break my heart again - a dally winston love fanfic

forty

*elena's pov*

"you sure you wanna do this?" maddy softly asks as she touches me on my shoulder, making me look up.

"not really. i mean, this could possibly change my entire future." i shrug my shoulders while biting my lip.

"well whatever it is, you have my full support." i nod before grabbing the pregnancy tester from the counter and walk into the bathroom. after doing what i have to do, i wash my hands and shakily slide it into my back pockets. i take a deep breath, walking back outside to maddy's bed beside her.

"the results will come in a couple of minutes." i say as maddy leans her shoulder on me.

"if it's positive, will you keep it?"

"of course, maddy. i will never hurt a baby, ever. and if- and if no one will support me and my child, then it'll only be the both of us, and i'm okay with that." i softly smile.

yeah, taking a pregnancy test! i thought twice about this and i kept being sick so, with the notice of maddy, i got a pregnancy test and here i am, already planning my future.

"okay, let's take a look."

and before i know it, i start to sob!

"oh my god, elena ... you're going to be a mother!" i nod clutching the test to my chest.

"i'll do everything in my power to save your life whenever, mi amor." i whisper as i bring my hand to my stomach.

after some moments of smiling and laughing, i then get nervous as i hed home. yeah, i can definitely not tell my parents.  i shake my head, securing the pregnancy test behind my pockets. i enter my house, for once grateful that my parents aren't home. i walk to my bedroom, jumping as i see eda on my bed.

"what the hell are you doing here!" i close the door and look at her, finiding a look of ... guilt?

"uh- i'm leaving tulsa tonight. it was stupid and dumb of me to return back here. i th-thought that people were gonna love me for coming back, but all i've brought is miserable vibes. you probably hate me." i laugh.

"i dont hate you, eda. what makes me annoyed is the fact that you never apologized for the bad things you've done and said. but hate, i don't believe in that." i softly say.

"thats what i hate about you, hermanita! you're just too damn kind." we both crack into laughter.

"i'm pregant, you know? and ... and i'm damned scared. i ain't ready to raise a baby, not now. i assure you and everyone else that the father's gonna run away. i'm sixteen for god's sake!"  i wipe the pre-tears away, feeling arms around me.

"oh elena, i am sorry. i ... i was in your shoes once. and let me tell you, if i could go back and save that child's life, golly i'd do it. being a mother will be the best thing that will happen. you do your best to make sure that baby is safe and alive, okay? as a tia, i'll be here for anything."

"thanks, eda."

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*maddy's pov*

as i wash my face for the night, i hear banging downstairs. and it wasn't bryce type of banging, it was harsh poundings on the gate. i tighten my robe and walk downstairs, mumbling to myself to distract the panic inside of me. i open the door, walking out to find dallas banging on the gate.

"dallas? what in the cherry bomb are you doing here, eh?" i whisper-yell as i walk closer to the gate.

"where's your brother, madison? coward talked about some fight, well i'm here! i'm here bryce!" i roll my eyes as i open the gate harshly closing the door.

"he isnt here right now. be a fucking man and respect others." i say as he huffs.

"a fucking man? talk to your brother about that shit."

"you're a dad, dallas. elena is pregnant, dal. i was there when she took the test. so yeah, be a fucking man if you can't keep it in your pants." i angrily spat out, widening my eyes as i realized i said the secret.

"w-what? no man, we used protection! she can't be p-pregnant." dallas mutters as i shake my head and cross my arms.

"this is over. it's up to you if you want to fight the stupid of my brother." i say as i walk away, leaving a speechless dallas against the gate.

i go inside, sighing as i know that i made a mistake. i look out the window, seeing dallas run his hand through his hair.

oh boy, it's gonna get real.

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