Innocent

Chapter 6

So, after I pushed Emma down the stairs, I realised she wasn't conscious - I learnt all about that stuff in school when I was in England.

Anyway, I got really scared and started dialling all sorts of numbers. I didn't know who to call, but then I thought of Mum. She wasn't picking up, so that meant she was in a meeting. When I called Dad, it went straight to voicemail. This was serious, so I kept calling and calling and calling, until:
"Dad! I need you to come quickly. I accidentally pushed Emma..." I spluttered, all at once.
"You did WHAT?! Wait, slow down and start again. What happened?!"
So I tried to slow down as I explained it all again, but there was still that panicking sound in my voice.
"... And it's all my fault!" I wept.

Dad tried to comfort me and said he'd pick up Esme and come straight home. Then I felt really guilty. I hadn't even thought about little Esme and how she'd react. It really was all my fault.

Dad came around half an hour later with Esme next to him, sobbing her heart out. Dad drove all of us, Emma included - obviously - to the hospital as fast as he could. Dad claimed it was an emergency and the doctors looked at our three pink tearful faces. They took Emma straight to the emergency and babies' side of the hospital. They got the emergency part right, but then I wondered why they took her to the babies' side. I was soon able to ignore that and my eyes were fixed on poor Emma.

"Is the baby gonna be alright?" Blurted Esme.
"Baby?!" I gasped in horror.
"Erm... Yeah, I was gonna tell you, I promise. Emma and I are having a baby. Heh." Dad nervously chuckled.
"Does Mum know about it?"
I could tell by his face that she did. I stormed out - which, if you haven't already guessed, is what I do whenever I get angry - and sat on one of the waiting chairs as I cried. And that's when I found out about the very last secret my parents kept from me.

Esme soon came looking for me. She asked why I stormed out and I answered with:
"Because my whole life is filled with stupid lies which hides the truth my parents want to keep from me!"
Then I lowered my voice a little and wondered if she was mad at me for what I did. She said she wasn't and that she knew what it was like for all that anger to just rush out of you, making you do something you regret. She also ensured me that Dad probably wasn't too mad either, but I might get into serious trouble at home.

We both went in the room and Dad thanked Esme for talking me into coming back. Esme just smiled, then she looked at Emma and her eyes became all teary.