Unexpected you

Chapter 33

    It's been two months since Lucas and I started up again... officially, and I have never been this happy. It's true, we still sneak around, and only five people know about our relationship, but that's okay because we have families and friends we want to protect. Especially when Shawn has suddenly started his shit again. He continues to make remarks about us getting back together, and his choice of words as of lately are concerning.

This past weekend, he showed up causing a ruckus on my mothers front lawn, and our neighbors were quite upset about the yelling. I don't get it, he had me—all of me for years, and he never cared. All of a sudden, the minute I took control of my life and moved on, he wants to be with me? Once again, he's becoming too much to deal with, and it's stirring up problems. But I've learned my lesson and I've called the police and got a restraining order. It had been the first time I've ever done so, and it felt so good.

Evelyn is now in charge of picking  Sofie up on Fridays, and she brings her back on Sunday night. I just don't trust Shawn's recent mood swings and my Mother doesn't need to deal with any of it. I know he hasn't attempted to put his hands on me in over a year—but the threats started back up and I can't let my guard down. On Saturday morning, he threatened to drag me into the car by my hair if I didn't talk to him. He was drunk out of his mind, tearing up my mothers lawn ornaments and tossing them into the street. I wasted no time picking up that phone and making the call I should've made years ago.

Lucas is always so worried and hates when I'm home alone, but I tell him, I can't and won't live my life in fear. That was the old me and she's been long gone. That being said, I have to be careful with those closest to me. Especially Isabel. Shawn has attacked her before and for some strange reason, continues to say things to her when she's around. I don't want her dealing with that. Especially in the current state that she's in.

Shawn  canceled his weekend with Sofie and I'm actually glad that he did. Because I never have her on the weekends, and it would be nice to be able to take her out without worrying about rushing home to get ready for work. If it were up to me, Shawn wouldn't be taking her at all. But the judge awarded him visitation rights two months ago. Because he now pays child support, and since I've never made any record of his abusive behavior in the past, I wasn't able to fight my case the way that I wanted to.

While Lucas spends the day with his brothers, I planned a full day of fun activities with my little girl. I decided last night that I wouldn't mention having the weekends off just yet, because I know him. He will for sure cancel his plans just to be with me, and I don't always want to take up his time. He needs to spend time with his family as well.

There's a boxing event on tonight, and he could use some time with the boys. Lucas did try to persuade me to take the day off and go with him, but I told him no. I'm just not ready to meet his family just yet. I suppose I'm scared about a few important things. Like the fact that I'm so young and have a daughter, and the fact that I'm still in the process of getting my life together. Thankfully, Lucas understands my feelings and has opted for backing off until I'm fully ready.

Hey bitch! Hey Slut!. WOULD THE BOTH OF YOU STOP CALLING EACH OTHER THOSE NAMES! Mother yells from her room and Isabella and I burst into laughter. My mother hates it when Isabel and I greet each other this way, and has asked us countless times to stop, but we won't. My sister isn't a slut and I'm no bitch, of course, but we've been greeting each other that way for years now and it's kinda our little inside joke. It started long ago, when we went to visit our father in Puerto Rico. His wife Margie had a couple of nieces who for some unknown reason couldn't stand my sister and I. Margie said that they were jealous of all the attention we were getting, but to be honest, I don't remember getting any attention at all. The girls just had it in for us and we knew that. Anyway, One day, during a party, we overheard them referring to us as a bitch and slut. They didn't even notice that we were standing nearby when they made the comment. But Isabel and I never got upset over it, and we just laughed it off. From that day forward, Isabella and I jokingly called each other Bitch and Slut.