The bad boy's baby

Chapter 9 - The Truth

A/N: OK so Bella needed to know the truth.. please vote comment and follow? stay amazing! :) 

I ran down the corridor to the small receptionists desk, "Luke, Luke Smith please" I puffed out of breath. The receptionist give me a look of disgust, "Ward 2, room 23," She looked at her old computer screen, "You should be in your room." I nodded, "I know but I need to see him." She shook her head and I trudged away slowly down the tiled hallway to his room.

"Luke," I said as I pushed his door open. "Bella, you shouldn't be here," He stammered. I pulled the curtain away from his bed and I was mortified, there wasn't a scratch on him. "Right tell me what happened!" I yelled clutching my side. He looked at the floor, an expression of pain across his face, "I couldn't handle that I had hurt you and I had some vodka and went to get some more, but I crashed." 

I stared at him, furious. "You didn't hurt me. I fell down the stairs," I yelled, "Now stop being stupid!" He gasped. He obviously thought I remembered what had happened. "I'm just glad your okay," He half smiled. I hugged him gently. "Now get some rest," He said stroking my hair, "Everything will be fine."

I reluctantly left the room and shuffled back to my own, the mundane white walls forever haunting me. I pulled the thin sheet back from the mattress and climbed under it. It's going to be a long night I thought to myself.

------------------------------------- 4 weeks later --------------------------------------

"Luke! Get here now!" I screamed from the bathroom. Loud footsteps came thundering up the stairs, "What is it?" He asked worried. I looked at him, tears in my eyes, "I'm pregnant..." He put his hands in his head. I was confused I thought he'd be happy. "We need to go to the doctors," He said coldly, "Your not keeping the baby..." 

I smashed the test on the floor, "What do you mean?" I protested, "It's my choice!" He gathered the pieces of broken plastic from the tiles and put them in the bin, "Then I can't be with you."

Those words stabbed my heart, splitting it in half. How could he do this? "What do you  mean?" I asked crying hysterically, "You wanted this baby." He looked in the mirror disgusted at the sight of himself, "The baby might not even be mine..." I pushed him to the door, "What the fuck do you mean might not be your's you are the only person I had sex with!" I screamed.

He looked at me his eyes burning holes into me, "That night you didn't fall down the stairs and I wasn't drinking because I thought you were pregnant..."

"You better tell me now or you can get the fuck out of my house!" I squealed stamping my feet.

"Jason and I were taking coke, I couldn't afford to keep up payments so we made a deal, he could have sex with you and my debt was settled... I'm sorry Bella, he would have hurt you if I didn't..." He replied bluntly as if it was the most normal thing he has ever said.

I stared at him pain and anger surging through my body, "Get out!" I yelled, "Get your things and get away from me!"

I rang mum telling her most of what happened mainly that I was pregnant. Luke packed his things and I can only assume he went to Jason's. That was it. It was over, after all we had been through. I felt hatred towards him, I could have paid his debt off.

I sat quietly on the patio on my favorite deck chair, a glass with of pop beside me as I lay in the sun, trying to forget everything.

My phone rang. It was Luke.

"Hear me out?" He cried, "Please Isabella."

"Why should I?" I replied, "You want to get rid of my baby!"

"No Bella, I don't, please let me come back and we can talk!" He pleaded.

I hung up and agreed that he could come back. Within an hour he was at my door. "Bella, I want this baby  but I can't forgive myself for what I did to you," He said as he stepped inside. 

I rolled my eyes, "I don't think I can forgive you." He fiddled with his keys in his hands, "Please, please let me try and make it up with you, if you feel the same after, you can block my number and never have to talk to me again," He sobbed. I nodded my head reluctantly.

"Curry and movie?" He asked. I frowned. He knew I loved that. He left the house to get a curry and movie while I undressed and put my pj's on. A knock came at the door, he must of been dying to come back in because he was at the door with the takeaway and promised DVD in under an hour.

"Hey, I got your favorite's," He grinned sheepishly. I smiled and gave him a peck on the cheek, "Thank you." It was a Chicken Korma and a bottle of coke (I couldn't drink alcohol so it was the next best thing.) "What movie have you got?" I asked while plating up the food. "Guess," He shouted from the sitting room. "Is it a horror?" I asked excited. "Yes," He laughed. I thought long and hard about what it could be, "Silent hill?" I asked grabbing the plates. "Your favorite," He smiled.

God he knew how to cheer me up. I was still pissed at him though. "That was lovely thank you," I smiled placing my plate on the coffee table. He looked down at me and then at my stomach, "Please let me prove I can be good." I sighed, "One last chance." I grabbed the warm fur blanket and wrapped it around us, I was lying between his legs on the black leather sofa and he placed his hand on my belly, "I really hope I'm your daddy," He whispered as if the tiny embryo could hear him.

I smiled, "So do I."

I fell asleep cuddling into Luke, his hand still resting on my stomach. "Let's go to the Doctors," I said to him. He nodded and helped tidy the messing living room. "Do you need a hand?" He asked grabbing my bag. I shook my head and locked the door behind us.

It was an awkward drive to the doctors but we made it and he helped me out of the car. "What if it isn't your's?" I asked worried. He stared into my eyes, "I'll love it still the same," He smiled weakly.

I half-smiled and pulled my coat over my stomach, fearing he was lying. "Miss Swan?" The nurse called. I trudged to her room, she smiled politely holding the door open for us. "Thank you," I said as we walked in. 

"So you want a check up and DNA test?" The nurse asked typing on her keyboard. I nodded embarrassed. She typed a few things in and checked my blood pressure and took my bloods. "We should know who the father is within a few days and your first ultrasound will be next Monday, other than that everything seems perfectly normal," She smiled opening the door.

I trudged back into the waiting room, a wave of nausea swept over me, what happens if he isn't the father? Best not stress now.

Luke grabbed my heavy handbag, "Let me help you," He smiled noticing my pale face, "Everything will be okay." I turned away from him I still couldn't forgive him for what he done. We crossed the busy car park, the tarmac warm off the blaring sun. Reaching the car he opened the door for me and I climbed in. "Breakfast?" He asked putting the key in the ignition. I nodded fastening my seat belt, "I would like a bacon sandwich and a cup of tea please." He nodded.

"I need some time to think," He said taking a bite of his greasy sandwich. I choked on the bit of bread I was busy devouring. "You need time to think?" I looked at him. He nodded, "Have your sandwich and I will drop you off," He replied bluntly. 

I looked out the window and grumbled, we drove in silence back to my house and I got out of the car without saying a word, I went to say goodbye but he was already driving down the street. It pained me to see him leave. Hopefully everything will be okay. I'm sure it will all sort itself out won't it?...