Time jump,, 3 months later
"please please please" i looked down at the stick that i held in my hand, and my heart dropped.
i'm pregnant.
I could feel a single tear fall down my cheek. I'm 20, i'm not ready to me a mom. Corbyn.. well, how is he gonna react.
i cant tell him, it will break his heart.
But, i have to i can't keep this from him. I slowly walk out of the bathroom and into the living room. "hey baby" he spoke so softly.
That's when i lost it, i fell to my knees. Corbyn rushes over to my side. "Isabelle what's wro-" that's when he saw it. The test fell from my hands onto the wood floor. and he let go of me, and picked it up.
"you're pregnant".
He slowly walked away. "corbyn please don't go" i begged him to stay.
He walked out, i didn't hear from him for hours. It was getting dark, and i was tired. i went up to our room and went to bed, not caring that i was still in jeans and a sweater.
It was hard to fall asleep without Corbyn next to me. I- i cant believe he really left.
That's when i heard the door to our house open, i one exactly who it was. I was silent, not wanting to leave my bed.
"Izzy?"
The door to the bedroom opened, and all i saw was Clara, standing in silence.
"hey girly" she spoke. i sat up as she made her way to the bed sitting in front me. That's when i jumped into her arms. "where's Corbyn" she asked me very softly.
"he- he left" at this point i was sobbing. i looked into Clara's eyes and saw disappointment. "he left? cause your carrying hid child?"
"you're carrying his future, and he left?" i nodded.
Our heads shot to the door as we heard the dangling of the keys. Corbyns keys, him trying to unlock the door to enter our apartment.
"That's asshole" Clara kept her mouth shut after that until the door opened. Revealing a drunken Corbyn, his face filled with sadness.
Clara got up and exited the bedroom where we were taking and made her way over to Corbyn.
All i heard was yelling, all from Clara and Corbyn, being completely silent. Then filled with rage "clara stop" i said walking into the living room.
"Isabelle" corbyn spoke getting up coming over to me and putting his arms around my waist. Me slowly pulling away from him.
"baby" he spoke so softly, "you left" i was furious. "you left cause i'm pregnant, you went and got drunk cause i'm carrying your future son. even maybe your future daughter. What is wrong with you. cause this is not the boy i fell in love with 2 years ago. Do you want to know something, something i haven't told you. My chemo could kill this baby and all your worried about is going off and drinking with your friends"
His face went blank, you could tel he sobered up just a little bit after those words left my mouth. "chemo, for what? you're cured." he said completely oblivious.
"I had went to the hospital last month cause i was having major pains in my throat and i couldn't breathe. My cancer is back Corbyn"
He sat down on the couch, turning on the saturday night football game. "you don't even care" i couldn't stay here anymore, so i left. I don't know where i was going but i had to go.
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i'm so sorry for the time jump and this is a lot in one chapter but the story is gonna go on from here. and i love corbyn so this isn't anything against him
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Fanficfollow the life of isabelle, a girl who has stage 3 cancer and go with her on the roller coaster ride she has at the hospital she has been staying at. come along as she explores life and death situations, love, heartbreak and much more.
