An Auntie at 14.

Chapter 20! xx :)

I was sat between Luke and Harry outside the Maternity ward, my legs were jumping up and down like slinkies down stairs, I couldn't keep still. My hands were clammy, I had beads of sweat trickeling down my face, my hair was sticking to my forehead and all I wanted to do was fast forward time, but if anything it just slowed down. The nurse had been by a minute ago to say that she was fully dilated, whatever the hell that meant. We'd all given her a breif nod and, 'thanks' but the second she left Luke shot me the exact puzzled look I was going to give him. I don't know why I expected him to know what it meant, it's not like he'd ever been in this sinario before. All we could do was wait, I thought Luke would be in there with her but he said he was really bad with blood, apparently he passed out when he got a paper cut once, so I don't want to know what would happen if he saw the birth of his child, covered in blood.

I couldn't handle sitting still anymore, I stood up and headed for the loo, any where but sat in those gaggable yellow chairs would be fine with me. I scurried inside and jumped at the two girls standing by the sink, they were both crying, one was pregnant, or just really fat and the other just looked like she'd been drinking too much. I tried to discreetley fast walk so it didn't look like I was avoiding eye contact. I didn't actually need the loo, I just wanted to be able to move around for a minute or two before Luke came hunting for me, all he wanted right now was me to reassure him. Which I wanted to do obviously but I was worried about her too and Luke was way too concerned about Paris to reassure me. I sat down on the toilet seat and pulled loosely at my hair, wondering how long I could sit here before the girls outside realised I probably wasn't peeing.

"B,but he promised he'd be here!" One of the girls wept hysterically.

"Oh hunny I know, but you'll be fine without him, I'll be here for you!" The other one said, reasuringly.

"He promised he wouldn't miss another scan though!" She cried again. I sat there and listened to her crying for at least five minutes, I was 'this' close to going out there and trying to talk sense to this girl. Whoever she was weeping over he clearly was a complete...naughty language. God knows how many times she'd been stood up but she wasn't very good at getting the point, he was pretty obviously avoiding her. I stood up and flushed the loo ready to tell a complete stranger she was being a complete idiot and should seriously consider doing the same thing he was. When I heard the door open and one of the girls gasp.

"Sorry, I know that I clearly shouldn't be in here but there isn't another girl in here is there? I can't find her." At last, I was being hunted down.

"Um, yes, I think she's still in here, she's been a while though.." I opened the door and was greeted by the curious (and slightly puffy eyed) faces of the two girls. I shot them an embarassed smile and breifly mentioned something about a 'monthly thing' so they didn't think I was just there to listen to their conversation before scurrying out the loo after Harry.

"You are alright aren't you?" He asked, turning around the second the door was shut behind me.

"Oh, yeah I'm fine, just couldn't sit still." I replied nervously. I wasn't really feeling that good to be honest, it wasn't my head, I was completley over that now. Just the situation, Mum in hospital, dad in hospital, Paris in labour, best freind 'love' dilema, Luke freaking out and me just I dont know, worried. Everyone I cared about had some sort of crisis going on all at once, not that I really cared about Dad but he was tied up in what I did care about.

I mean, I know he's my Dad and everyone says you have to have some feeling for them but I honestly don't think I could hate the man more. The first two years of my life were like anyother childs, not that I can remember them, but thats kind of the point, all of my memories including my father revolved around violence. This doesn't really make me see him as the perfect role model. Hed always liked Alcahol a little too much but we could deal with that because he never went too over the top. Until about a week after my sixth birthday. Mum had got annoyed with him because he'd bet my birthday present money on a horse, which won but he didn't tell us that. So Mum gave him more money to get my present. He then gambled all of it and lost, then he spent the rest of the evening drowning in vodka and God knows what else. He came home at like 3 am swearing and slurring with some cheap blonde attached to his hip.