25th December 2009

Bailey’s POV

At about six am Jeremy had crept into his room (which Jenna insisted that I should stay in, whilst Jeremy slept on the couch) waking me up to tell me it was Christmas. I loved Christmas, and that would never change, but I was tired and being woken up didn’t make me too happy. Once he woke me up, he dragged me downstairs where a Christmas tree stood in the living room.

The first thing I did was made my way to the kitchen and turn the kettle on to make myself a cup of coffee to help me keep awake, while Jeremy ran upstairs to wake up Elena and Jenna. It was surprising that he was sixteen; he didn’t act it a lot of the time, and now was one of those moments when he acted like a child.

I poured out four cups of coffee for us all. When the three came downstairs, Jenna and Elena both came over to take a mug of coffee, and Jeremy followed but clearly not needing the caffeine.

“Merry Christmas,” Jenna smiled.

“Merry Christmas,” We all responded taking a seat in the living room.

Jeremy and I sat on the two seated sofa, whilst Jenna and Elena sat on the three seated sofa, drinking our coffee.

Once we had all drunk our coffee, Jenna made her way into the kitchen to put the meet into the oven, whilst Elena went to shower, and Jeremy and I sat in the living room together.

“Are you going to phone your aunt?” He questioned.

“Nah, she is really busy. If she has a free moment then she’ll phone me but I don’t want to annoy her,” I shrugged.

He sighed, not asking me anymore questions. It was clear that he thought my aunt and I had a bad relationship. I guess we did have a bad relationship mainly due to her not existing.

We all got ready for people to turn up for Christmas. Seen as I didn’t have Christmas clothes, I had been forced into other peoples. I was wearing Elena’s Christmas leggings and sleepers, whilst I wore Jeremy’s oversized Christmas jumper over the top. It looked like Christmas had thrown up on me. I tied my brunette hair into a pony tail, before making my way down the stairs.

As I walked down the stairs, the doorbell went off. Jenna was in the kitchen, whilst Jeremy was in the bathroom and Elena was in her room.

“I’ll get the door,” I called to the three occupants of the house.

I walked to the door opening it up. Stefan stood in the doorway, along with a dark haired man who I guess was probably his brother Damon.

“Hello Stefan,” I smiled, “And you must be Damon?”

“Hi Bailey,” Stefan smiled in return.

“And yeah, I’m Damon, the attractive Salvatore brother,” He smirked putting his hand out for me to shake.

I shook his hand, “I’m Bailey, I’m… Jeremy’s ‘friend’.”

“A ‘friend’?” He chuckled.

I rolled my eyes. He didn’t seem like the most pleasant person in the world and I could see that he would probably be rather annoying and just a pain.

Letting the pair in, I then closed the front door behind them. Elena ran down the stairs, and Jeremy trailed behind her.

Soon after the Salvatore’s arrived, the other guests arrived too. Jenna wasn’t joking when she said that the house was going to be packed.

Dinner was ready soon, so we all squashed around a table to eat dinner. It was kind of awkward seen as I was squashed next to Jeremy and Matt. Everyone was basically sat with their shoulders pressed against the people next to them, but it wasn’t like Jeremy and Matt were small guys, they were a lot taller than me and relatively muscular, whereas I was relatively short and small, so I could barely move.

After the meal, (which I barely ate any of) we all sat down in the living room to swap presents. I felt like a complete idiot, as I was the only one dressed in Christmas clothes from top to bottom, and now we all had, the weird paper hats from the crackers.

We passed around the presents to one another. I had only got people generic presents as I didn’t really know anyone here. I had heard about them from school, but I had no idea what any of the people here were like. So to solve this issue I mass bought boxes of chocolate, as to be honest I had no idea what to buy people for Christmas.

The only person I ever had to buy presents for was my Dad, and generally I didn’t buy him anything, as he said he’d be more thankful to just keep his money, than make me go buy something for him with his money, that he didn’t want.

Out of all the people here, I only got Alaric, Jenna and Jeremy something different to a box of chocolate. It wasn’t like I could afford anything extravagant, but I decided to get them something at least a bit nice. I got Jenna a necklace, Alaric a tie and Jeremy a t-shirt. Not the best presents but they were more original that chocolates- but not by much.

