Ill Call And Maybe You Could Answer

Chapter 1

Tessa's Point of View

" Hey Hun. Its me Tessa. Um, Joe we.. we miss you. I didn't want to tell you this way, but your not answering the phine. Well im preganat. If you care. So um.. call me back"I said softly into the phone.

He hasn't called in months since he has been on tour. I just sighed thinking about how Joseph the second would cry at night cause he couldnt she his father.

I didn't want to tell him I was preganat that way, but he would never return my pleading calls. I didn't even want to have anymore children J2 was alreadya hand full.

I walked to the bathroom slumped over. I looked on the mirro at my appearnece. My whitish-blonde hair was dull and my brilliant deep blue eyes had filtered out into this depressing gray.

I sighed will rubbing the bump in my stomach. I didn't want to bring this child into the life from he.ll.

I heard a loud bang come from the living room. I held my breath while running fill speed. See, in the living room therw is this large glass table with sharp endings and J2 just loved to jump of the couch and try to land on it.

" O-MI-GoD", was all I was to shierk. There on the floor lye my 4 year-old son with blodd gushing from his head. I ran over to him picking his lifeless body up.

I started heading to the front door. The ambulances took to long. But, the hospital was a fue short blocks away. I opened the door and took of running.

I pushed and shoved my way through the paparrazi that was always camped out side our house. Not looking I tripped, I feel on my knees so Joseph wouldnt hit his head. I felt a slight rip.

I yeled out in pain but got up. I had to get my son to the hospital if it is the last thing I do....