Copyright © 2011 Kirsty Moseley
Chapter 22
I gulped as my mother looked at me, she looked so uncomfortable that I actually started to feel sick. I hadn't spoken to them since they found out about Ben and I didn't want to either, they'd made no attempt to contact me at all. Shouldn't it be them calling me? I'd done nothing wrong, shouldn't it be them that feel sick and come crawling to me to apologize? Ethan sighed and put me down on my feet pulling me close to his body putting his arm around my waist.
My dad was looking anywhere but me, wow not man enough to look at me, that's real nice!
"Aaliyah, we meant to call you." my mother stepped forward looking at me awkwardly as if she was waiting for me to freak out at any second or something and make a scene in the middle of the hospital reception.
"I'll bet." I said sarcastically.
"We didn't know....we thought..." she trailed off looking around nervously.
"You thought I was a lying cheap little wh0re, yeah I got that message loud and clear, you don't need to say it." I said smiling sweetly. I wouldn't let these people affect me anymore, I wasted enough time letting them make me feel bad and dirty, no more.
My dad looked up at me then, his face was the picture of remorse and sorrow, his eyes filled with tears as his chin trembled slightly. It was awful to see but he brought this on himself. If he wanted a relationship with me then he should have listened to me six years ago when I begged for help.
"I'm so sorry Aaliyah." he choked out.
I nodded, "Of course you are, and so you should be." I willed my voice not to break when I said it, I didn't want to show them any reaction, they didn't deserve to see my pain or how much they hurt me. They lost the right to access my feelings when they chose between their kids.
"Please Aaliyah, can we talk?" he begged looking between me and Ethan pleadingly, damn was he asking Ethan to talk some sense into me or something? He was fighting a losing battle asking Ethan for help, from what I understand from Ethan he wanted to kill my dad almost as much as he wanted to kill Ben.
"I don't think so." I muttered squeezing Ethan's hand for support.
My dad swiped the tear that fell down his cheek, "Ok I understand. What are you doing here anyway? Are you sick?" he asked looking at me worriedly.
Oh shit! I looked at Ethan for help, I could hardly tell them I was here for a scan for a baby I wasn't supposed to be carrying yet! Ethan smiled at me and held up his hand with the bandaged fingers. "We came to have someone look at my hand." he shrugged.
"Oh right yeah. How did you get on?" my dad asked wincing and swallowing uncomfortably.
"A couple of fingers were broken, no big deal." Ethan said with a small smile on his face, maybe he was remembering punching the crap out of Ben.
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