Slick.

My Friends Call Me Slick- Part 8

What's Going On?

The next few days George ignored me and then school finished for the holidays. On our last day George urged me to ring Maxi if I did nothing else. However I had something I had to do. I had to go to counselling, I wasn't allowed to miss any sessions. So at 3:30 on the 24th of December I was faced by: A - a councillor I didn’t agree with, B- a grumpy cow and C- an angry mum. We sat in silence, that was usual, but the silence was different than usual. Then I did something I'd never normally do, I started the conversation. But she was so angry, she just kept shouting at me. I didn't know what was wrong.

"How could you?" she screeched.

"How could I do what?"

"You know what you did!" But I didn't. I was confused. She was so angry it scared me. I didn't get the bus home; I walked. What did I do that was so horrible? I thought about the last year of my life as I walked, and out of the blue it hit me. It all made sense; George wanted me to ring Maxi, Maxi was ‘sick’ and her mum furious as a raging bull. My thoughts were all over the place: She was ... she was ... no I must be wrong, it only happened once, and it was the first time for both of us. That's not enough. It never happens the first time! Does it? I'll have to try and ring her.

All this went through my mind as I walked home, I only woke from my deep train of thought when I turned and realised I had gone the wrong way.

Once I got into my nice, old, warm I might add, Victorian house, I shouted "I'm back".  No answer came for a while. When it did, it was Lilly, all giggly like how Maxi was when I was with her.

“Are you on your own?"

"I've got a friend round" she replied.

"On Christmas Eve?"

"Yes he, um she had to see me."

He? I asked myself. I shot up the stairs, all kind of sick thoughts in my head about my baby sister. I burst in, nearly taking the doors off its hinges. "STOP now, whatever it is, STOP!" I peeled my hands away from my eyes. Lilly was sitting on her bed, and this boy, dressed slightly too feminine to be straight, was by the window; with a purple-zigzagged handkerchief in his hands.

"What's wrong?" Lilly asked.

"Nothing, carry on as you were". I said stunned, but what was I thinking? She was only twelve, what's the worst that could have happened? Besides, her only friend was a boy who came out that he was gay at the age of eleven.

I went into my room and sat on the edge of my bed. I took out my phone and went to my contacts list. I reached Maxi’s name and my stomach turned. I stared at the number, my heart pumped with the set rhythm, too fast to accelerate. I hit the call button.

I had planned what I was going to say, I would get straight in there and ask the question. But when she answered she was in tears, I couldn't go in there guns-a-blazing.

"Hello. Is this Slick?" she said, weeping.

"Yes it's me."

"Oh it's horrible, what they want me to do," she cried.

"Who? With what?" I asked anxiously.

"With our Baby!"

I fell off the bed.

I knew it was coming, but I couldn't believe it. She was mumbling down the phone, asking me if I was still there.

"Yeah, I’m here. What did you say?"

"Our baby! Don't joke, how you could forget."

"Err...maybe because you didn't tell me!" I answered defensively.