Skater Boy

Chapter 10

Nine Months

Scarlet

I woke up to a strange pulling in my stomach. It was still dark outside, and the clock that was sitting beside my bed read 4:42am, that's when it started, it was like a menstrual cramp. That just kept getting worse and worse.

Oh god it was time! I was having my baby now. "Grandmother! Grandfather! I think I'm in labour"

Neither of of my grandparents took me to the hospital, instead they ordered and paid for an Uber. A freaking Uber! Needless to say that the driver was less then pleased when they found out that I was in labour.

"Where is your family?" she asked.

"My parents sent me away until I had the baby, my grandparents don't see the need to drive me to the hospital when they could just come in the morning and his father..." I rubbed my stomach. "His father is a flake."

"I'm so sorry sweetheart, lets get you to the hospital, how far away are your contractions? Have you called your doctor? Did you have an overnight bag ready?"

"At the moment they are three minutes apart, I have left Doctor Kylie a message and I have my overnight bag right in front of me."

"Good girl, now lets go and you can have this baby."

It took me three hours of pushing, screaming and just overall pain but the feeling of holding my son in my arms was nothing I had ever experienced before.

His little face and his tiny body parts made me cry with so much happiness. "He is so perfect." I whispered.

"Ms Miller?" the nurse asked. "have you decided what you are going to do with him?"

"I am going to name him Bentley, and I am keeping him." I said looking at my baby boy, a massive yawn erupted from his little mouth, I couldn't help but trace his cheek with my finger tip. His skin was so soft.

He had small tuffs of blonde hair on his head, he still hasn't opened his eyes but I know that his eyes were going to be beautiful. He let out a small cry before he fell back asleep.

"Yeah, I'm going to keep him."

I grabbed my little camera and took a picture of my son, even though Mason has yet to contact me about Bentley, I wasn't going to stop sending him pictures and letters about his son.

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Mason

I woke up again with a killer hangover and a girl in my bed, I regretted sleeping with her as soon as I tossed away the condom. I don't even know why I let her stay over but I did.

Rock: there's another letter.

Me: I'm on my way

I kicked the girl out, got on my bike and rode over to Rock's house, I was surprised that no one else was there but I guess Cleo didn't want to show everyone this letter.

"Hey! What's up?" I asked, as I saw Cleo and Rock huddled together, Cleo looked pissed as all hell.

"Rock shouldn't have told you." Was all she said before storming off into the house. Her hands in fists, she mumbling to herself about how she was going to kill Rock.

"Here." Was all Rock said as he gave me the piece of paper.

Cleo,

I had hoped by now that Mason would have sent me a letter back, but still I've gotten nothing back.

But never mind that, I have to tell you, I'm not actually marrying Bradly but I can't come back. You know why, at least I hope you know and that Mason has told you about the situation.

I miss you all but I can't come home, I hope that one day we can catch up after everything has settled down.

I have left another photo and another letter for Mason, can you make sure that he gets this one too, I hope that he actually replies this time.

Scarlet x

Not even bothering to keep my calm, I scrunched up the letter and threw it as hard as I could across the room. "Where is the photo? Where is the fucking letter?" I shouted.

"I have no idea." Cleo said. "There was no other letter and there was no photo, if I did, I would have given it to you. I swear."

"What does she mean that she hopes that I write back to her? Has there ever been a return address."

"No, there has never been an address for us to reply to." Cleo said, looking down at the envelope. "This doesn't look like Scarlet's writing. You know." She turned it around to show the elegant and cursive words. "Maybe where ever she is staying they are intercepting her letters and taking out the stuff that was meant for Mason."

"This sounds crazy! No offence Cleo but seriously who would be so wacko that they would tamper with Scarlet's letters?" Both Rock and Cleo looked at me. "Okay yeah so, maybe her parents would but how would they get into Cleo's mailbox?"

"There are just too many questions." Rock said. "This is like one of those day-time stories that you make me watch with you." Rock said to Cleo.

"Yeah I totally have to force you into watching those." Cleo retorted back.

"You do reward me nicely." Rock wiggled his eyebrows, I couldn't help but gag. Yeah totally didn't need that image in my head.

"Will the both of you stop it." I said. "Can we think about this though, we still don't know where Scarlet is or what she needs to tell me. What could she be wanting to tell me?"

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Scarlet

Bentley had finally opened his eyes, and I was staring at his bright blue eyes. My eyes. My son had my eyes.

"Scarlet." My grandmother's voice rang through the quiet room, ignoring her I picked up my son and held him close to me.

"Yes grandmother?"

"You are keeping the boy." She stated, and boy was she pissed about it.

"Yes, I am keeping my son, and his name is Bentley Jason, no one is going to take him away from me." I said, looking into my baby's eyes. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to feed my son."

"Scarlet, your mother and father expect you to return without the child, they expect you to return and marry that Bradly boy." I was rocking Bentley and patting his bottom gently as my grandmother spoke. "I however don't expect you to do anything." I stopped. "Your grandfather and I have spoken, we think that if you want to you can stay with us with your son, you can, as long as you go to night classes to get yourself a job."

"You... you're... you're going to let me stay with you, with my son?" I was shocked, these were the people that agreed with my parents to keep me hidden for nine months. What has changed?

"Yes dear, that is what we're going to for you."

"Thank you." I said, bringing my son over to my grandmother. "Would you like to meet your great grandson?"