Appreciated

Chapter 13

Eliza's POV

I pulled into the parking lot and got out of the car. Before was a big brown brick building. I was about three months pregnant and the bump was getting harder to hide. I knew this was the right choice, it just had to be. By tomorrow our lives would be back to normal, no more worries. I began to walk towards the building, each step seemed to make me doubt my actions, but I had to do this, not just for me but for Charley, for the world. I had hurt so many people and I needed it to stop, I needed to make things right again. "Eliza" I thought I heard some one call my name, I was afraid it would be another person with words filled with hate, the hate that my wrists now bear. "Eliza" I heared the voice again it was familiar, but impossible. "Elizabeth!" I felt some ones arms wrap around me from behind, the embrace felt familiar. "Elizabeth, no, what are you doing, princess" I broke free of his arms and turned to see Charley. He looked tired and defeated, all the more reason for me to do what I was here to do. "Princess, please, don't I want the baby, I really do, I don't care I'll find a way to make this work, I'll quit the band, I'll get a real job, I'll do anything, please" I felt a bit weak and seeing Charley so desperate hurt me so badly. I don't know what got into me but suddenly I just ran, into the building.

"Can the doctor see me now" I nearly screamed at the woman at the front desk as I burst in.

"Do you have an appointment?" She said startled.

"Yes, Elizabeth-" Charley burst in through the doors.

"Elizabeth, wait, I don't know what you think this will solve, please just stop just listen to me, I want the baby, don't you get it Eliza! I want you, I love you, I need you, please princess, just tell me that you feel the same!"

I ran out the door.

"So does this mean you're cancelling your appointment?" Called the lady after me confused.

I started my car and suddenly Charley jumped in the passenger seat next to me.

"Can't you see it! I ruined everything, I hurt so many people. Don't tell me that you love me because it's not true. I'm ruining your life and you won't even acknowledge it. Don't pretend that nothing has changed, everything has changed since you left. Everyday I get treating messages and people say such hateful things, when I walk into class or down the street people glare at me and call me names. I can't take it anymore." I screamed at Charley. Tears streamed down my face and my head was on the steering wheel, my hands laid palm up in fists on my lap. He gently took my left hand and traced the scars on my wrists. I couldn't see his face but he didn't make a sound, just continued tracing the scars and soon I felt his tears land softly on my forearm and wrist.

"Why don't you wait here while I borrow some thing you said, dear you follow, if the just stay age till tomorrow then that's OK, hates only sorrow" he sang softly, the last three words echoed in my ears. He turned on the radio and a familiar voice made us both freeze.

"Well she's always been promiscuous, to tell the truth she's a slut, and one day she decided to get something out of it, so she got pregnant and then she blamed Charley. I tried to tell him but he's too much of an idiot to listen. It's not even his, she probably doesn't know who's it is. I mean she is a-"

"Okay, we cannot allow you to slander others in this interveiw" the man said.

Charley cut off the radio. I was too stunned to speak or even cry.

His phone went off, a text.
Hope you and that bitch heard the interveiw

"Eliza, will you marry me?" Charley blurted out.

Too much was going on at once, just ten minutes ago I was going to have an abortion, eight minutes ago Charley returned home after three months, five minutes ago I walked out of the clinic still pregnant, four minutes ago I was hysterically crying my eyes out, a minute ago I was just attacked on the radio, and ten seconds ago, I was just proposed to. I slowly shook my head, I could see the dissapointment in Charley's eyes but I just couldn't say yes. I backed the car out of the lot and drove to my flat, our flat.