Truth kept

Chapter eighteen - Meeting my fear

My phone vibrated. It hasn't done that in a while and it was from Mitch!

Hey baby, I need to talk to you, I havn't seen u in a while, meet me in the prk at 1 and we can hv a piknik, ily xxxxxxx <3

I gulped loudly. I had only just woken up as I had fallen asleep covered in my quilt like I was wearing a straight-jacket. So... my mother is now suspicious of my package that I'm carrying around with me. My dad will think I'm a slut and not want anything to do with me ever again, AND my boyfriend doesn't know I'm carrying his creation. Life could not get any better!

I de-tangled myself from my quilt and took my clothes off  the back of my chair. I slipped on my baggy pink t-shirt and pulled up my jeans. I would never of thought that at my age I would of had to of shopped in the bloody maternity section in shops. I brushed through my knotted hair and didn't bother putting any make-up on. I don't have to look my best, Mitch should love me for who I am... and what I'm about to become..... a mother!

I zipped up my jacket and slipped on my light blue pumps. "Where you off to today then?" my mum said cheerily.

"To meet Mitch,"

Her jaw nearly kissed the ground.

"What?" I said

"You haven't seen him in weeks, possible months even," she said still shocked. I rolled my eyes and gave her a half smile.

"That's why I am going to see him today, bye,"

"Have a nice time," she said, before I grabbed my keys, dropped them in my handbag and left the house.

I walked along the pathway leading to the park and started to shiver. 'I should of worn a warmer jacket," I thought and folded my arms around my swollen body, then made my way to a waiting boyfriend. He had already made the picnic and placed down the blanket. He stood up when he saw me and ran towards me. He lifted me up and spun me around. I wasn't to keen. I jokingly punched him on the arm and gave him a soft but passionate kiss.

"I've missed you baby," Mitch said rejoining both of our lips

"I've missed you too," I said tightening our grip towards each-other.

I had definatly missed him whilst I was hiding the most precious thing in the whole world from it's father. I feel cruel. But I also feel scared. What do I say?

Mitch led me to the blanket and sat me down. He pulled open the basket and offered me one of his home-made sandwiches. I took one and bit into the cucumber sandwich. I hadn't had a decent sandwich since I can last remember. I let out a small groan as I finished it up.

"Where the heck have you been Ali?" Mitch asked

"Ill," I lied

"Really? I have been your boyfriend for a while now, I know you better than that,"

He's right, he probably know's that I'm lying!

"Let me ask you again," he continued.

"I'ce been ill,  been violently sick and had a temperature,"

"Babe, you've been off of school for months," he said, sounding suspicious that something was more wrong than just the common flu.

"It's true! Ask my mum, she is taking me to the doctor's if I don't get better in the next few days," I bambled on.

He sighed and looked me straight in the eye.

"Promise that your OK?" he said grabbing my hands

I found it hard to meet his eyes. "I.... promise,"

He lent over and gave me a kiss on the forehead. "I would kiss you again, but I remembered you have the lergy!" he chuckled "Don't want to catch it,"

"Oh trust me.... You've already got some of it in you," I whispered as low as I can.

"What?" Mitch said

"Nothing,"

"Tell me,"

"No, it was nothing,"

He placed his hands over his face.

"You've been acting differently lately," he said concerned.

"I've been ill havn't I, what more can I say!" I replied, raising my voice.

"Ok baby, I believe you, just calm down," He took my hand and started to stroke it.

I sighed and rubbed my stomach discreetly. I pulled out a biscuit from the basket and munched on it to hide our baby's hunger. Mitch poured me a glass of lemonade and I gulped it down in seconds.

When that conversation ended the atmosphere between us was awkward. New conversations were short and snappy, and I had to move positions every five minutes otherwise the baby would kick. We packed up the remains of the picnic and made our way home. Mitch walked me home, it seemed ages since he had done that. Well it probably was.

I reached the front door and tunred around to Mitch one more kiss.

"Wait, Mitch I have to tell you something!" I said wishing I never said it.

"What is it babe?"

"I.... I.... I.... Can I see you tomorrow?" I failed

"Yeah sure, same time? Same place?" he asked

I nodded and gave a pathetic half smile as I gave him one last kiss goodbye.

I waved him off and walked into the house and slumped down in the hallway. I let out a massive cry. I was ashamed of myself. I couldn't look at my reflection in the mirror. I don't even deserve this baby!