I'll be the Brightest, You'll See

"You need to tell Vic about this." Mike ran his hand through his hair. I looked at his bed head and it kinda made me giggle.

"We aren't on speaking terms though, last night was weird." I shrugged. Mike looked at me and then rolled his eyes.

"He came over to check on you, he heard you scream so he sprinted over within seconds. Despite how he feels about you and the break up; he cares." Mike sighed.

"Okay, I guess I understand a little." I rubbed my face a little.

"It's just gonna get worse if you don't tell him, you can't always have us here to protect you with out everyone finding out about him." Mike frowned at his statement. He's so right, I can't deny that but telling vic is the last thing I want to do.

"Let's be real here, Vic really doesn't care anymore. He just wants to act like he does so he isn't judged." I said with such a horrible tone.

Mike snapped his head up. "Don't be horrible about him just cause you feel insecure about telling him. He cares so much about you and he didn't cheat on you. As much as you don't want to believe it, he didn't." Mike ranted. "Honestly, I love you to pieces and it scares me that you're going through this and not telling anyone but you can't take it out on my brother because it's just totally unfair. He loves you so fucking much, so much. I don't think I've ever seen anyone love like he does." Mike shook his head.

"Sorry what do you want me to do? I'm so messed up." I put my head in my hands and began to cry.

"If you're so messed up and crazy then how come you haven't taken your bipolar medicine for months and nothing has happened to you?" He questioned. I raised my head and looked at him. I've honestly forgotten all about it and he's right, I've been totally fine.

"When did you notice?" I frowned.

"Before we left for tour, I was looking for a spare toothbrush while Alysha was still here and I noticed a full tub of your medication with the dates for April." Mike explained to me. I looked at him and frowned even more. It's so weird. How could I be bipolar and not have to take medication.

"This is so weird." I shook my head, totally confused.

"Maybe he faked it. It's not unlike him to lie." Mike pointed out, my head was spinning. I began to feel extremely sick. "Are you okay? You've turned totally pale." Mike asked, frantically.

A wave of nauseating sickness built in my stomach and I had to leave the room. I jumped up off my bed and ran for the bathroom, slamming the door behind me and throwing up in the toilet. It scared me a little because this is exactly how I felt when I was pregnant. My eyes widened in shock. "Oh shit." I mumbled to myself.

"Scarlett? Are you okay in there?" Mike asked as he knocked on the door.

"Yeah I'm fine." I quickly flushed the toilet and then peeled myself off the floor. I washed my face quickly and rinsed my mouth out with mouthwash.

I opened the door and he looked at me with a raised eyebrow. "Explain." He sounded concerned.

"I was sick." I mumbled, scared to look at him.

"In the morning..." He persisted. I rolled my eyes and tried to walk around him but he wouldn't let me past.

"Excuse me." I said with a loud groan.

"When you explain yourself." He demanded. I didn't dare look at him though. "Are you pregnant?" He asked. I slowly looked up at him and the fear began to build in me.

"I don't know." I mumbled, covering my face with my hands and crying a little. Mike wrapped his arms around me and cradled my sobbing figure.

"It's gonna be okay." He mumbled, I could tell from the tone of his voice he wasn't so sure himself but he was trying to be as helpful as possible. And that's what I appreciated.

Notes

Just what she needed???!!!???!?!