N-Dubz - The Young Days

Chapter 13 - Will things ever get any better?

A few days later

The speech therapist came round to the house in the morning as my Mum informed her that she thinks I'd tried to speak, but she couldn't make out what I'd tried to say. I don't know how much longer I can continue with this, it's killing me. The truth has to come out today. I can't do this anymore. The therapist sat with me for an hour, before informing my Mum I hadn't tried to speak, but I should in the next few days or so. A short while after the speak therapist had left, there was a visitor. My Mum stood up to answer the door. She saw it was Richard and I had to sit there and try and listen to what they were saying.

"Oh hello Richard" My Mum greeted him.

"Daft question, but is T in?" Richard asked her.

"Yeah she's in the living room" My Mum told him.

"Can I go and see her?" Richard asked.

"Yeah sure, come on in" My Mum answered.

 Richard came and sat next to me. He sat in an awkward silence for a few minutes, before plucking up the courage to speak.

"I am sorry T, if I'm the one that drove you to this but I was just angry. You have to understand why I was angry. You can't just nick my phone, sell it for drugs and then buy it back and expect me to be fine with you. I'm sorry that things have turned out the way they have and I wish you all the best for the future" He spoke, before standing up to leave.

 Little did I realise, My Mum had been stood in the kitchen and had heard what Richard said about me nicking his phone and then buying it back again.

"Oh Tula, I can't believe you were that desperate. I mean stealing to pay for your habit? I don't wonder he's been off with you for all this time." My Mum cried

 Danny came to see me later on as well. My Mum told him it wasn't the best of times and she sent him away. If I could speak, I'd have told her to let him in but as things were, I had to live by her rules until I had my own voice again. I have got a voice but if I speak now, it'll blow my cover. I hate having to do this, but I have no choice now.

A few hours later, Danny was back. This time my Mum let him in. He sat down on the sofa and I looked at him. I almost had tears in my eyes. I was fed up with the constant lies and the battle every day. Each and every day was becoming harder and harder and I just got this sudden urge to speak and say something, so that's exactly what I did.

"T?" Danny asked.

"You've got no idea how difficult this is to keep it up" I admitted.

"Why are you pretending that you can't speak?" Danny asked me, clearly shocked.

"It's the only way my Mum will pay me any kind of attention" I cried.

"Oh T" Danny spoke.

"There's another thing..." I began.

"What?" Danny quizzed me.

"I-I-I'm not paralyzed, I'm making that up as well" I admitted.

"Tula!" Danny shouted.

"Shh!" I ushered him, telling him to sit down.

"You can't just pretend to be paralyzed and act like you can't speak just for a bit of attention!What kind of sick person does that?!" Danny shouted.

"Well. it's working so far! Anyway, I wasn't pretending. I did lose some of the feeling in my legs but it came back last night" I yelled at him.

"Yeah and what are you gonna do next week, next month, next year? You're wasting the speech therapist's time when she could be with someone else!" Danny shouted at me.