Fiction.

Chapter 2: Don't Go Breaking My Heart.

Chapter 2: Don’t Go Breaking My Heart.

I knew there was something wrong when I called Rosie to meet me up at the beach. She seemed a little down. She didn’t really want to talk to me but then again she’s pregnant. But she needed to talk to me as well. So we’re meeting up at the beach later.

I was wearing a Slayer tee shirt and jean shorts with my not so white high tops. My hair was messy and more me. I’d spent all day cleaning the house and practising the drums but I needed to talk to Rosie, I couldn’t wait to see her beautiful eyes. But before I left my parents wanted to talk to me.

I sat on the couch lazily and watched as my mother wore a concerned expression while my dad was more stern and strict. I swallowed hard and forced a smile.

“So what did you want to talk to me about?” I asked with a broad voice. My parents were watching me carefully, monitoring my every move. Like if I moved my leg I’d father five other kids. I get it, I’m going to need to regain their trust but they also need some trust in me. I learn from my mistakes, not that my child is a mistake; just a surprise.

“We want to know what you and Rosie are going to do.” My mom’s gentle voice was nice; I always would rather my mom break bad news to me then my dad because my mom has a tender voice while my dad has a horse voice. I bit my lip and looked at the ground.

“I want to keep it, and I’ve already gotten a job so I’m earning money. But if Rosie doesn’t want it then I’ll go with her because that’s her choice.” I replied calmly. My mom frowned slightly and tilted her head curiously. She furrowed her eye brows at me.

“What do you mean by ‘if Rosie doesn’t want it’?” Mom added. I sighed heavily and shrugged.

“Adoption. But I really want to be this kid’s dad and raise him or her.” I stated my opinion with a settle voice. They both looked at each other then to me; they were plotting something behind my back but in my face.

“James, Rosie isn’t the mothering type of person. And if you want to keep this baby then you can. Just apply for custody. We’ll help you raise him or her.” Dad said. I felt some pride in that. I was happy that they were going to be there. I frowned slightly and looked at the ground.

“Can I think about this?” I asked sullenly. Mom and dad nodded. I sighed heavily and made my way out the front door. I want to keep this baby but my parents are right, Rosie isn’t ready to grow up yet. She still wants to be a teenager. I understand that she is the mother and she needs to grow up and in most cases the dad is the immature one. But here I’m the mature one while she needs to grow up. I know that for the next year, year and a half it’s all about mommy and baby but what about dad? He’s important too. He’s the man of the family now, not a boy. He has to work and provide for his family. That’s a huge weight to be placed on my shoulders especially at this age, I’m only thirteen. But I’m already starting to provide for my family. I really want to be in this baby’s life. I already love it with every ounce of my existence and I haven’t even heard its heart beat yet.

I walked down the docks to see Rosie sitting on a bench with a sullen expression. She looked drop dead beautiful even in a pair of sweats, our school labelled gym shirt. Her black hair was tied up into a bun on top of her head. She wore a pair of red flip flops and waited patiently for me. I had a funny feeling that this will end poorly. Weird feeling or not, I smiled as I greeted her. I sat on the bench beside her and smiled widely. I felt the butterflies in my stomach as I sat beside her watching the waves roll off the rocks.

“So what’s your good news?” She asked with an angelic voice that made me quiver slightly. I smiled widely with pride riddling in my veins. I looked over at her, her deep brown eyes golden in the setting sun’s light.

“I got the job.” I announced with pride. I watched as she smiled slightly before frowning. Her gaze fell down into her lap and she sighed. She twiddled her thumbs and cried softly. I slid over to her side and wrapped my arms around her with a sweet smile that was there to reassure her that I was here for her and our baby. Rosie looked up at me and cried sadly.

“Jimmy, I’m breaking up with you.” Her sudden announcement made my eyes widen and my heart was ripped from my chest. I could feel the tears start to run in my eyes. She literally just reached inside my chest and ripped my heart out. I love her, I know I’m only thirteen but she’s my everything. She’s everything I’ve looked for in life. She makes Jimmy, Jimmy. She puts the beat in my life. I was pushed away from her as I sat there with tears running down my face.

“How are we going to raise the baby then?” I asked, that was the main question on my mind. It’s stupid but it’s true. I was bothered by the fact that she broke up with me but there is a much more important subject to sort out. Rosie shrugged and got up off the bench.

“I’m leaving California a year after it is born.” She added another devastating announcement. I felt my stomach lurch brutally. I can’t believe she’s doing this. I wasn’t able to do anything; I had to just watch her walk away with my child inside her.  Two people that were so important in my life are now gone. I dried my tears and made the long walk back home; it was nearly dark when I got in. My stomach was in my ass and my heart was in my throat. I was ripped to shreds.

When I got in my mom and dad were sitting in the living room watching some television. I still had tears pulling down my cheeks. I stood in the living room, looking at the ground with sorrowed eyes. I felt empty. I swallowed hard and frowned.

“Jimmy, what’s wrong?” My mom asked with a kind tone. I looked up at her and wiped the tears from my cheeks.

“I’m not allowed to see the baby, ever.” I put it into simpler terms then walked down the hall to my room. I could hear my mom and dad calling for me but I just wanted to be alone right now. I didn’t want to face the world.

I sat in the middle of my bedroom floor in the dark, my legs crossed. I had no more tears to shed but the amount of pain that lingered inside me made it seem like I was drowning in an ocean of tears. I heard my bedroom door open and my mom came in and sat beside me, leaving the door open for the light to flood in. She sat beside me quietly.

“What did you mean; you’re not allowed to see the baby?” She questioned softly. She repeated my words. The words that broke my glass heart into pieces. I swallowed hard and stared at the ground.

“They’re moving away when the baby is a year old.” I muttered.

“She’s not letting you see the baby? That’s not right.” She said sullenly. I nodded in agreement.

“I guess I should be happy but knowing that there will be a life that is half of me walking this world without me to catch it when it falls, well that’s the worst feeling ever.” I tried to put my emotions into words. I felt my mom rub my back gently.

“Give her a little while, she’s probably still in shock. Just give her a few days.” Mom uttered softly.

Mothers: The voice of logic and reasoning. They always knew the right thing to say. Sure they can be a bit of a pain but they’re only a pain when they need to be.