Truth kept

Chapter seven - Hiding

I arrived home, and mum was looking at a letter my school had sent. I sucked in a breath and took a shaky step towards her.

"You need to stop spending so much time with Mitch and knuckle down on your school work Missy!" my mother told me. My eyes rolled automatically in their sockets and I let out my breath, not too bothered about school at the moment... more about my future baby!

"Mum, I know you dont think I feel the same way, I know what I need and don't need thankyou." I cheekily replied, feeling my blood boiled.

"Oi... and where have you been, its almost dinner time and you went out without saying a word." she stood up from the couch and followed me into the kitchen.

I rested against the kitchen counter, and pulled my tshirt down further. "I went to town,"

"On your own?" my mum raised an eyebrow. I couldn't help my laugh at how stupid she was being.

"Can't a girl get some quality ALONE time, without being moaned at?"

"I wasn't moaning Ali, I was just..." I walked up stairs so her voice eventually drowned out.

I fell onto my bed like a leaf falling off a tree and played back the news that I was told earlier...

I'm pregnant!

The thought still gave me shivers down my spine, but I had to react responsibly now. But I knew that I still couldn't tell mum, dad or even Mitch, until I could pluck up the nerves to tell them one by one. Mum called up the stairs saying dinner was ready, but I replied with the simple reply of I'm not hungry.

I paced up and down my room and occasionally looked out the window, gazing up at the fluffy white clouds.

I knew that in about eight months now I would have another life in my hands. I had to take action, and soon!

I had been hiding in the room for the rest of the night, but at around half ten I started to get hungry, so I ventured out of my room and tip-toed downstairs to get a slice of toast.

Dad was still in the lounge watching the catch up of today's match. So i crawled behind the sofa so he wouldn't want to chat. I wasn't really in the mood for a father-daughter chat at this precise moment. I had to much shit going on in my head.

The toast finally popped up, but scared the living day lights out of me. (Bloody toast, making my blood pressure raise!) Ha look at me I've only known for definite that I'm pregnant and I'm already acting like a drama queen!

I spread Jam across the gloden brown warm toast and took a bite. The flavour danced across my taste buds and I sighed. Wow I really was hungry after all. (Then again I'm now feeding for two!)

I put the dish into the sink, but it went in with a crash as it slid in place with all the other china bowls and plates.

"Hunny is that you?" Dad called

"No its me dad,"

"Oh OK, are you alright in there?"

The tone to his voice when he said oh OK, was like he didn't want it to be me.

"I'm fine dad, Goodnight."

"Come and give your old man a kiss goodnight then Meany,"

I walked in with my pink slippers and kissed him on the cheek, and continued on upstairs. "Love you dad," I called from the top of the newly carpeted stairs.

"Goodnight treacle,"

I always smile when he calls me treacle, what a funny name to call someone, but my dad has called it me since I was a few years old.

I checked my phone when I walked into my bedroom. Seven missed calls from Mitch.

I havn't spoken to him since I slept with him that night. I can't face him at the moment.

Maybe I'll keep the news from him as long as I can. I just us to be one of those teenage couples, and then the guy does a runner when the girl tells him he's going to be a father. I just can't let that happen to us.

"Please god, let me tell him when the time is right,"