Chapter Fourteen - Announcing And Pain

-SILLE'S POV-

After a while of hugging, Grayn goes on both of his knees and kisses my small bump. I never noticed that I actually have a very small bump now.

"I love this baby so much already," he says.

I smile at him.

"I'm sure the baby loves you so much too. Maybe even more then I do," I say.

Grayn gets up from his knees and cups my face with his hands.

"I'm so happy I'm gonna have a baby. I'm even happier that I'm gonna have it with you," he says, smiling.

He kisses me full passion and love. We kiss for a while and tell each other how much we love each other.

He takes my hand and I entwine our fingers. We walk to his car and he opens and closes the door for me. He gets in too and starts the car. I turn the volume of the radio up a little and right at that time 'Kids' by Emily Kinney comes on.

I sing along and place my hands on my stomach.

"What a perfect song for this moment," he says.

I laugh.

"Yes," I simply say. I'm in a really trolly mood today, I don't know why.

"So, when do you want to tell the others?" He asks.

"Maybe, next month? That's when we find out the gender and then I'm showing a little more," I answer.

"That's a good idea, you're so smart. I hope our baby has that from you," he sweetly says.

"I hope he has your goodlooks," I say.

"He? Oh, so you think it's gonna be a little boy?" He asks, raising his eyebrows.

"Well, I had a dream a couple of days ago where I held a little boy in my arms, with your blue eyes," I answer.

"Well I think it's gonna be a little girl. Daddy's princess, then," he answers.

I smile at him and kiss his shoulder.

"How will your parents react?" He suddenly asks. Oh I know.

My mom will probably beat me again. Or I'll just get kicked out and have to live on the streets. She beats me whenever I do something wrong. Or in her eyes it's wrong.

After a beating I always end up with bruises everywhere. I can cover myself up in clothes, but the last time I changed my shirt in front of Grayn, he saw the bruises and asked me where it came from. I couldn't say my mom hurt me, so I "fell down the stairs".

"I don't know," I lie. I can't look him in his eyes when I lie. It's too painful.

"You're lying," he says.

"How did you know?"

"You aren't looking into my eyes," he answers.

"Oh," is all I manage to say.

We drive to my house in silence. Neither of us knows what to say. He drives up on my lane and parks the car. Maybe I won't make it back this time. Maybe she'll hit me so hard I'll die. The last time she hit me hard I almost broke my neck.

"I love you so, so, so, so much Grayn, I want you to know that," I say. It hurts to say this.

"I love you even more, and this baby," he answers, smiling. He kisses my lips and I give him all my love in this kiss.

After a while we break away and I get out of his car. I wave and so does he. I walk to my front door and see Grayn driving away. I'm beginning to feel sick from my nervousness.

I open the door and walk inside. I see my mom in the kitchen and my dad is sitting in the living room. When I close the door my mom turns her head and I see her devilishly face. Eyes full of hate.

"Where were you? You just went out without our permission! How dare you!" She yells. She storms to me with her fists clenched.

"I was just shopping with Grayn," I softly say. I'm so scared right now. Please don't hurt us. Please.

She yells more insults at me and grabs me by my hair. She pulls me to the kitchen where she was and then she lets my hair go.

"You little, stupid, dumb bitch! Why did I get you? I never wanted such a horrible child!" She screams. My dad looks at us with a painful expression on his face, like he didn't want this for me. I can't be mad at him. I'm not. He's not the one that can change this situation.

Then she punches my right eye and my nose with her fist. I begin to feel dizzy and I see stars for a few moments, but I try to hold my grip on reality. I can't give up. Not for them. I want to so badly, but I can't.

"That's what you get!" She yells.

I feel a bruise beginning to form on my eye and I see blood dripping on my shirt from my nose. I think it's broken. Well, it has been before, because of her.

"I'm pregnant," I say.

My parents both look at me, shock and disbelief on their faces. Soon, my mother's expression becomes even wider, with anger filling in. Oh no.

"You are pregnant?!" She screams. Shit, shit, shit. I'm not going to survive this.

"Yes," I whisper. I've never been so afraid in my life. For my life, and the baby's.

She begins to yell insults and hurtful words to me.

Then she kicks my left leg so hard, and hits my head with a wooden spoon. I don't know where she got that from so fast. I fall down on the floor and begin sobbing.

"Pack your bags and leave my house! I don't want you anymore! You're a slut, and I don't raise sluts!" She yells. I look at my dad, and see tears forming in his eyes.

I limp upstairs and go inside my room. I have to be gone in the next five minutes, or I'll seriously end up dead.

I grab a big bag and begin to throw stuff in it. I limp into my bathroom and look in the mirror.

I have a broken nose, blood all smudged over my face, a black eye and my hair is a total mess. I quickly take some stuff and put it in my bag.

I limp out of the bathroom and sit down on my bed. I pull up my jeans and see a huge bruise on my leg. It hurts like hell.

I pull my jeans down again and put my hair in a ponytail, I'd better leave now.

But where do I go?

After I thought about something, I know what to do.

I limp downstairs and see my mother sitting on the couch. I don't say anything to them, I just open the door and get out as fast as I can. I get in my car and start it. I take a last look at my house and drive away.

After a while of driving, my sobbing takes over. But I must continue to drive. I need to get there in time.

I reach the house and park my car. I limp out of it and lock it. I limp to the front door ant ring the doorbell.

Grayn opens it.

"Hey, baby, what are you doing here so la- what happened?!" He shockingly says, once I put my face out of the dark, and into the light of his house.

"My mom beat me up," I softly say.

He pulls me into a warm and loving embrace.

"Come in, let's go to my room," he says. I go inside his house and he closes the front door.

I follow him upstairs, but I can't walk on my left leg anymore. He takes me into his strong arms and carries me to his room. He places me on his big bed and takes place next to me.

He pulls me into his arms and wraps them around my waist, one hand on my small bump.

I place my head on his chest, hearing his steady heartbeat calms me down.

"Can you show me where she hit you?" He whispers.

I nod and roll my pipe up. The big bruise becomes visible, it's now purple and really big.

"She kicked me here, and hit me with a spoon on my head after I told them I'm pregnant," I say.

"Why did you tell them already?" He asks, frowning heavily.

"Because I knew I wasn't going to make it," I whisper.

"But now it's okay, you're here with me, I'll protect you now. I love you and the baby so much and I won't ever let something happen to you," he says.

"Together?" I ask.

"Together, always," he answers.