Ashley's pov "Ashley hurry up you're going to be late for school!" Mom shouted from down stairs. I sighed looking at my reflection one last time in the mirror before going down stairs. Arden was already seated on one of the stools beside the island. A plate full of pancakes and bacon. Dad was seated beside him. Both quiet as they ate. Mom was also really silent as she flipped the pancakes on the pan before her. And when I went to join them it got even more awkward. You could tell the awkward tension was still in the air. After mom had bailed out dad, he refused to admit that he went to far in breaking Peter's leg. It led to a huge argument at the police station with I having to witness it. I remember feeling that all this was my fault. If I had just filed the report against Peter then things would not have gotten so extreme. I remember wanting to crawl into a hole and die as the officer asked me questions pertaining about the assault. My cheeks were stained crimson as I tried to keep my breathing under control. They had led me to a private room. Asked me plenty questions until all I could see was Peter pinning me to the desk. Through my cloudy mind I heard the question. "Do you want to file a report against him?" Without even thinking my lips part to say yes. I didn't care then, to lost in feeling disgusted at the thought of Peter ever touching me again or another girl. That was the first step to feeling relieved. When I had left that room, it had felt like the weight on my shoulders had lifted, disappeared. I felt strong. And when I walked into Blake's arms and buried my face in his shirt as he wrapped his protective arms around me, I knew I had done the right thing. "I'm pregnant." Her still body faced the pan, her head down as she looked at the pancake. Her voice brings me back to reality. I'm not the only one shocked by the revelation. The bacon dad pinched between his fingers dropped on the breakable circular plate. The soft clank disturbs the silence. She hadn't turned to stare at us. Dad though eyes glistened with unshed tears. "Lily, baby, are you serious?" He gulped looking at his wife in adoration. She sighs and turns to face us, gives a soft smile and nods. "I found out lastnight after you know..." She drawls out. Her eyes widen before she rushes out. "I know we didn't plan it-" Before she could finish dad had already ran to her side and hoisted her up. "Fuck yeah my sperm still works!" He cheers looking up at her as she giggles happily. "I love you." He sighs dreamily, eyes twinkling with happiness. "I love you too baby." Mom whispers as he gently place her down but still holds her in his embrace. "God I love you." Dad mumbles atop of her head. My heart warms. I'm going to be a big sister again. A warm smile splits on my lips as I too ran into the hug. We feel another body join us as we cheered. And just like that the awkward tension lifted and was replace by happiness. "I'm going to be his favorite sibling." Arden boasted. I narrow my eyes. "It's going to be a girl and I will be her favorite!" I argued sticking out my tongue. "And besides no one wants your stinky butt near them." I joked and later regretted it when he pinches my side. ____________ "I'll meet you in the cafeteria." I told Ryan as I proceed to my locker. "Okay. I'll save you a seat." He jokes. It was not anyone else would seat at our table other than Ryan, Blake and I and occasionally Rosalie, Liam and Arden. I rolled my eyes and began to open my locker. When I had gotten here in the morning I was anxious and afraid of to get another note. But when I opened the locker and searched through it's contents there was no such. No note, no creepy and private photos of Blake and I. I was relieved. I also believe that it was probably Peter who was the creep after all. "Shit." I curse remembering that I had left one of my books in the english class. I closed my locker and whirled around to amble towards the class. The hallway was almost cleared as the students went to have lunch. I caught the pity stares of some of those who lingered around. I drop my eyes to the floor. Everyone heard about what happened with Peter and I. Now everyone treated me like glass, those who used to poke fun at me now asked if I was okay. It was overwhelming. The attention I now recieved. I hated it. "Are you play Ashley?" One girl who I wasn't familiar asked me with a tiny awkward smile on her lips. I forced out a tiny smile as I nodded. "I am fine, thank you for asking." I mumble continuing my way to the english class.Hopefully the teacher would not be there. I hated that even the teachers treated me like I was a breakable ornament. It was like everyone was walking on egg shells around me. I breathed out a sigh of relief when the class comes into view. My hands wrap around the handle ready to open when I halt. My eyes widen slightly when I see Stacy talking to someone. I retract my hands and walk to the side of the door so I could see who she was speaking to. Through the glass I could spot a familiar dark haired boy. I squint my eyes, cursing softly for forgetting my glasses today. My heart thumps painfully when I recognize that it was Blake. They were speaking in a hushed voices. I could not hear a thing other than watching their lips move. They were close, too close. My heart drops and pain slide through me when Stacy buries her hands in Blake's hair and pull his mouth down to hers. I gasp and stumble away from the door, feeling pain wretched through me. My vision is blurry as I turn around and ran away. The lingering students ask me if I was okay as I brush pass them. I don't answer as I make my way to the bathroom. I wanted to rip my heart out of my chest. That's how painful it was.