Most people had given me money for Christmas, mainly as they didn’t realise I would be here, but nevertheless it was nice for them to give me anything. Jenna gave me a new blanket, before asking whether she could burn my old one, as it was completely ratty and destroyed. Alaric had gotten me a book that I had talked to him about in our catch-up sessions. Elena gave me a charm bracelet whilst Jeremy gave me a teddy bear and a locket, which had a picture of us in on one side, and nothing on the other side.

We all thanked one another. The adults, well those who weren’t still in education went into the kitchen, meaning Jenna, Alaric, Damon and Liz left the room.

This meant the rest of us were left in the living room.  We kept sat in the circle that we were in previously but moved in slightly to fill in the spaces of the people who had left the circle.

It was kind of awkward seen as I didn’t really know any of them other than Elena and Jeremy, but I didn’t know Elena too well.

There wasn’t much for us to do, to be honest, but rather than sit there in silence we began to play games such as truth or dare. After a couple of games and many embarrassing interactions from us all, I realised that I felt very sick once again. I honestly felt as if I was going to hurl right now.

Hastily I excused myself from the group before running up the stairs and into the bathroom. I got a few odd looks from the people in the circle but I would rather be sick in the toilet than in the middle of the circle of people.

As soon as I got to the bathroom, I closed the door and locked it before kneeling in front of the toilet bowl and emptying the contents of my stomach. After I was sick, I flushed the toilet going over to the sink and brushing my teeth. Once I had done so I put the toilet lid down, sitting on it with my head in my hands.

The reality dawned on me. It was clear why I had been being sick, and I couldn’t believe I was so stupid to not realise it or even prevent it.

I had been thinking that this sickness and nausea was due to the drugs. I had no idea what would occur in withdrawal symptoms, but I guessed that this sickness and nausea was due to it- now I knew it was wrong.

It was clear. I had been throwing up for a while, and I had been nauseous too. As well as that I had been continuously fatigued and I had missed my last two periods.

What was I going to do?

How was I supposed to tell Jeremy?

How was I supposed to support a child?

I was homeless and pregnant, and let’s not forget I am a recovering drug addict, how would I do this?

Taking a deep breath, I ran a hand through my hair. I then continued to think about this and how I would handle it when a knock on the door knocked me out of my thoughts.

“Bailey, are you okay?” a voice called.

I think the person behind the door was Bonnie, but I couldn’t be completely sure.

“No,” I stated.

There was no point in lying to her. I wasn’t okay, and I couldn’t hide that at all.

“Can you let me in?” She questioned.

I stood up wiping away as many of the tears from my face as I could, then I opened the door to her. Bonnie stood there with a concerned smile on her face.

“What’s wrong?” She questioned entering the bathroom.

She walked across the bathroom opening one of the adjoining doors, which led to Jeremy’s bedroom. With that she led me into his room closing the door, turning the light and sat on the edge of the bed patting the spot next to her.

“What’s wrong Bailey? Are you ill, or did we say something wrong?” She asked softly as I sat down next to her.

“No, it’s not your fault. I did something really bad, and I’ve screwed everything up. Everything is just going so badly, and I just had to make it worse,” I sobbed.

She wrapped an arm around my shoulders pulling me into a hug.

“I’m sure whatever you did isn’t that bad. Do you want to talk about it? I know we don’t really know one another that well, but I want to help you Bailey. You seem like such a nice girl,” She smiled softly.

“I… I think I’m pregnant,” I stated with a sob.

She let out a sigh, obviously not expecting that as my answer to what is wrong with me.

“Oh Bailey,” She said calmly hugging me tightly, “Have you used a test?”

“No. I’ve only just realised the possibility,” I sighed.

“Okay. In the morning, I’ll take you to get a test. I’m staying the night, so if we wake up early then we can go out and buy a couple for you to use,” She smiled lightly.

I nodded.

“Thank you Bonnie. Can you please not tell anyone? I want to find out for sure first and then, if I am, I want to tell people,” I stated.

“Of course Bailey, just one question, do you know who the Father is?” She said.

“Jeremy.”

“Are you completely sure?”

“100%”

Jeremy would hate me. It wasn’t like we were dating or anything. Well it did feel like we were in a relationship, but there wasn’t anything official to it. I highly doubted he felt anything romantic for me. He was so sweet though, and I would just ruin his life. Granted it was equally his fault, but I should have been smarter than to get myself into this predicament.