Slick.

My Friends Call Me Slick- Part 11

April Showers

Let’s skip a bit, because nothing much happened between January and April. I grew strangely attached to my diary, but everyday’s entry was the same as the last: ‘Maxi wasn’t in school... she’s ignoring me... should I even be making an effort now that the baby isn’t holding us together?’ 

But it was a normal Monday in april when Charlotte approached me in school and asked me if Maxi was okay, and that she looked pretty big when she saw her in the supermarket. When I told her she’d had an abortion said it was impossible, she was definitely pregnant. My mind went crazy: She’s PREGNANT?! She can't be! She told me that she’d had an abortion! She wouldn’t lie about that! Oh God, Help.

“I think I'm going to go and see her tomorrow after school” I told George. He said he thought it was a good idea; I needed to know the truth.

I knew what I wanted. I wanted Charlotte to be right. I could convince her to let me be involved in looking after the baby, I was sure that Aunt Maggie would help us and I that Maxi’s mum could find a way to sneak money out from under her husband's nose! We could move to a little flat where Maxi and I could have our own room and our little baby gets their own room. I think if we have a boy we could paint his room blue with little boats or trains around the walls, and a girl would have a pink room with butterflies and fairies, and we could call her Lisa; after my mum. Maxi would agree I'm sure, she would just be so happy having a little baby she wouldn't care what we called it. Then it could go to a really good nursery; not like the one I went to were you could get tetanus by sitting on a wooden stall. When it's old enough and ready to go to school, it can go to a good private school where you get taught Latin and fancy stuff like that. I won't have to worry about how I will pay for this because I have all A's in my A-levels and get a good job in London. I’ll work hard during the day and come home to a wife and child. (Yeah, I'll marry Maxi. I've got to make an honest woman of her now, haven't I!)

My thought process came to abrupt stop as George woke me up from my little fantasy, which, looking back, was a strange fantasy for a 17-year-old boy. Who was I kidding? I told George I was going to visit Maxi that evening, and the day went on like any other, my mind full of horrible thoughts about crappy council houses and a crappy job with a crappy salary which barely feeds a baby, let alone a child which will grow into a hungry teenager, and his mother who gets stuck with an idiot like me.

The nerves were definitely there when I knocked on Maxi's door that night. A man opened it. He was very tall and big, he must be a regular gym-goer or something.  "Err, hi; I'm Slick, is Maxi in?"

"Yeah hang on- " he walked to the bottom of the stairs "- Maxi... Maxi, Slick is here. I'll tell him to come up?"

He gestured to stairs so I walked straight up, determined. I knocked on the door of her room; the handle was still broken from when Rob hit me down the stairs. She still hadn't opened the door.  I knocked again but still no answer. I opened it. She was on the bed, I thought she was sleeping so I went over and sat on the bed I lightly tapped her on the leg, she jumped.

"Get off me! OFF!" I leapt of the bed, she was screaming and I could hear the man running up the stairs.

"Maxi calm down! Calm down!"  She had gone into crying now. I was standing by the window when he stormed in.

"Maxi? Maxi! What's going on?"

She didn't say anything she just continued to cry; he put his arms around her she tried to struggle free but he held her close to him.

"Maxi, it's me, it’s Greg. Calm down." The man looked up at me and gave me an apologetic smile, I didn't know who he was but I realised he had the same eyes as Maxi, they were blue with just a hint or light green around the iris- like an Irish ocean on a calm day: perfect. Maxi's breathing started to calm and she soon fell asleep on a man she trusted and loved. Her brother? Just a friend or what- a new boyfriend? He laid her down on the bed and draped a patchwork quilt across her. I saw a big bump, so Charlotte was right. The baby was still there, my baby. With the girl I loved. My girl, I hope. The man stood up and went to the door way, he casually beckoned me to come. I stepped out in front of him and started to make my way down to the stairs ready to let myself out; he followed me down.

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