Dear Momma

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

Ellie's Point of View

One Month Later

9 weeks

Soon after my drunken state close to four weeks ago, my friends and family have said they want me to support me through everything. They even went out and bought their own child-care books for themselves to study with. Sage and Marty are the happiest out of everybody; besides planning their wedding for spring next year, they have gone out to find houses biggest enough for them plus room for their new god-child. Trash and Alex aren't very happy that Sage and Marty are calling themselves god-parents; I simply told my friends that they can be god-parents as well, that seemed to brighten them up a little more. My mother and Delphine equally call each other Grandma or Nona, which makes me happy to see them happy. My father and Mr. Holm are busy working on projects and their golf swings that I have yet to really see them. Tucker, well Tucker is Tucker. I haven't seen or spoke to him since that night four weeks ago when I blurted out everything.

Recently nightmares of the scene play in my head each night; they all end the same way, with me screaming my bloody head off and my parents rushing in to comfort me. They keep telling me that I should take to somebody but I reject the idea each time it is presented. I can get through this myself, I don't need someone to talk to. "Are you ready?" Alex peaks into my room. I show off my football jersey that's almost too small for me. "You look good," Alex compliments.

"I don't think this is a good idea," I say tugging at the shirt, "I mean me going. I don't think me going is a good idea." Before too long, I rush myself into the bathroom to slip my guts out for what seems like the fifth time today. "Sorry," I tell Alex as she helps me clean myself up.

"Its okay, El, you just have a human inside of you." Every time they say anything about the fetus, baby or human it makes me feel all disgusted and nasty, all over my body erupts in goose bumps of filth. "C'mon, girls we have to go," Mr. Holm calls up the stairs. Mr. Holm's team and my father's team are playing against each other and I ready know of the bet placed between the two. We quickly grab our things and rush out of the house. "Ellie, you ride with Tucker," My mother and Delphine scheme forcing everyone else to pile into the other two cars.

"I guess it is just you and me," I mutter to Tucker who looks just as astonished as me.

"Let's go then."

We sit uncomfortable in the rental car that Delphine got for Tucker for his time being here. From those last two weeks of bed rest, I have learned a couple things about Tucker that I would have never thought happened to him after college. First is that he went overseas for work, came back for holiday with a fiancée, well the fiancée ended up leaving him the day before their scheduled wedding. The second is that after his fiancée left him, he lost his job which forced to come back here working with his father and mine. The last one is that he also lives in the city, close to my old college; he lived there for other clients that Holm Architecture had.

"Ellie?" Tucker shouts causing me to lift out of my thoughts.

"What?"

"Dreaming about me already?" Tucker's snide comment isn't appreciated.

"If you have to know, I wasn't dreaming of you. You weren't even in my thoughts," I rudely explain. Tucker's personality today mimics the man that did this to me; it is too much for me to handle. "Besides even if I was thinking of you it would to kill you, cut you up and feed you to my mother and Delphine for this terrible scheme."

"Hormonal, today?"

"Just a little," I mutter out looking out at the passing cars.

"How are you doing?" Tucker asks sneaking peaks my way.