Loved By The Ghetto (Urban)

Chapter 11

RECAP:

"Look. As much as you don't want to tell them, you have to. You can't not tell them that they're gonna have a grandchild. Plus, it's better that they hear it from you and not some next auntie, you get me?" I nod. I really don't want to talk to my parents any time soon, and I don't plan to. They don't deserve to talk to me. I do my seatbelt and we speed off.

AT THE HOSPITAL

We check in to see Doctor Wells. We walk to his office. He takes off the cast and does some movement tests on it. He then let's me stand and walk. When he concludes that my ankle is fine he sends us on our way. Before we leave his office, a question suddenly springs to mind. "Er Doctor Wells?" I say quietly.

"Yes?"

"Can I ask you a question?" he chuckles.

"You just did." I laugh weakly.

"Er, well, I was just-was just wondering," I pause. "If you knew a midwife who would be interested in looking after me and helping me out with all the baby stuff. Do you?" His eyes widen.

"You're pregnant?" he asks.

"Yep."

"You?"

"Yeah."

"You're pregnant?"

"I'm pregnant."

"You?" he asks again. Trey sighs.

"Oh my days fam, what'd she say?" he says tired.

"Sorry." he says.

"It's okay." I say.

"You better be." mutters Trey at the same time.

"Er, yeah. As a matter of fact, I do." he gives me her details and we leave.

We drive home and Trey parks outside the house. "You really do have to tell Mum and Dad you know. Having a child is a big deal." I nod.

"I will. Later." I say coming out of the car. I walk to the door.

"Later is sooner than you think." I hear Trey mutter. I open the door and walk past the living room into he kitchen. I pause and walk backward, to outside the living room as something caught my eye. I look in. Mum and Dad are sitting on the couch staring at me. Mum was the first to stand up. Dad followed suit. They didn't even smile.

"Shanae." she says. She motions with her hand for me to come into the living room. I just stare at them. Trey nudges me and I look at him.

"Go." he mouths. I sit on the couch opposite them.

"Your brothers said you have something to tell us." says Dad. FML.

END OF RECAP

I stare at them, not saying a word. "Well do you not have anything to tell us?" says Patrice, my mother. I look up at Trey and Sean. They nod repeatedly, eager for me to tell them. I look back at them and sigh.

"You're not even gonna say 'hi', nah?" I ask.

"That is not what we came here for." says James, my father.

"Do you even care about us?" I ask.

"Do you have something to tell us or not?" says Patrice.

"You don't do you? You don't call us, you don't text us, email us, send a letter. You don't even send a bloody birthday card!" I say gradually getting louder and angrier.

"Now, now, Shanae-" she starts.

"No Patrice!" I exclaim, standing up. "You haven't even said 'hi' or given me a hug! You haven't smiled or said you love any of us! You two are a bunch of good for nothing parents, you know that!? You've never been there for me, you didn't even raise me; my brothers did! You left them to be the parents while you lived your lives! Trey, Sean. Did you tell them I was in the hospital?" they nod. I look back at those beings that like to call themselves my parents. I was furious. "They told you and you didn't come and see me?" I yell. "How could you not come and see your own daughter when she's in the hospital!? I know how much you care now. I stayed up night after night for months after you left. Thinking you would come back, waiting for you to walk through that door. I waited for you to love me, to care for me, to be my parents, but you never did and never were!" I was full out crying now. "You're a disgrace to this family. You aren't my mum, Patrice and you aren't my dad, James. You're two strangers who don't know how to treat others like human beings! You never treated me like I were your kid. You gave birth to me Patrice, do you not feel the slightest bit of love for me, or any of us for that matter? Do you not feel the slightest bit of remorse for abandoning us? You ignored me and I fucking hate you guys. If you weren't going to look after me and be parents to me, you shoulda fucking wrapped it up." I say, hot tears streaming down my face. Patrice suddenly stands up and wacks a backhand around my face.