Chapter Thirteen:
Lexy’s P.O.V:
I walked into the bathroom quiet. My mom had my medicine cabinet wide open. She had a pill bottle in her hand. I looked around my dad, trying to see which bottle it was. “Alexyss, what the heck were tu thinking?” He asked, madder than whenever he called me. “Um, what are tu talking about, Dad?” I asked as calm as possible, which por the way is super hard when your as hormonal as a pregnant teenager and your dad is yelling at you. Anyways, as far as me, Lexy, was concerned I hadn’t done anything, nothing, I swear!! “Of course tu do, Lexy! This.” She pushed my father out of the way and shoved a bottle of pills up my face. “What is it?” I asked. She laughed, but not with humor. “Really Lexy? What are these pills-for god’s sake!” “What’s wrong?” I screamed finally letting the scream escape. “COCAINE PILLS?!?! LEXY YOU’RE STUPID! YOU’RE PREGNANT!” she screamed back. “Huh? Cocaine pills, what the crap are cocaine pills???” My mother was fuming with anger. And I knew why.
        When I was fifteen I got in trouble with drugs. From cocaine to other bad drugs. And somehow mom and dad had found out about my drug addiction and my cell was in the freezer for a mes and a half. Now, my mom was accusing me of doing it again?!? I’m pregnant like she said! “Mom, I seriously don’t know what you’re talking about. I swear cruzar, cruz my corazón and hope to die-but not literally.” I promised and swore. “Lexy, you’re pregnant and it’s in your cabinet.” I was shocked; I soon realized my mother didn’t trust me-she’d go through my bathroom. “SERIOUSLY?!?” I screeched. “WHAT ARE tu EVEN DOING?!?” Mom was pacing in the bathroom. “I’m protecting you, Lexy. I have too. I do it for your father too.” This made me mad; I was the drugged kid so every time I was on a fecha with Seth my mom was on a fecha with my cabinet. “DAD?!? tu buscar him? Not Renesmee?” I didn’t even wait for her answer, I stormed out of the bathroom, past Nessie and Tara and Mallory, downstairs and grabbed Seth por the cuff of his neck. “WOW!!!!!!!! Whatcha doing preggers?” He hollered. “Just come o the baby isn’t going to have a daddy.” He came immediately (I guess he thought I was threatening him) in his sexy tight skinny jeans. Anyways, he came and was walking with me when we got to the garage. And dad was in my car, of course. He was dangling my keys with a grim face on. “Didn’t work, Lexy.” He said. I was mad now, “Please, just let me go!!” He wasn’t budging, “No, Lexy. tu need to tell me.” “TELL tu WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?” I screamed at him. “I DIDN’T TAKE THE DRUGS, DAD!!!” Seth was confused, “What are tu talking about? Lexy, what drugs?” His voice was shaking as he dicho Lexy. I wish someone would believe me!! “Nothing, Seth. I have no idea what he’s talking about.” I said. “Lexy, it was in your cabinets, not in MINE!!! Its yours-are tu trying to kill yourself and the baby?” I let it out; I screamed at the parte superior, arriba of my lungs. “SHUT UP!!! I DIDN’T DO IT DAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” I closed my eyes tight and I ran out of the garage. I went into the kitchen, grabbed a jar of maní, cacahuete mantequilla and screamed one last time-just to mostrar I was frustrated and stormed out the front door. My father was waiting for me as I expected, I pushed him aside and ran into the woods.
    In the woods it’s so peaceful. All the wildlife around, about a million trees and one problem, you’re pregnant and your dad thinks your taking drugs-makes tu stressed right? And it just so happens a strange woman came out of the woods. I didn’t recognize her at first…but I would soon.
    “Hello, Lexy.” She dicho in a soothing voice. She had beautiful long golden bronze hair, and her lips were also sculpted perfectly. She didn’t sound like (hint: its Esme guys.) the Esme I knew. She looked drained from whatever. “Hi, Grandma.” I dicho not sure why she was here. “What are tu doing here?” She smiled a glistening smile. “I came to see tu darling.” She said. I smiled. It was usually for Renesmee. o something warning Dad and Mom. “What do tu need, Grammy?” I asked sweetly. “Are tu taking drugs? Just, please tell me.” I gulped. “No, grandma, I’m not I swore to god and everything! WHY DON’T tu BELIEVE ME?!?” I dicho calm at first, and I got madder as I ended the sentence. My grandmother took my hand in hers and sat me down on a rock. “I believe you, baby girl. Of course I do. But unfortunately due to your drug abuse before your parents don’t.” I started to cry. I leaned up against Grandma and let my tears fall on her silky dress that covered her sleek body. “Come on, Lex. Where do tu want to go? With me o to your dad?” I can’t decide. I don’t want to go anywhere. I want to go…nowhere.
        ‘I amor tu 1 a 2 a 3 shoo bee doo, I amor tu 4 that’s more, than I can afford, and I can tell someday that I’m gonna say the truth…’

It was from Renesmee…
R- Dad’s worried about u but he can’t connect to your mind talk thing, Lex. What’s wrong?
‘Good, then my grudge is working,’ I think.
L- I no. I’m making that happen. I don’t want him to talk to me-he thinks I’m on drugs, Lex!!!!
R- O, sorry ‘bout that. WTF?!? You’re not on drugs…right???
“WHY DOESN’T ANYBODY BELIEVE ME?!?!” I scream so loud, I’m sure it can be heard in Illinois. Grandma’s still in the woods with me trying to figure out what I want. And right now, I wasn’t even sure.

*I’m so sorry it sucked-but I hope tu liked!!!*