"Why didn't you tell me?" he whispers as I walk next to him.
"Because you were to busy to spend time with me." I say, getting ticked off.
"I don't know if I can do this." he says, looking at me.
"What do you mean?" I say, confused.
"A baby. I just started my career, Belle!" he starts shouting at me.
I step back, astonished by him yelling. "Louis, it's your baby!" I say.
"Well, I can't take care of it, Belle. I can't do this. I'm sorry." he says, walking out of the house.
I fall to the floor and start bawling my eyes out. How can he do this? This is partly his fault! How can he think fame is more important then his child and me? I stand up and stumble into our bedroom and lay on the bed, my dress twisted around me. I hear a door open and my sister, Valerie yell,
"Belle! Where are you? Louis just left!"
I hear her run up the steps, then I hear her gasp.
"Belle, babydoll, what's wrong?" she says.
I cry even harder.
"Belle, tell me." she says, lifting me up and hugging me, close.
"Louis.. left... me...." I say, leaving out the pregnancy part.
We had a pack, that she and I would get pregnant at the same time, so are kids can be the same age. She will be mad at me.
"What?! Why?!" she shouts, pissed off.
"Well... I'm...I'm pregnant.."