The Inglorious Years They Call High School

Sometimes Children Know Best

My parents weren't arguing as much lately, it was strange, they refused to tell me what was going on and they had hidden all of my perscriptions. Which really only made me angry, we had established that I was to look after myself-they even had me buying my own food and doing everything a mother usually does for her child myself.

"MOTHERRR" I chortled.

"WHHHAAAAAAAAT" my Mother screamed back at me. Now knowing where she was I ran to her bathroom.

It was a shiny clean new bathroom, big shower, deep bath and a double basin bench. The walls are covered about half way with deep blue glistening tiles (the small square tiles), with a large floor to roof window on the left of the room facing a lovely little garden filled to the brim with all different kinds of plants and decoration. But I walked into see a mess of a bathroom, (quite unlike how my dearest mother keeps it) and a mess of a mother aswell.

"Mum, what's wrong? Are you okay?" I questioned her, watching with concern as she wiped her eyes trying to hide her waterstained face. But she had a white stick kind of thing in her left hand, "Mum, what is that you're holding? Is that what I think it is? Please tell me what that is" I asked before she could answer any of my other questions.

She wouldn't answer me, the seconds were ticking by ever so slow as I awaited her denial.

"Mum, give that here" I harshly said as I began to wrestle what I already knew was a pregnancy test from her grasp. Once I had the flimsy stick in my hand I had a look at a result that I had again already assumed was positive. Yup, positive, my mother was pregnant, and I highly doubted it was my Father that had helped to bring this embrio into being."Who is the Dad?" I put it as much kindness as I could into the question.

"I-I I don't know, not  clue, too many to know" Mum answered so softly I barely heard.

I sat down beside her and pulled my fragile Mother into my arms. "It's okay Mum, with or without a Dad that baby will be well off with you,  you are a good Mum. Even better when you aren't arguing with Dad, you can do this and I'll help any way I can" I was telling her what she needed to hear. She of all people wouldn't be able to handle a baby, especially with my Father around."Where are we going to start eh?" I cherrily provided as I began to help her up from the floor.

"You really think I can do this? Even if I was on my own?" She doubtfully asked.

"Yes, we both know that Dad doesn't help you much, never really did. And you did a pretty good job with me and well, no one really knows whats going on with boy child over in Tazzy" I offered her ego. "You are a good mother, you will do well with a baby, you have done it twice already. Like I said, I'll help wherever I can and I'm sure you have friends who will help out if you need it. You can do it."

"Thank you sweety. What do you think we should do?" She questioned, wanting someease for her confusion.

"I'm not sure yet, but don't tell Dad. He won't be any help. Just give me the day and I'll give you a hand in sorting this out okay?" I told her as sweetly as I could waiting for her to agree so I could get ready for school, finally remembering it was a Thursday.  That also meant it's movie night with Jill and Scott.

"Yes, okay sweety. Will I see you this afternoon before you go to Jills?" She questioned, looking a bit worse for wear already.

"Yes, I'll tell her that I need to see you before we go to her house" I confirmed as I left the bathroom to finish getting ready for school.

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I had told Jill I would go to her house at around 4:30 but I needed to discuss with my mother some personal matters. She ofcourse thought I meant some counselling business that I had yet to really tell her about, Scott had more of a clue as to what was going on in my life as usual.

But as I walked into the living room I found my father with another woman, again, and all thoughts of my day were erased by the disgusting sight before me. I loudly pretended to clear my throat, and again. And for my third attempt "Daddyyyyy" I drawled loudly. I didn't have any of his attention, it was all on the whore he had on stradling him on the lounge. I had enough of the moans filling the room, it was truly disgusting. So I threw the wine bottles from the dining table at the wall, one at a time. Both the woman and my father jumped apart like teenagers when I threw the first bottle but I threw the other two just to make my point. I wasn't happy and he shouldn't have some whore on the couch in the living room when I was going to be home. Dad opened his mouth to give me some bullshit excuse so I turned around to walk away and find my Mum. Just like that I decided what Mum needed to do.

I found her in my bedroom, sobbing on my bed. Damn, I just washed my sheets. "Mum, I have an idea. But you have to trust me. Please don't get upset" I pleaded. Taking her silence as agreement I continued. "I think maybe it's time you two get a divorce. It hasn't been a functioning relationship for a while now so maybe it's time for that. We can sort out money things if we need to but you will be better off without dad."

"You're probably right" she sniffled "he won't be good to this baby."