The Jock

Emergancy

⚠️Use of self harm and depression, please don't read if these are sensitive topics to you.⚠️

2 months later
Shockingly I was starting to grow a little bump. Tom hadn't been in contact ever since the day Charlie told him I was pregnant. I had a check up with the doctor every month to make sure everything was okay. So far it was, pretty good, just morning sickness and the odd thing going on with my breasts. But apparently this was all normal, Course I didn't know as I didn't have a mother to consult me. Although Nikki, Tom's mum, thought I had a great reason to have broken up with Tom and she had been helping me through out the pregnancy. This was the same with his brothers and his father, I felt quite bad for the man as his family just completely betrayed him. But he always had a strong bond with his dad and brothers, along with his mom. Not to mention that she was basically the reason he had been so successful. Today Nikki and I were going to put to pick some things out for the baby. Haz was planning a nursery that was going to replace the guest bedroom. I told him I could have bought an apartment, but due to the fact that he was a nice brother meant he wanted me to stay. Although it was mostly so he could see the baby a lot more than he would if I left.
I hear a knock on the door and I go to open it. As I open it I see Tom and Nikki. I smile at Nikki and stare at Tom, smiling a bit. It had been quite the while since I saw the baby's father. I lock the door and head out into the car with them, Nikki's presence was changing the awkward tension into a more fun tension. Turns out Tom had booked an appointment at the spa, just for Nikki and I. We entered the building and the vibe was cozy. Candles were lit and barely any lights. Tom followed us everywhere, for the safety of the baby and his mum. I excuse myself as I had to go to the bathroom. It was a short trip from where we were. But due to the fact that it was sort of dark, I couldn't quite see. I look down at my stomach for a second just admiring everything. As I wasn't looking I bump into someone. They had a hood on. I could see some curly blonde hair, but that was it. He was a man.Suddenly I'm pushed against the wall. By the same person, they put their arms around my neck. Choking me. It was getting much harder to breathe.
   "You should've stayed with them" The person spoke, they had a deep voice. He tightens his grip, but it quickly loosens as Tom comes to the rescue. Tom punches him in the gut then in the face. He comes over to me checking me out for any marks and absolutely worried about the baby. I stop him early by giving him a huge hug. He stares down at me, hugging me back. I felt like absolute shit, but Tom had just saved me. I fall in his arms, passing out.
An hour later
I wake up in a hospital bed, I could see Nikki through the glass window, the same with Tom. I remember everything just not as detailed. The door opens revealing a crying Tom. Which was pretty rare, he always hid how he actually felt. Which reminded me of our high school years, how he loved me but never confessed it till senior year. It scared me. The fact that he was crying scared me. I sit up, but give up halfway feeling immense pain. I look at Tom. The doctor didn't enter and left, Nikki was still outside. I give Tom a confused look. He shakes his head.
    "Ellie, we- we lost the ba-babies" he muttered, still clear enough for me to hear. I stare at him in shock, my tears falling from my eyes. I shake my head in denial. Tom walks over to me engulfing me in his arms. My tears staining his white shirt.
   "Why?!" I stutter, thinking it was all my fault.
   "Ellie, it was because of that guy." He whispers in my ear. I tighten the hug being sad, I didn't want to lose the baby.
Two weeks later
Everyone knew by this point, Tom and I decided to tell everyone about my past pregnancy, and there was mostly hate. Everyone wanted him to be with Zendaya, or to have never gotten me pregnant. They blamed it mostly on me, the fans always dmed me saying about how I should do self harm or how I shouldn't be in this world. A rare amount dmed me about how I shouldn't be harmed by these haters and just ignore them.
   Tom was also in denial, he didn't get as much hate, he got the support, we hadn't talked ever since the incident. I didn't really expect much of him, now that I wasn't carrying his child it didn't seem like he cared much.
   Harrison and Tom's brothers were sad about not being able to be uncles. Nikki and Dominic, tried to get both of us to contact each other but in the end once we heard the ring from the phone, that signaled that the call was sending, one of us would hang up saying we couldn't do it.
   The past few days were complicated, my period arrived meaning I truly did lose the baby. I was just so stuck on the subject of losing the baby.
   Today was like any other day, expect Tom to call me; he ends up not, cry, eat, cry more, and eat then sleep.
   Except today, I went into the bathroom, sick and tired of all the hate. I grabbed a blade, swiping it across my wrist. Feeling pleased but pain. I never expected to do this. I never wanted to, but when there's nothing that makes you happy, not one little light of hope, that's the only thing you can do to distract yourself. I exit the bathroom and go downstairs getting a cloth and washing it with hot water, I place it on my cut cleaning it up. I hear Harrison's voice and look over to him and see him on the phone, thankfully he was turned around. I go back up and lock myself in my room. Crying, I felt like a complete mess. A few minutes later I was about to go shower until I hear the constant pounding on my door.
   "Who is it?!" I yell. Then the door bursts open, i see Tom with a coin in his hand. He walks in and closes the door behind him. He locks it. I stare at him, thinking he was out of his mind. He sits on the bed with me. He puts his hand out.
   "Show me your arm." He spoke softly not trying to yell and show how angry he really was. I give him my right arm, the bad thing was that I had cut on both my wrists. He pulls up my sleeve catching the cut. "Why? Ellie why would you do this?"
   "It's- why- why do you care?" I say tears already forming.
   "Because I care about you" he gently muttered. He broke me, causing me to tell him the truth.
   "It's just that you weren't here to help me, I understand we have a rough relationship but. I just lost a human that was inside of me. And I understand you were going to be the father but the baby was inside of me tom. I couldn't deal with this alone. I pushed Harrison away and I don't even know why. He was everything I had and I pushed him away not even thinking about how he felt. And i wanted to call you it's just that I failed every time I tried" I stuttered.
   "Ellie, you know I care about you, I just didn't know if you wanted to see me. My dad and mum tried getting me to call you but I didn't and i was such a fool not to." He said placing his head on my shoulder.
   "You know you are like a drug, even though I kinda hate you for you know, I'm just addicted to you and nothing can stop me" I say, he picks his head up from my shoulder. I connect our foreheads and kiss him.