ELLE'S P.O.V.
I walked into the house. Everything was quiet. A creepy calm was bestowed in the rooms. I walked through the whole home with my phone in my hand making sure no one was in there. I came to my room last. The horror of everything was still stained into the walls, like a horrible scar. The sheets were messy from when he shoved me on it. Cigarette buds and cans of beer littered the room. I looked up at the painting of the lake my cabin was on. The paint meshed together, making the water look so real it makes you want to touch it just to see if it is. It reminded me of Prince. I took it off of my wall and carried it with me. When I searched through every room, I quickely locked the doors and went to watch some T.V. I put the painting on my lap, looking at it every couple of minutes. I know, I was overreacting, but I was just so afraid. Prince immediatly started texting me, and if I didn't respond within two minutes he'd call just to make sure I was ok.
It was only nine o'clock, but I was tired as hell. I fell asleep on the couch only to be disstressed with a nightmare.
Travis hit me, and when Prince was supposed to show up, he didn't. I was alone and doomed. Travis pulled a knife out and when he was about to stab me, I woke up sweating and gasping for air. I grabbed my phone quickely and checked the time. It was 11:20. A sudden panic attack hit me. I felt like someone was in the house watching me, waiting to attack. I got up, grabbed my keys and a couple of belongings including the painting and rushed to the car. I put the things in the back and started the engine of my black BMW. I sped off to Prince's home. I looked up to see if his room's lights were on. They were. I texted him of my arrival and within seconds, the front door swung open and Prince motioned me inside.
"I knew you'd be back." He told me, smiling.
"Hello to you, too." I joked kissing him.
"Are you ok?" All of a sudden his facial expression turned worried.
"Yeah. I just got a nightmare." I told him all about it when we were about to go to bed.
"Babe, I'm always going to be here to help you out. Don't worry about it. If he comes back I'll kick his ass like no one before." Prince said as he kissed me. This time I rolled on top of him and, well, I'm not going to get into too much into detail about what happened next. But you get the picture, right? Ok, good.
That night when I fell asleep next to Prince, I had another dream. This one wasn't a good one or a bad one. Somehow I got a pregnancy test and used it. It came out positive. Prince didn't believe me when I told him and started to date another girl, leaving me a single mom. The next morning, I freaked out.
"Elle? What's the matter? You look like you just saw a ghost!" Prince asked when I woke up. I ignored him and rushed to the bathroom.
"What day is it?" I asked getting out.
"Monday."
"No, I mean like the number." I responded running my fingers through my hair. I only did that when I was nervous.
"The eighteenth. What's going on?" Prince asked. I dropped the phone that was in my hands and rushed to the bathroom again. I was late for that monthly thing. I got out of the bathroom again and sat at the edge of the bed. I just stared at the floor, calculating everything in my mind over and over again. Surely I was just mistaken. I mean, I'm not pregnant! I can't possibly be. Right?
"Elle! Tell me what's up! I'm getting really scared right now." He said wrapping his arms around me. I still stared at the ground, looking at the carpeting.
"You used a condom the last couple of times, right?" I asked bluntly.
"Oh shit." He responded. My head snapped in his direction right away.
"WHAT? You didn't?" I shreiked.
"I'm sorry! I was in the heat of the moment! And trust me, there was a LOT of heat in that moment. I didn't think about it!"
"How can you forget about it?!" I asked, now starting to cry.
"I'm sorry! Please don't cry!" Prince wiped away the tears.
"Prince can I- Elle? What's the matter?" Paris walked into the room. My face was buried in my hands.
"GET OUT. NOW." Prince snapped closing the door. I layed down on the bed and put a hand on my stomach. I stared at the cieling now, looking at the small little bumps.
"This can't be happening. I'm only sixteen! My parents will disown me." I said rolling onto my stomach and shoving my face into the pillow. Don't get me wrong. I want kids someday, just definatly not now. "What are we going to do?!" I freaked out. My mom warned me about this, but, of course, me being me, I ignored her. Like always.
"Well are you one-hundred percent positive you are.. pregnant?" Prince hesitated on the p-word. I shook my head no. "Then don't freak out. Maybe it's nothing. But for now, we need to pretend like nothing happened." Prince added and dragged me out of bed gently.
The whole day went by too slow. Everything reminded me of babies and parents.
"Dinner!" Katherine yelled from downstairs. We all headed down, making it sound like an elephant stampead. We sat down and started to dish up.
"What are those orange things?" Blanket asked.
"Baby carrots, hun." Janet responded. Baby carrots. Of course. Prince and I automatically looked in each others way and flashed a worried look.
"Would you like some dessert, Elle?" Katherine asked.
"No thank you. I'm actually not feeling well. I think I will be going upstairs to take a nap. Excuse me." I said standing up and heading to Prince's room.
"Excuse me." Prince said innocently as he followed me up. I sat down on the floor and looked at the painting. I scrunitized it, looking for the slightest thing of 'baby'. Nothing. I wished I could go into that immaginary world for a day or two and not think about being pregnant. I closed my eyes and thought about it.
"You ok?" Prince asked as he shut the door quietly.
"Mhmm." I mumbled dreamily as I fell into a deep sleep, uninterrupted by dreams.
Ok, I know this is like Bieber-Jackson's but I swear to god I didn't try to copy her! I've had this idea in my mind forever and made this into a draft like three days ago and just finished it! So, yeah, hope ya liked it!
