When you're fifteen, and somebody tells you they love you,

You're gonna believe them.

Well count to ten, take it in, this is life before you know who you're gonna be.

Never a clean break,

NO ONE HERE TO SAVE ME.

—Taylor Swift. "Fifteen" and "Breathe"

"Bull shit!" Charlie yelled at the top of his lungs. It was like in those cartoons when the face turns red and steam pops out of his ears—the roof of the house blowing up from the anger.

"Bella, you know you can't blame this on anybody but yourself. Don't go and cry rape," my mom scolded, tears springing to her eyes.

I blinked once and opened my mouth to say something, but no sound came out. This was not happening.

"Charlie…Renee," Edward said, getting up from the sofa. "Please, don't. Why would she make up something like that?"

"Because she doesn't want to give indefinitely grounded!" Charlie yelled, his face going puce. "Just tell me who the damn father is."

I remembered that I hadn't told him yet. They originally guess Edward, then Mike, but I never confirmed either. My dad crossed over to me and grabbed me by the shoulders, yelling into my face, "I'll beat it out of you," he was shaking my shoulders so fiercely that my neck was snapping forward and backward. "I swear I will."

Edward placed a hand on Charlie's arm, and Charlie paused shaking me for a moment to look at him. "This is between me and Bella, Edward. Don't get involved."

"Maybe I'm the father."

Renee, who was sitting on the couch looked up with a tear-soaked face, said, "Oh no."

"I'll kill you," Charlie added.

"Stop," I said, speaking for the first time. "It's not Edward's…it's…it's..."

"I'm ashamed of you Bella. I'm so damn ashamed of you that I'm gonna have a stroke from it. Is that what you want? For me to die because of you? All because of you!"

"Stop it!" I screamed. "Stop!"

"Charlie," Edward said, his voice being the only calm one. "There is only one thing you should be ashamed of, and that's failing a human being. Bella needs you now. More than ever." He glanced over to Renee, to make sure she had heard him. "I'm serious. I don't care if she has slept when twenty guys, and has no idea who the father was. She needs you—she needs us. Don't fail her."

I was touched beyond words at Edward's speech. I didn't know he cared about me that much…I didn't know…

Charlie squeezed his eyes shut, and when he opened them, I saw tears in his eyes. Renee finally got up from the couch and walked over to me, giving me a hug.

"Bella, just tell us the truth. Who raped you?"

If I had felt like it, I would have smiled. She believes me. But I didn't feel like smiling. I felt like crawling up into a ball in the corner of my room and never coming out. "It was Mike," I said into her arm. "All Mike's…all Mike's."

Edward stepped back as both of my parents hugged me and cried with me. I peeked out of their arms and saw him standing there, with his arms crossed. I smiled at him, and he caught my eye and smiled back.

I wasn't mad at him anymore. Even though telling my parents was so unlike him, so out of character, I understood. I would have done the exact same thing. He had nothing to do with the baby, or my relationship with Mike, yet he was volunteering himself to help. I wasn't an idiot. I knew guys—especially teenage boys—didn't want anything to do with a girl who was having somebody else's baby, unless they were special. Edward was only seventeen, for crying out loud. He didn't ask for this anymore than I had. He was worried about me and my body. He was concerned for my health, and the baby's health. I understood.

"I'm ashamed of you Bella. I'm so damn ashamed of you that I'm gonna have a stroke from it. Is that what you want? For me to die because of you? All because of you!"

This ran through my head again, suddenly, and my knees began to shake. This was my fault. If I hadn't worn that shirt the night I was over Mike's—the shirt that clung to my chest, or worn make-up that night. Maybe Mike wouldn't have had any desire for me, and this all would have been avoided. It was all my fault. My fault that I am going to have the child of a monster. This baby is going to feel like it was all a mistake, and it'll hate me.

I hate me, too.

I mean, how was I so damn stupid? We hadn't even dated for half of a month before he told me he loved me. So stupid and naïve, I was! I let him fool me into thinking that I loved him, and that he loved me. He has always only wanted one thing from me—there were never any actual feelings. Damn, damn lies.

And it was my fault for not noticing it.

My parents let me free of their hug, and then Charlie went from comforting me, to comforting Renee, who was having an especially hard time with this. I remembered somebody comforting me, when I had told him that I was raped.

Edward ran over to me, and crouched down to my level. His face was a mixture of confusion and shock, and he was taking in my condition. The tears, the blood, and the bruises.

"What happened?" He asked. I noticed how his voice wasn't stable, but, in fact, was shaking.

"It's okay, Bella," he whispered when his hand landed on my shoulder.

The sobbing came quickly, and I fell into Edward's chest, staining his shirt with my tears. He held me there and softly rocked us back and forth. He kissed my hair and rubbed my back, soothing me with soft "shhh's", and gently murmuring that it was going to be alright.

"He hurt m—me, Edward," I cried, and I was surprised that he could understand me through the tears and the fact that I was talking into his chest.

"Who?"

"M—Mike. H—he forced it on me, Edward!" I tried to explain it the best I could, but I didn't know how to word it. I wasn't even sure if I should tell him, but it had slipped out on its own, and I had to keep talking.

Mike had hurt so many people I love. Edward, Renee, Charlie. That's three too many, and if I didn't have such a big, damn, conscious, I would kill him. And I would smile the entire time. Make him feel the hurt that he caused me. But even if I put him in a torture chamber for the rest of eternity he wouldn't hurt like I hurt. I hurt for my family, my baby, for myself. This pain went deeper than the physical, surface pain. I was cut deep and, if I ever healed, it was going to take a long, long, time before I got better.

Lucky for me, though, I had three people who were going to be willing to help me through it. Hell's not so bad if you get to keep a few angels with you. It might even be durable.

I stepped back and looked. I saw my dad comforting my mom, my mom holding onto my dad with everything she had, and Edward looking straight at me, with a penetrating glance that radiated with soft warmth. I smiled to myself, and looked at the floor. I let my eyes travel to my still flat stomach, and I placed a hand on it. I had to make this work for the baby. If I had nothing else to live for, I had him or her. This wasn't the time to be selfish, and care only about myself. I was going to be responsible for another human being, and I had to rise up to that.

I don't think I can handle that kind of responsibility, but obviously, if God had given me this baby, he knew I could handle this.

I had already let so many people down; I couldn't let my baby down. Like Edward had said, there is only one thing to be ashamed of, and that is failing another human being. I decided that I wasn't going to be like Mike, and let a human being down. I was going to be better than that.

I promise.

"Bella," my dad whispered. "Have you gotten checked for AID's?"

I know this chapter was a bit short, but I'll update soon….after I update Untouchable. I promise (:

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