Switched

Chapter 11

“What?!” Meghan screamed.

“I’m in the county jail. Can you come pick me up?”

“Why are-”

“I don’t have much time left on the phone. Will you please just come get me?”

“I’m going to tell Mom and you owe me for gas.”

“Thank you,” I sighed. I didn’t want my mom to know, but there was really no way out of that.

    As I waited I thought of everything that had happened lately. I got to meet my son and he was so handsome. Kriss left me for a country and she sounded so happy. I want to be happy for her but its hard. I imagined us getting married and having a family one day. How will we do that if we are in two completely different countries? How is Kriss going to handle the fact that I’m going to be spending more time with Carmin so I can see my son?

    “Blake,” the guard called.

    I walked out of the jail cell and followed the guard down the hall. Meghan stood in the lobby of the jail and folded her arms when I walked out.

    “Let’s go,” she sighed.

    We got into the car, but she didn’t start it. We just sat there in front of the jail quietly, but not the peaceful quiet I’d felt so many times with Kriss. A feeling I may never feel again.

    “What’d you do?” Meghan asked not looking at me.

    “I punched Brayton, he called Kriss-”

    “I don’t care what he called Kriss, you don’t think I miss her? Well I do! Okay, I miss her, she was like my little sister, and now things are different, okay, but you don’t see me going around punching people.”

    “He was talking bad about Kriss and telling me I couldn’t see my son anym-”

    “No, that’s not an excuse, at least you have a son!” she sobbed, “don’t you realize what I would do to be able to have a family? That is something I will never have,” she shook as she cried, and part of me felt guilty, but that was a very tiny part. The rest of me was mad, since when was Meghan against me, too?

    “It’s not my fault you can’t have kids, so you need to stop taking it out on me!” I yelled.

    “No, you have no right to say that, Andrew, you need to grow up and stop blaming everyone else for what you do. I’m always there to rescue you, and that’s my job as an older sister, but you need to grow up,” she said icily.

    “I’m just saying you could’ve married someone else and been able to have kids, but you chose him of all people.”

    “I wouldn’t want anyone else, and Chase can have kids, I can’t. I can never have kids, so you need to stop pretending like you know everything,” she said putting her head on the steering wheel. “Get out of my car,” she said after a minute.

    “What?” I asked.

    “Get out of my car, now. That’s the first part of growing up, learning how to do things on your own. You can figure out how to get home, I’m done. I’m not gonna let you treat me like crap.”

    “Whatever, I don’t need you,” I said slamming the car door. I watched her pull away and started to walk down the sidewalk to the one spot where I could think.

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    “Good morning, your Majesty,” a girl wearing an apron said.