"Lindsey!" I exclaim. He turns tail and runs out of my house so quickly. "Lindsey, wait!" I catch him on the front walk before he gets to his car and I am somehow able to drag him back inside.
"I will leave you two" Mick tells me.
"No, you stay right here. I have a few choice words for both of you!" We are frozen to the spot. He slams the door and gives us both a death glare. "You must think I'm such an idiot! Both of you!"
"What are you talking about? It's not what it looks like!" Mick says, holding up his hands defensively.
"Are you fucking kidding me? I came to take care of you and apologize to you, Stevie! But now I see I've interrupted something. You ran right back to him! How am I supposed to even know if that kid is really mine?" He points at me angrily, this time standing his ground with a stony face.
Mick stares at me in shock. "Stevie, you're pregnant?!" I nod.
"Oh, you didn't know when you were trying to mount my sloppy seconds once again?!" He laughs and the tears come once more for me. "Maybe she was going to pass it off as yours. Fucking whore! That's why everyone calls you Easy Stevie!" he sneers, turning back to me.
"Hey, she may not be perfect but don't you dare talk to her like that. She's pregnant with your child! You have to respect her!"
"I don't have to do anything!"
"Like hell you don't. And besides, we haven't done anything in more than half a year."
"Don't you have anything to say, Stevie?!" Lindsey glares at me and I shake my head. "I didn't think so. Fuck off!" He leaves and I hear his car speed off.
Mick tries to comfort me and I flip my shit. "And you! You tried to take advantage of me! He wouldn't have seen anything if you were being a real friend!" I push him forcefully. "Get out, get out!" I shriek, shaking from the unbearable about of pain I feel over my lost love. He leaves, looking pretty scared and I run upstairs and cry in my bed.
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I know, right now, Lindsey is driving around the city, listening to music. I'm sure of it. Usually when he's upset he listens to all the mean songs he can find by the Stones. Maybe he's listening to Stupid Girl.
I'm not talking about the kind of clothes she wears
Look at that stupid girl
I'm not talking about the way she combs her hair
Look at that stupid girl
The way she powders her nose
Her vanity shows and it shows
She's the worst thing in this world
Well, look at that stupid girl
It goes on to say how she's sick and no matter what she does she will always be the worst thing in the world, she bitches about everything. I bet that's how he feels about me right now. Or maybe Under My Thumb. What a gem!
Under my thumb
The girl who once had me down
Under my thumb
The girl who once pushed me around
It's down to me
The difference in the clothes she wears
Down to me, the change has come,
She's under my thumb
Ain't it the truth babe?
Under my thumb
And Time Is On My Side, well Time provides some great "I hate Stevie" lyrics.
I can truly almost hear the venom dripping from the words. I've heard him sing them a million times.
Time is on my side, yes it is
Time is on my side, yes it is
Now you always say
That you want to be free
But you'll come running back (said you would baby)
You'll come running back (I said so many times before)
You'll come running back to me
Oh, time is on my side, yes it is
Time is on my side, yes it is
You're searching for good times
But just wait and see
You'll come running back (I won't have to worry no more)
You'll come running back (spend the rest of my life with you, baby)
You'll come running back to me
Go ahead, go ahead and light up the town
And baby, do everything your heart desires
Remember, I'll always be around
And I know, I know
Like I told you so many times before
You're gonna come back, baby
Cause I know
You're gonna come back knocking
Yeah, knocking right on my door
Yes, yes!
Well, time is on my side, yes it is
Time is on my side, yes it is
Cause I got the real love
The kind that you need
You'll come running back (said you would, baby)
You'll come running back (I don't always said you would)
You'll come running back (I won't have to worry no more)
Yes time, time, time is on my side, yes it is
Time, time, time is on my side, yes it is
Oh, time, time, time is on my side, yes it is
I said, time, time, time is on my side, yes it is
Oh, time, time, time is on my side
Yeah, time, time, time is on my side
I've really worked myself up now and I can barely breathe. Just thinking that he hates me is killing me. Should I give him space or go running after him? I don't know. I don't want to ruin this again. I've done it so many times recently.
You'll come running back
You'll come running back
You'll come running back to me
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Thanksgiving comes and I can't bear to spend it alone so I go home to my mama and my daddy. My brother is there with my niece and I'm so happy to play with her. The morning sickness is getting better and I've been able to hide it relatively well. Though I'm not showing, I still hide myself under flowing clothes, but what's new? My mother tells me I look beautiful all the time and my daddy is doting on me. It feels good to be home but it still doesn't feel right. I want Lindsey, I want to talk about our baby. I go for check ups every week just to make sure everything is going well, considering my age, and they're perfect every time. I love hearing the heartbeat fill the room. I brought my scan pictures to show my family at dinner, wanting to break the news. After cooking with mama, I tell her I'm going to take a nap before dinner, explaining that I had been up for a long time prior to my flight. She told me I didn't need to explain myself and I nodded my gratitude, kissing her cheek before I went upstairs.
As soon as my head hits the pillow, I'm out. A couple of hours later, my daddy wakes me up for dinner and I'm absolutely starving. I feel refreshed, thankfully and I go to the mirror to fix myself up a little bit before heading down. My mama makes my plate for me and kisses my hair, telling me to sit down. Chris and Lori are sitting on opposite sides of the table, mama and daddy are sat down with some of our other very close family friends and daddy leads us in grace. We all go around the table and tell each other one thing we are thankful for. And I know exactly what mine will be!
