Truth kept

Chapter seventeen - A day in but also hiding

My stomach churned as I felt sick at all the bad thought of what I thought Mitch will do when he finds out I'm carrying his baby!

I paced around the house like a train that never stops. I felt more out of breath the more I keep walking. I have been getting more tired easily and my doctor told me to sit back and rest but I couldn't stop worrying! My mum thought I was mentally ill, so I let her just go along and think that. I will defiantly not be telling her until after it is born. She'll probably try and kill it or make me get rid of the baby and I am NOT getting rid of my little creation. I have got this far on my own... well maybe with a friend, but I will not be letting anyone else get in the way of this. My things have been stored away at Alice's so my mum will never find them, and I coping just fine.

Mum made me some toast and I nearly swollowed it whole. I sat down afterwards letting mum to wash-up and I sat back and watched a bit of 'F.r.i.e.n.d.s'. I laughed along as the well-known-group-of-mated once again made a brilliant attempt to lighten my mood. Mum finished washing up and came and cuddled me on the sofa. We both put the blanket on top of us and carried on watching the television.

"You need to be careful of what your eating, your starting to get a little podgy," My mum laughed

"Oh cheers mum," I sarcastically replied

F.r.i.e.n.d.s had finished and me and mum sat there and watched the adverts, neither of us wanting to get up.

"Shall we watch a film, considering dad's not here to hog the tele today?" I suggested

"Yeah, what shall we watch?" She asked

"Grease, that always cheers me up and puts me in a good mood," I told her

I slotted in the DVD as mum went and got ready some popcorn. The beginning started and me and mum were already munching our way through the bowl of the warm sweet popcorn. I took a bite and felt the urge to throw-up. But before I got to the bathroom it was too late. I clenched my stomach and threw up the popcorn I had digested a few minutes before. Mum came rushing to my side and led me to the bathroom to try and aim my vomit in the toilet this time. I carried on throwing my guts up for the next five minuted. I stood up and rinsed my mouth with freezing cold water. Mum placed her hand on my forehead and sighed.

"You really do have a nasty fever don't you?" She said pulling me into a hug

I wrapped my arms tightly around her. 'You have NO idea' I thought to myself. Too many thoughts were rushing into my head but I seemed to clear most of them away when I rushed back down against the toilet. Mum pulled back my hair and rubbed my back. I sat on the bathroom floor and started sobbing.

"What's the matter?" My mum asked

"I don't actually know, I'm so confused,"

"You can tell me anything petal, remember that,"

I started crying more knowing that I couldn't tell her that her own daughter is going to be giving birth in a few months.

We both shared another ginormous hug and sat there for a short while. She grabbed my hand and helped me back up.

"Ready for a bit more film now?" She said softly

I nodded as she continued "You might want to lay off the popcorn though,"

I showed a small grin and got back on the sofa and tucked my self and mum back into the blanket.

We sang along to most of the songs and my mum did a 'Sandy' impression pretty well. The hours flew by as the film came to an end. Suddenly during the last song, I felt a hard sharp pain in my stomach and winced in agony. I shot up and mum gave twister her neck around and stared at me.

"I need to make you a doctor's appointment," She worriedly said

"NO!" I said back sharply

"Why not, your obviously in a lot of pain, and it isn't symptoms of a normal flu," She explained

"Just wait another few days, I'll be better, I just know I will OK?"

"OK, but remember... If your not well still in a few days I WILL be making that appointment,"

I ran upstairs and closed the door behind me. I lifted up my pillow and picked up the baby-scan.

"You are a little minx, and rather hard to hide," I said out-loud and rubbing my not-so-large-baby-bump.

The baby kicked again and I smiled with happiness knowing that my little boy or girl can hear me. I carried on speaking to it and feeling the responses. It was a miracle. A dream. But also reality.

I knew that dad was home, the typical parent-argument had started, and unless my mum has started picking up a random habit of suddenly talking to herself I'll go with the idea that dad is home. I opened my door quietly and tilted my head so that my ear was pointing through the crack in the door.

"This is a great job oppurtunity! Why can't you see that?!" My dad yelled

"I am not taking Ali out of school now, it's her important year and we can't now screw it up for her!"

"My job is important to!"

"There will be more job opportunities but there is only one opportunity  for Ali to get the grades she needs to graduate."

"This is poposterous,"

"This is called reality Martin! Your going to have to deal with it!"

I know it's bad when mum and dad call each-other by their first names. It's usually babe or honey or darling. Something weird like that. I kept on listening to see if I was mentioned any-more. I was right!

"Ali hasn't been very well lately anyway," My mum continued

"Exactly, she's not even going to school at the moment!"

"Calm down, I can't speak to you when your like this,"

There was a pause and the argument turned slightly more into a conversation.

"Well what is wrong with her?" My dad asked sympathetically

"She's been very sick and out of breath a lot, and keeps complaining of pains,"

"Time of the month isn't it?"

I suddenly felt really red as I don't like dad talking about me in that way.

"It's more than that, there defiantly isn't something quite right here,"

Has she been spending too much time with Mitch?"

"She hasn't been going out a lot at all. Maybe a few times with Alice, but she never see's her boyfriend anymore."

"Hmmm," My dad continued to think.

"You don't think...." My mum said and then stopped

"Don't think what?"

"I just had a crazy thought but its can't be real,"

"If I'm thinking what your thinking, our daughter was not raised to be like that, she would never do such an outrageous and stupid thing," My dad yelled

"I only suspected... but what if she is ..... Pregnant!?"

With those last few words my mum said I slammed my door shut and covered my self from head to tow in my bed quilt and layed there in silence.