I walked into the house. Everything was quiet. A creepy calm was bestowed in the rooms. I walked through the whole home with my phone in my hand making sure no one was in there. I came to my room last. The horror of everything was still stained into the walls, like a horrible scar. The sheets were messy from when he shoved me on it. Cigarette buds and cans of beer littered the room. I looked up at the painting of the lake my cabin was on. The paint meshed together, making the water look so real it makes you want to touch it just to see if it is. It reminded me of Prince. I took it off of my wall and carried it with me. When I searched through every room, I quickely locked the doors and went to watch some T.V. I put the painting on my lap, looking at it every couple of minutes. I know, I was overreacting, but I was just so afraid. Prince immediatly started texting me, and if I didn't respond within two minutes he'd call just to make sure I was ok.
It was only nine o'clock, but I was tired as hell. I fell asleep on the couch only to be disstressed with a nightmare.
Travis hit me, and when Prince was supposed to show up, he didn't. I was alone and doomed. Travis pulled a knife out and when he was about to stab me, I woke up sweating and gasping for air. I grabbed my phone quickely and checked the time. It was 11:20. A sudden panic attack hit me. I felt like someone was in the house watching me, waiting to attack. I got up, grabbed my keys and a couple of belongings including the painting and rushed to the car. I put the things in the back and started the engine of my black BMW. I sped off to Prince's home. I looked up to see if his room's lights were on. They were. I texted him of my arrival and within seconds, the front door swung open and Prince motioned me inside.
"I knew you'd be back." He told me, smiling.
"Hello to you, too." I joked kissing him.
"Are you ok?" All of a sudden his facial expression turned worried.
"Yeah. I just got a nightmare." I told him all about it when we were about to go to bed.
"Babe, I'm always going to be here to help you out. Don't worry about it. If he comes back I'll kick his ass like no one before." Prince said as he kissed me. This time I rolled on top of him and, well, I'm not going to get into too much into detail about what happened next. But you get the picture, right? Ok, good.
That night when I fell asleep next to Prince, I had another dream. This one wasn't a good one or a bad one. Somehow I got a pregnancy test and used it. It came out positive. Prince didn't believe me when I told him and started to date another girl, leaving me a single mom. The next morning, I freaked out.
"Elle? What's the matter? You look like you just saw a ghost!" Prince asked when I woke up. I ignored him and rushed to the bathroom.
"What day is it?" I asked getting out.
"Monday."
"No, I mean like the number." I responded running my fingers through my hair. I only did that when I was nervous.
"The eighteenth. What's going on?" Prince asked. I dropped the phone that was in my hands and rushed to the bathroom again. I was late for that monthly thing. I got out of the bathroom again and sat at the edge of the bed. I just stared at the floor, calculating everything in my mind over and over again. Surely I was just mistaken. I mean, I'm not pregnant! I can't possibly be. Right?
"Elle! Tell me what's up! I'm getting really scared right now." He said wrapping his arms around me. I still stared at the ground, looking at the carpeting.
"You used a condom the last couple of times, right?" I asked bluntly.
"Oh shit." He responded. My head snapped in his direction right away.
"WHAT? You didn't?" I shreiked.
"I'm sorry! I was in the heat of the moment! And trust me, there was a LOT of heat in that moment. I didn't think about it!"
"How can you forget about it?!" I asked, now starting to cry.
"I'm sorry! Please don't cry!" Prince wiped away the tears.
"Prince can I- Elle? What's the matter?" Paris walked into the room. My face was buried in my hands.
"GET OUT. NOW." Prince snapped closing the door. I layed down on the bed and put a hand on my stomach. I stared at the cieling now, looking at the small little bumps.
"This can't be happening. I'm only sixteen! My parents will disown me." I said rolling onto my stomach and shoving my face into the pillow. Don't get me wrong. I want kids someday, just definatly not now. "What are we going to do?!" I freaked out. My mom warned me about this, but, of course, me being me, I ignored her. Like always.
"Well are you one-hundred percent positive you are.. pregnant?" Prince hesitated on the p-word. I shook my head no. "Then don't freak out. Maybe it's nothing. But for now, we need to pretend like nothing happened." Prince added and dragged me out of bed gently.
The whole day went by too slow. Everything reminded me of babies and parents.
"Dinner!" Katherine yelled from downstairs. We all headed down, making it sound like an elephant stampead. We sat down and started to dish up.
"What are those orange things?" Blanket asked.
"Baby carrots, hun." Janet responded. Baby carrots. Of course. Prince and I automatically looked in each others way and flashed a worried look.
"Would you like some dessert, Elle?" Katherine asked.
"No thank you. I'm actually not feeling well. I think I will be going upstairs to take a nap. Excuse me." I said standing up and heading to Prince's room.
"Excuse me." Prince said innocently as he followed me up. I sat down on the floor and looked at the painting. I scrunitized it, looking for the slightest thing of 'baby'. Nothing. I wished I could go into that immaginary world for a day or two and not think about being pregnant. I closed my eyes and thought about it.
"You ok?" Prince asked as he shut the door quietly.
"Mhmm." I mumbled dreamily as I fell into a deep sleep, uninterrupted by dreams.
Ok, I know this is like Bieber-Jackson's but I swear to god I didn't try to copy her! I've had this idea in my mind forever and made this into a draft like three days ago and just finished it! So, yeah, hope ya liked it!
