Secret Child

Prologue

Secret Child

Prologue

“I'm so sorry Mum,” I sighed, hanging my head in shame as I apologised to her for about the hundredth time today. When she didn't respond, I decided to try a different angle, “I know you're disappointed in me, which is why I'm leaving. You know this is for the best, for everyone.”

“You're just a baby,” She whispered, her voice breaking slightly, “You're just my baby, Meadow.” By now her eyes were watering, but she was fighting back the tears.

“I'm seventeen now, Mum,” I reminded her, with a weak smile, “I'm not a baby anymore. I want to stay here so badly-”

“Then stay!” She cried, cutting me off, “Please, Meadow, please don't leave like this.” She was now gripping my hand tightly, as she sat opposite me at the restaurant table. I felt so guilty having to do this, but I knew if I stayed here for much longer, all of our lives would become increasingly difficult.

“But,” I sighed, continuing from before my mother cut me off, “You know I'm not going to. And I'll only be gone for a year at the most. Grandma's going to take of me, she'll make sure I don't get into anymore mess.”

Mum didn't answer. Instead she let go of my hand, and took a sip from the coffee in front of her. She sat back, looking dejected. We were currently in the airport café waiting until I had to catch my plane. I would be flying from London over to America to stay with my grandmother for a while. Until the baby's born that is...

I'm seventeen years old and three months pregnant. I'm not with the baby's father anymore. We were together for about two years before we slept together, and then broke up the next day. Well, we didn't exactly break up, but we had a big fight when I found out he'd had a one night stand with my best friend's sister.

I was angry that he'd be such a jerk and was disappointed in myself that I slept with him, as I usually have such a good reputation. I decided not to tell anyone about what we'd done, including my mother.

But when two months later I found out I was eight weeks pregnant. I was completely shocked and for two weeks I distanced myself from everyone. I spent that time going over my decisions.

I didn't believe in abortion, so that was instantely crossed off of my list. I debated on keeping the baby, but knew that would be far too difficult, considering it's only me and Mum at home, and we don't have all that much money. Mum said we'd survive, but I know we'll be better off if I gave the baby to a family who will be able to take a lot better care of the child.

I decided to move to my grandma's house in America until the baby is given to his or her new parents. I'd rather not get bullied for getting pregnant for so young, and this way I never have to tell the baby's father. I knew he wouldn't want to be involved, and this way it saves me the humiliation.

My grandmother used to be a teacher, so she's going to home school me while I'm out there so that I can keep up my good grades. In all honesty I was excited. I'd had such a boring life, and I felt like after this I can have a fresh start.

“I just don't want to be on my own,” Mum finally admitted, “I know that you need to do this, but you're all I've got, Meadow! Can't you just stay for a little while longer? It's all so sudden, you just shocking me with your pregnancy and then just leave...”

“I can't hide it for much longer, Mum, and I can't fly later on in the pregnancy, if I want to go, I have to go now.” I reminded her, “You know I love you, but I'm doing this for us all. This year will pass quickly, and then we'll just go back to normal again.”

The screen changed, saying that I had to go through to boarding now. Mum obviously had noted the screen too, as her eyes were starting to water all over again.

“I've gotta go,” I told her reluctantly, getting up from my seat and pulling my hand luggage over my shoulder, “Bye Mum.” I said sadly. We'd said our real goodbyes before we left, not wanting our last moments together to be full of tears.

“Bye darling,” She sighed, kissing me on the forehead, “I know it'll cost a lot, but please call me sometime. Just a few times, only to let me know you're okay.”

“I'll be fine,” I assured her, giving her a quick embrace before pulling away, “I love you.” I said a final time, and made my way towards where I had to board the plane.

A new adventure in life was just about to begin.

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I know what you're thinking... Well, you're probably not thinking this but if you are, I know it! "STOP WRITING MORE STORIES!" I know, and I'm sorry! But when I get inspiration I just have to write! Right now the only stories I'm doing are Secret Child, Suddenly Responsible and A 'Perfect' Life. I'm thinking about taking Silence down, because even though I know a lot of people love the story, I don't particually like it, and I don't enjoy writing it... What do you think? 

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