The Letter Says Don't Jump

Elena's POV

"Slowly. You're still weak." I said to Emily, whom I supported till we reached the couch.

"Dankeshen." Emily smiled nervously before placing her blonde locks behind her ear.

"You wait here and relax. I'll go and cook something for you so you can eat your medication afterwards."

"No. Don't. I'm fine. Really. you don't have to do all this for me." She said, clutching on to my arms.

"Nein. Nein. I insist on cooking. You just make sure you stick your butt to this couch, unless you want to pee of course." I replied, flashing my whites before making my way to the kitchen.

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"Don't mind asking but how did you end up like this?" I asked hesitantly as I played with my fingers.

"I just got unlucky while playing around I guess." She laughed half-heartedly and I couldn't help but shrug my shoulders.

I had this feeling that she was lying but I just shook it off.

"How old is it?

"About 6 months."

"Wow. 3 more months and we'll get to see that beautiful soul." I smiled, amazed by the little newborn in her womb.

I hope that I'll get to have a baby soon. The feeling of being a mother is just... Undescribable.

"Do you mind if I name her Elena?" She looked at me, worried but with hope, nevertheless.

I couldn't help but smile. I was still confused though to why she chose that name.

"Haha. Sure."

"You're not going to ask me why?"

"Ok... Why?"

"It's because of you." She smirked as she took another spoonful of her porridge.

"O....Kay...." I replied, not really positive of what to say.

"I've never thought that you're so nice, Elena. now I understand why Bill is heads over heels for you." She smiled as she took a hold of my hand.

This is a start of something new.

Wow.

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"Where are you going?" Bill asked as he stared at me while sitting on the bed.

"To Emily's house." I replied as I tied up my hair to a ponytail.

"Huh? Since when?" He raised his eyebrows as he stood up and wrapped his hands around my waist.

"Since last week. Why?" I smirked as I pinched his nose.

"I don't know. Don't you use to hate Emily?"

"I did but now I don't. She's pregnant."

"SHE'S WHAT?!?"

I just looked at Bill, trying hard not laughed at his expression as I sat down on the bed.

"She's pregnant. She got unlucky with some guy 6 months ago." I explained before Bill joined me.

"Wow. Does she know who the guy is?"

"Don't know... She doesn't want to tell me."

"Oh." He replied, staring at the mirror.

"Well then. I should be going. See you aite." I smiled before giving him a peck on his lips.

"Yeah. Don't take too long."

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"Emily? You in here?"

"Yeah! Just make yourself at home!' A screechy voice came from the bathroom connected to her room.

I just smirked before started picking random things up from the floor in her room. Too be short. I'm helping her clean her room. Haha.

I just picked up some random stuff. Bras, underwears, pillows.

Gosh. Doesn't she ever clean her room?

Just as I was about to sit down on her bed, a pink fluffly, feathery book caught my eyes.

I shouldn't...
I should...
But it's private!
Ouh just shut up!

I stood up, hesistantly, before taking the book in my hands.

Should I?

I thought a million times before flipping the pages until one particular entry....

Emily's POV

"Sorry I took so.... long?"

I stared around the room.

It was clean but something was not right when I saw my pink diary on the bed.

"No..."

I immediately took the book as just stared at the page she just read...

My world felt like it just crashed and burn. I'm pregnant. I am. It's 3 months old. No. I'm too young to get pregnant. Eliza left me as soon as she knew I was pregnant. Some kind of a bestfriend huh? Now I know how Elena felt when Ana left her for Bill and for me.
.......
What's worse... The baby is his child...

No. Elena.

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Elena's POV

"Hey. You're finally home."

I just stared at the window, ignoring his voice.

I felt him move near me before the bed sinked a bit.

I didn't flinched, nor did I moved.

"Elena? Are you alright?" He asked, his presence came nearer before he planted a light kiss on my neck.

I know he's confused. He's worried about my silence.

I couldn't help but let out a sigh before wiping my cheeks with the back of my hands.

"I'm sorry. I have to go."

"Wait. Where?" Bill looked at me as I started packing my bag.

"Away from here." I sneered.

"Nein! Why are you like this?" He shouted as he grabbed my hand.

"No! Why are you like that?!"

"Like what?!"

"Like a fucking whore! I hate you!"

"What did I do?!"

"You have a child, Bill! A fucking child which is not even mine but it's yours!" I snapped, tears flowing freely from my eyes as I collapsed on the bed.

The look on Bill's face was priceless. Nothing was written on it except for schoked and disbelief. His eyes had blanks in them.

It hurt me to see him lke that but it hurt me more to think that Emily is carrying his child. HIS child...

"What are you talking about..." Bill whispered as he slowly sat down on the bed beside me.

"Emily is carrying your child. Your child Bill."

"How could this happened?"

I fumed when tose four words escaped his mouth.

I stood up and took off my ring before tossing it to the ground.

"Let me tell you how. You're a fucking whory bitchy dog that will never change. You cheated on me. I was stupid enough to actually let myself believe that maybe you really love me during that first few months that we were dating. I was wrong. I'm sorry if I wasn't any good for you. We're through."

"But..."

"There's no more buts Bill. That child needs a father and you're its father. I'm not going to let Emily raise that child alone. I'm just... Sorry."

Those were my final words before I grabbed my bags and left the room, trying hard not to sob even though a million tears was falling from my eyes.

I couldn't breathe. I don't even think I was breathing at that point of time. My vision was blurred and all I could think of was how fragile Bill looked when I stormed out of the room, leaving him.

I'm sorry Bill... I really am.