Beautiful Mistakes Book 1 - Worst Night Mare

Worst Night Mare : Meeting The Father's Parents

 

Chapter 4 – Worst Night Mare: Meeting The Father’s Parents

It was now Saturday, five week since Dan and I had sex. Four weeks since I found out I was pregnant. Six days since I told Dan. And five minutes since I last throw up. Not much had changed every one I school was still making rumours and talking about Dan and I. A lot of them were just complete bullshit there was one that, I had, had sex with Dan because I couldn’t afford the drugs he was selling me. I was quite surprised about how much Dan ignored my protests that he doesn’t need to look after me. He has been buying me lunch every day, threatening anyone who even looks at me the wrong way.

Chad and Zan have been nice to me, Chad had even become almost like a friend, when Dan had football practice or anything he put Chad in charge of keeping the bitches off me. I hadn’t gotten the chance to ask him what he was trying to tell me about Dan. Because usual Dan is with us, Ann had become suspicious thinking Dan liked me more than he was letting on, that he actually liked me not just looking after the baby. But I still believe that he feels guilty and responsible he could have any girl in the world, he is handsome and has a bad boy reputation, so why would he pick me.

I quickly got up from the bathroom floor when I heard Jamie calling me, Jack and dad were both out at work and it was just me and Jamie, I had to keep running off to throw up. I could tell Jamie was getting worried even for a one and half year old he is very clever. I walked down the stairs to the lounge were I had left him to run up to be sick. He looked up when I came in and stood up to run hug me; I picked him up and hugged him close. “Let’s play” I put him back down on the floor and sat down next to him so we could play cars.

Quarter to twelve Jack came through the door, “Sorry I am late” I shook my head knowing it wouldn’t have been his fault, he quickly gave me a hug and a kiss on the forehead. Taking my place on the floor next to Jamie “Hey little man”. I smiled at my two brothers and ran up stair to get my Costa Coffee shirt and hat. I once again spirited down the stairs waving at Jack and Jamie. Then out the door. It wasn’t far to the shopping centre just needed to get to the rich part of town. I went through the back entrance of the shopping centre the nearest entrance to my house and the coffee shop.

I slowed down as I stepped through the door, and started walking instead. All around were girls my age walk with friend’s shopping bag hanging from their arms and hands. Phones beeping away flashing as they clicked there long nails over the worn buttons. Guys with their arm casually wrapped round a girls skinny waist, stealing unneeded kisses, laughing with their friends. I shook my head getting rid of the jealous feeling; I love my family and my life. And I didn’t need the money they had to enjoy it.

But when I walked past the designer shop I stopped to look at the dress I had be pining over since it came into season a few weeks ago. Since it was about two weeks to Christmas it was in the winter collection. But the other thing about it being Christmas the whole centre looks like Rudolf throw up over it and Santa couldn’t be bothered to clear it up. I know Christmas is meant to be the happiest time of the year, but if you look around it is also the most depressive for some.

There is always the little girl gazing hopefully at the biggest teddy bear with a mother or father next to her knowing they can only get her the small one. There will be a teenager stood looking in at an electric guitar or drum set knowing their parents just won’t be able to afford it. There is the homeless man sat wrapped in a worn blanket outside the door trying to sell the big issues just to get by.