Carrier

Baby Showers Bring Dark Hours

Liam's POV

I am beyond anxious. If I could I would be pacing the floors or helping do chores, but if I stand for more than five minutes I am ushered back to the couch.

I sit at the dinning room table helping Waliya and Safaa frost hundreds of sugar cookies. It's the only think they'll let me do, but it is something.

"You're really quiet Lili. Are you okay? Aren't you excited?" Safaa asks me her own eyes lit up with excitement. She is so excited to see everybody again. She can't wait to hang out with Louis' siblings, see Theo, and the news twins and she's excited for her new nephews or nieces to be born soon.

"I am exited. It's just somebody I really am not looking forward to seeing is coming," I confess biting my lip in order to hopefully hold in my tears of fear.

"Who? Why didn't you just not invite this person?" Safaa asks genuine worry in her eyes that look so much like her brother's.

"It's my dad. He's not really supportive of... my situation," I say the words knowing that they are an understatement. A HUGE understatement and it all began with the news of me being a Carrier.

Flashback

I come home numb. My mum keeps telling me that everything is going to be okay, the doctors will take care of me, we'll keep it secret and she'll keep me safe, but all I can think is my life will never be the same.

"Is what Ruth told me true?" my dad yells in greeting. The anger in his eyes making me freeze in the entry way.

"Geoff, I was going to tell you. I just have to take care of Liam first. He's scared. He needs us right now please let us talk about this later," my mom pleads with my dad grabbing my arm as if to protect me from him.

"Karen, he's not even our boy! He's some mutant! He can get pregnant! Our SON can get pregnant! What's next?! Will he come out as a fag as well?! Just sell him to the highest bidder! He'll be out of out hair then! We can't afford to take care of it!" my dad's words bring tears to my eyes.

My life is ruined. I'm a freak, a fag, just like all the kids at school have said. No wonder I didn't make it though the X-Factor people like me don't get to do things like that.

People like me don't get to be people. I'm just going to be a tool that is going to be used. I'm just going to be somebody's bitch.

I don't reply yo my father. I just let my head hang low the tears cascading down my cheeks like a tearful waterfall.

"Liam, go up to bed, sweetheart, your father and I need to talk. I'll come up to check on you soon," my mum promises me giving my cheek a light peck and wiping away my tears.

When I walk past my father he doesn't even meet my eyes, but I didn't need to in order to see the anger and hate in his eyes.