I woke up the next morning listening to the lullaby. Then, it stopped and I was startled when Edward said, “Hey sleepy head. How you feeling?” He was concerned and worried. I sighed. Well, now he knows… great, more sympathy from people. That’s just peachy… At least I get real food instead of that crud they give me to eat… Finally, I will be free; sweet, sweet freedom! I thought, chuckling at my naïve-ness.

“Hi. I feel so excited to finally be able to get REAL food.” I laughed when I saw the plate. He walked to my side with amazing food. The plate has scrambled eggs, toast with butter, pancakes, and orange juice.

“Yum! How’d you get all of this in here?” I asked as I dug my fork into the food. I started scarfing down the food when I started choking. Smooth job, Dani. Kill yourself why don’t you. I thought sarcastically. I rolled my eyes as Edward chuckled while patting my back.

“I asked Rye if I could get this for you… I mean it’s you last day here.” He explained with a smug smirk as if he knew something I didn’t, but I think there was something more than not telling me something. I shook it off almost immediately.

“Aww… what a softy.” I teased him as I hugged him.

“Knock, knock. How’re you, gorgeous?” I heard a familiar voice say when I pulled away from my hug. Then, a guy popped out his head into my room; right as I saw his head I gasped. It was unbelievable; it was Jacob.

“Hey Dani! It’s your wonderful best friend and boy-friend- ” he stopped when he say Edward.

“Boyfriend?” I asked. “Jacob? You’re my boyfriend? Since- ” I stopped when the words came out of my mouth; I realized my horrible fate. Jacob, in all his beautiful green eyed glory, was my boyfriend. I looked at Edward whose face held an expressionless, cold disposition. I felt so bad knowing that I had hurt him.

“You know it babe.” Jacob said as he kissed my cheek softly. THUMP! I was aroused from my dream…nightmare, realizing it was thus and relieved it was over, but saddened by the horrible truth. Now I was faced with three options- 1) call Jacob and ask him what is going on, 2) call Jacob and say I need mental help, or 3) forget about Jacob and stay with Edward. I sat up and pulled my legs closer to my chest.

“Sorry did I wake you?” Edward whispered as he picked up a book from the floor.

“Yes, but I’m kind of glad you did.” I said as Edward raised his eyebrow at me with an expression that said ‘Tell-me-when-you-are-ready-because-I-can-tell-something-is-wrong.’ “What book is that?” I asked him quickly before he could ask any questions and start interrogating me.

“Oh, it’s just Twilight.” he replied nonchalantly.

“Oh…” I answered acting as comprehensively as possible.

Sadly, he saw right through me, chuckled at me, and answered, “Its about the this girl falling in love with this vampire guy. It’s fictional though.”

“Okay, I think I’ve read it before. Who’s it by?” I wondered aloud, intrigued by the fact that it’s fiction, and that it sounded oh so familiar.

“Umm… I’m not sure. Let me check.” he said as he got up to look at the book. It seemed like he already knew, but was just being polite. “It’s by Stephenie Meyer.” He looked at the cover before he answered me which made me wonder if I was right. “You can read it if you want. It’s not like you’re going to leave anytime today.” He burst our laughing hysterically as my faced turned into horror.

Wh-wh-what the hell do you mean ‘not leaving anytime soon‘?!” I exclaimed. So is this why he asked Rye to bring me great food… to break the f*cking ice?! I thought pretty pissed off.

“Oh, nothing… just that you’re staying an extra night or two.” he answered with a lopsided grin plastered onto his face. As I glared at him, a nurse came in to ask if I needed my pillow fluffed. While she was fluffing my pillow, she made noises that sounded like she was constipated or something. This made Edward and me laugh; of course we laughed after she left.

“What… was… she…” I tried to ask between my laughing fit. On that note, Ryan came in with a serious expression on his face. While Edward and I tried to contain our childish laughter, not succeeding I might add, Ryan waited patiently for us to stop. After five or so minutes, we finally stopped.

“What’s wrong?” Edward and I asked simultaneously. Edward smirked in my direction while I stuck my tongue at him. I’m so childish! I thought.

“Well, I think Edward should leave first.” Ryan said.

“NO!” I screamed though it took me a second to realize that I had screamed. I blushed and said, “I mean… whatever you want to say, you can say with him here…”

Edward smiled sweetly at me and replied, “Go on Rye, tell us.”

“Okay,” Ryan hesitated; he seemed antsy or nervous, “Well, which new do you want first? Good or… not so good?” he asked while avoiding the word ‘bad.’ Suspicious, what’s ‘not so good’ exactly. Only one way to find out, I guess. I thought.

“Well, how ‘bout the ‘not so good’ first.” I said while swinging my legs over the edge of the bed in my poor attempt to stand up. Edward grabbed my arm so I wouldn’t fall; I shuddered, feeling something I never wanted to feel ever again: love. The care that he had for me was too much. That, and he was really cold.

“Okay…” Ryan started, looking at Edward, whose body stiffened. He cleared his throat and continued, “Here I go. The… ‘not so good news’ is that… we got the tests back from the…rape.” My body automatically stiffened at the last word. He paused and continued, “You don’t have any STDs but…” My thoughts ran wild until I grasped my biggest fear. Am I pregnant with HIS baby?! Oh gawd, three words, three simple words! Come on, say them with me: You aren’t pregnant. Damn it! I thought. “You are pregnant.” Ryan finally finished. I could feel myself slowly collapsing; my legs went numb under me, I couldn’t breathe, and I could feel my legs giving out, but I never hit the floor because Edward had picked me up right on time. No, no, no! I thought.

“Oh my gawd. This can’t be happening.” I whispered weakly. “Edward, please stay here.” I begged. I then remember Ryan saying ‘Edward stay with her today.’ before everything went black again, but this time it wasn’t the medicine or me fainting; it was a panic attack.