Secret baby (Old Version)

Chapter 38

Before I start the story, I want to say I saw a story that looks exactly like mine. It's called Secret Baby and it's basically like my story. It has the same plot and stuff. It's just a Nash Grier fan fiction. It was started 2 days ago. I'm not going to report it, I'm going to wait and see if she post more chapters and read them. I'm going to see if it's going to be like mine. Even though it's just like mine.

I wanted to inform you of this and keep a look out for me. I love you guys and thank you for waiting a VERY long time for this chapter💕 thank you for the support.

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Alic's POV:

"Zandi?" She questioned.

My stomach clenched. It was her. My mom, the women who gave birth to me. The women who raised me. The women who held my hand through all my fears.

She was also the women who disappeared after my dad died. The women who left me stranded. The women who let her daughter grow up way to fast.

"Yeah mom...It's Alic." I said. She called me Zandi which really felt like a punch in the stomach. Hopefully she will catch on and start calling me Alic.

She sighed. "Oh my gosh, I'm so glad your okay." She said relieved. Is this really my mom? When I left she was a alcoholic that felt sorry for herself.

"Where have you been? How are you? I miss you so much sweetie." She went on.

Why is she so concerned now? She wasn't 4 years ago. For all I know, she never tried to look for me.

My heart squeezed at the thought. I wanted to hate my mother. I really wanted to hate her. She left me when my dad died. I needed someone and she was never there, but I don't hate her. I can never hate her.

"I'm good, could be better though." I said truthfully.

"Where did you run off? I have been looking around town for a year."

I felt a little stress break off, but I still felt like nothing to her. "I have been staying with Aunt Brook. I made plans to live with her before I left." I explained.

There was a pause. Like she was trying figure out some stuff. Sorting out her mind, like there was something wrong.

"I know I was bad. I left you when we were both in a bad place. I should have been a mom and stayed. We should have mourned together. I'm better now though. I went to a therapist and went to rehab. I haven't had a drink in 2 years." She explained.

I was kind of happy for my mom. She realized what she did to me was wrong. She even apologized. (which she never liked doing. Even when my dad was alive.)

I don't know if I should believe her or not though. Once my mom started drinking, she would sober up and she would never say sorry. She always said," I'm going to make it up to you. I'm going to get better and we will get through this together. Blah blah blah" What she is saying right now...is technically going along the same lines.

It was silent. I didn't say anything to her. I didn't have anything to say to her. I certainly didn't forgive her, she has to show me that she deserves to be forgiven. That she really did get better.

"Why did you leave?" She asked quietly.

That's the question I have been waiting for, the ultimate question the reveals everything I've been keeping a secret. Zoey is my Secret Baby...but she isn't really a secret anymore.

"Um...some things have came up." I kept my answer short.

"Like what?" I knew she would do this. Before my dad died she always had to know what happened or what was wrong.

"I don't want to tell you." I said simply. If she really got sober she would be so disappointed in me.

"Zandi now that you called me, I'm going to be back in your life. I want to make up the last 4 years that I've missed."

I'm not mad, but I'm not happy either. In a calm tone I said, "I pushed you away for a reason. Your saying that your trying to get better, but I don't believe you. I don't believe that your better."

There was another pause over the phone. What was she thinking about?
I always hated being on the outside. You never know what their planning. You never know if your going to get hurt.

"Zandi I really did get better. I swear to you. I promise you." She begged for me to be convinced, but how could I be convinced when I was lied to me so many times?

"Don't call me Zandi." I finally said.

"I don't like it anymore."

"Okay, I won't call you Zandi anymore. I am your mother Alic. I won't be disrespected, I know I made mistakes. I know I hurt you. I know I'm a bad mom. I just want to make up for that and be there for you!" She said with a hint of annoyance.

As much as I don't want to admit it...I do miss my mom. What if she isn't lying? What if she actually did get better? There is a lot of 'What if's' running through my mind.

What if she actually cares? What if she leaves again after I tell her about Zoey? What if she stands my my side?

Then again, I'm still a teenager and I still need my mom. No matter what I go through with her. I miss our daily walks and night conversations. I miss when she used to rub my back when I couldn't sleep. I miss her hugs. I miss my mom.

"Okay..." I trailed off, not knowing what else to say.

She sighs. "I have to go, I need to be at work by 5." My eyebrows scrunch together.

"You work?" I ask, completely confused.

"Yeah, you have to remember. You've been gone for 4 years." She said, chuckling lightly.

"What do you do?" I ask actually interested in the topic. She used to work when I was still living there, but got fired when she showed up late one night drunk.

It was horrible. She totally flipped out, cussed out all the workers, almost attacked the boss, I remember she came into my room and I pretended to be asleep. She still woke me up though.

That night will always be in my nightmares.

"I'm a flight attendant...it doesn't sound like the best job but I get by with the money. I get paid about $40,000 a year. Probably less, between $35,000 to $40,000." She tells me.

I smile. "Where are you traveling to today?" I keep the conversation going, I miss this. I miss everything.

Even though she had to go she talked to me. She talked to me when she left at 5 to the airport all the way to 6:30, the time she had to get on her flight. She was going to Europe. She told me she went all around the world, and learned to speak different Languages while doing so.

I'm kind of impressed. I never thought my mom could do all of this. I thought she was going to be an alcoholic for the rest of her life. Well, she proved me wrong.

I set my phone on the night stand and smile.

This day was pretty amazing (except for my big decision.) I had an amazing date with an amazing guy, met Justin Bieber, might be signed to a label, and talked to my mom on the phone.

I would say my future is looking bright, but what I didn't know. The future has different plans for me.