she carefully whispers, as I open my eyes. "You can trust me. You know that, hunny, right? Please tell me you do."

              "I don't want to talk about it," I cry, tears wetting my face as I hear my father speak up from somewhere in the kitchen.

           "Isabella? What's going on?" He questions as I look over at him in sadness. "Why is she crying?" He loudly asks my mother as she shrugs and I look over at the wall.

              "I don't know!" She gasps to him as I nervously hold my breath.

          "What the hell do you mean you don't know?" He raises his voice as she yells back when I don't expect it. "She's your daughter.

          "She's your daughter too!" She exclaims, and I carefully stand up tuning them both out.

             Even though they are still arguing with each other and I can tell they're fighting and yelling, I simply tune them out so the only thing I can hear is the loud ringing in my ears. Everything else is quiet and everything in this room is going in slow motion. Facing my parents, is when I know that I can't keep something this serious from them. Although they're the most judging people I've ever known in my entire life, they're still my mom and dad, and they have to be here for me. 

             Facing them both, ready to break them the news, is when I gently place my hand against my flat stomach and I stare down at it in fear. I have a baby growing inside of me right now? This is the most terrifying this I have ever experienced in my whole seventeen years of living.

          I gather all of the strength and courage inside of my body, before I announce the most scariest news I have ever had to tell someone before. . . Especially my parents.

          "Mom," I loudly let out, noticing them glaring at each other in anger and frustration as my mother points her finger against his chest. "Dad," I let out even louder, my voice shakey and hoarse as I suddenly can't take it anymore. I emtionally need to let this out, now. "GUYS!" I scream in horror as they both lock their gazes onto me, as I cautiously hold my breath. "I'm pregnant. . ."

           They both stay silent. They stare at me as if I've ended their whole world.

        "What?" My mother barely lets out, before covering her opened mouth with her hand and on the verge of breaking down into tears.

         "I'm pregnant," I whisper, tears leaving my eyes as my mother shakes her head.

         "No," Is all she lets out. "No you are not! Isabella! How dare you do this to us!"

         "Mom," I rush out, as she suddenly starts to cry. It breaks my heart. "Mom, please. . ."

       "How DARE you!" She nearly screms, staring at me as if I'm some kind of monster. "You do not lie to us like this! This isn't funny! This is not a joke, god damnit!"

       "I know," I sob, wiping my tears with the back of my hand as she darts over to me and violently points her finger at me. "I'm sorry--"

       "You're a good girl, you are not. . . pregnant," she croaks, almost choking as she yells this at me. I anxiously step back and I stay silent. "You can't be!"

       "What?" A voice surprises me from behind, and I immediately realize it's my brother.

       Turning around in horror and silence, is when I see him standing before me, staring deep into my eyes. But then unexpectedly I see someone step to the side from behind him, which is Caleb.

     "Bella... You're pregnant?" Jeremy demands, looking like I stabbed him in the heart. What big brother wants to hear that his little sister might be having a baby? 

           And my eyes instantly lock right with Caleb's as he stares at me in pure fear. I part my lips, trying to find the right words, but it's impossible to know what to say at a time like this. This wasn't supposed to happen. Not to me, not to him. But it has. He quickly turns around and goes rushing out of the front door, slamming it behind him.

            Without thinking it through, I immediately follow after him.

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