Unexpected

TWENTY-THREE

Chapter Twenty-Three

Forever and Always

TWO WEEKS LATER

My fingers drumed against the steering wheel impatiently. I eyed the clock nervously, 10:48. "Shit." I mumbled, letting out a groan in frustration. I was getting more and more aggravated as the seconds ticked on. 

I honked the horn twice, letting out two sharp beeps. If he doesn't hurry up-- My thoughts were cut short as I watched my twin brother step out of the store, holding up a jar of pickles and a bottle of cranberry juice, with a big grin on his stupid face. 

"I swear I'm going to kill you if we're late." I grumbled out as soon as he got into the jeep, Stiles set the items in the back seat and pulled on his seatbelt while I pulled out of the parking lot. "You mean if you're late? I'm not the one who's grounded." 

A groan left my lips, how could I forget, I was the one who got in trouble-- Not the child who temporarily killed himself, but the child who had a bottle of vodka in her room. Yup, my dad's priorities sure were set straight. "It wasn't even mine!" I shouted in annoyance. 

Since dad got back from Scott and the pack's rescue mission, he's kinda been a hard ass. Last week, he found Danny's vodka in my room; and me being the good friend I am, refused to rat him out. Dad sure was pissed with that one...

"Victoria." My dad's voice carried throughout the house. I hummed in response from the couch, my eyes glued onto the television as I watched Bella confront Edward about his secret. "How long have you been seventee--" The television was turned off. 

I sat up on the couch, my juice spilling slightly onto my shirt but, honestly I didn't care. "Hey! I was watching that!" My dad had a very unamused expression on his face. I furrowed my brows in confusion until he placed a bottle on the coffee table. 

"What is this?" He demanded. I rolled my eyes, "Dad, do you seriously think I'd be drinking? I mean, hello.." I motioned to my stomach that was protruding slightly, and more visible in my tank top. 

My dad just sighed and rubbed his hand down his face, "then who's is it?" My mind thought back to Danny, my best friend. "Yeah, I can't tell you that. Sorry." I griminced slightly, feeling bad for not being able to tell my father the truth. 

"Then... you're grounded." He put his hands on his hips. I rose a brow, a smile pulling at my lips. "You're grounding me? Your pregnant daughter, for a bottle of vodka you found in her room?" My dad nodded, "a week. You will go to school and come home." 

My eyes widened, "but, dad--" He cut me off, "two weeks!"  I crossed my arms, leaning back against the couch with a pout. 

Thankfully, after last week, I was able to talk him down to me just having a strict curfew, which was eleven o'clock. "I'm surprised he grounded you." I nodded in agreement with my brother, "you and me both. And now I'm going to be in even more trouble because you took forever in the store!" 

Stiles scoffed, laughing slightly, "you're the one who just needed pickles and cranberry juice at 10:30." I shot him a glare out the corner of my eyes as we made our way onto the main road. "Hey, don't judge me and my cravings. They're not scheduled." 

"Why couldn't you have just gotten Scott to pick it up?" Stiles asked with a sigh. I rolled my eyes, "Dad took away Scott too, remember? No Scott for two weeks, which is fine by me." Stiles rose a brow in question. "Care to elaborate or are you gonna make me guess?"