Fiction.

Chapter 11: Let's Talk.

Chapter 11: Let’s Talk.

3 months later...

Rosie was supposed to be looking after Peasnie tonight but she decided to go to a party in New Port Beach with her friends. So the night I was supposed to go out with my friends, I had to watch over Peasnie, like I’ve had to do for almost three months. Rosie doesn’t come around unless she needs something from me. I don’t mind being with Peasnie but I need my time to myself. Peasnie is exhausting, she’s crawling at a really young age, four months earlier than most babies. I’m proud of her though, she likes to sit on my lap when I’m playing drums, she holds onto my wrists while I’m playing.

Peasnie is my baby and I love her but it’d be nice to go out with my friends once or twice a month without Peasnie. If Rosie said she didn’t want to help raise Peasnie then I’d be cool with it but she made a commitment in this child’s life and she can’t pull back on that. Other than raising this baby alone I’m a normal teenager. I’m going to school and hanging out with my friends. When Peasnie was a month old I enrolled her in the High School’s day care so I can drop in on her in between classes and at lunch, I study with her and go to the park with her. Peasnie is a girl magnet but when I say she’s mine the girl’s back off a little bit.

Since Peasnie was born I’ve put my life in order, she’s the push I needed to get on the right track. And now I’m the only parent she knows, she knows Granny, my mom, Grandpa, my dad, Granma GeeGee, Rosie’s mom Jenny, Uncle Mattie, Uncle Brian and Uncle Zacky, and of course Daddy. Sadly when she’s with Rosie there is Mommy and step daddy Roger. That guy really gets under my skin. I really don’t like him around my daughter. He’s like eighteen, he got kicked out of school at the age of fifteen, and he smokes pot and drinks excessively. I don’t want that kind of role model around my child.

My mind was snapped from the sleep. The room was dark, nearly pitch black. I propped my head up off the pillow, Peasnie slept on the bed beside me. I know she has her own bed but she likes to sleep next to me. I made her a little crib out pillows; there was a safety bar on the edge of the bed while two pillows caved her in from the bottom and side. The little girl slept in her little Whinneh the Phooh PJs with Phooh Bear hat. She slept soundly with a soother in her mouth.

I squinted my eyes to see the time on my clock ‘3:47am’. I groaned loudly and plastered my head back into my pillow. Then the sound came back into my mind, someone was knocking on my window. I sighed quietly and tossed the blanket from my body, I rolled from my bed, I was only in my grey boxer shorts. I went over to my window and lifted the blanket up to see Rosie standing outside. Oh great, what does she want? I sighed heavily and opened the window; I was overwhelmed with the smell of alcohol and weed, the smell made my eyes water. Rosie smiled widely and waved.

“Hey Jimmy.” She greeted with a broad voice. I put my index finger over my lips and shushed her. Rosie giggled uncontrollably and nearly fell over nothing.

“What do you want Rosie?” I asked quietly. She smiled and tried to climb in through my window but I stopped her in her tracks. I gave her a tired and annoyed glare. She pouted at me as she stood outside on the front lawn in a short black dress and ripped black converse. I wasn’t falling for her spell anymore. I’m sick of being left heart broken; she did that to me a month ago. She was with me then she went to Roger, called me and broke up with me, like I said before, bitch aint worth it.

“What do you want Rosie?” I asked with a soft voice. She smiled and looked at me, not only was she drunk and high but Roger’s car was waiting on the street. I felt agonizingly pissed off by this. She really brought him to my house in the middle of the night.

“I’m here to get Peasnie.” She replied quietly. I crossed my arms over my chest and looked at her with a cocked eye brow. Wow, did she just actually say that? She was supposed to come get Peasnie nine hours ago.

“No, you were supposed to come at get her nine hours ago. You have no right to show up at my house at quarter to four in the morning drunk, high and with him.” I muttered harshly. Her eyes widened with surprise. She was shocked by what I said and she has no right to be. Who actually comes to get their daughter at 4am drunk and high? Who honestly does that?

“Do you have something to say to me?” Rosie muttered back at me. I nodded and pursed my lips.

“Yeah actually I do.” I hissed back at her. Oh shit, this was really happening now at four in the morning in my boxers while our daughter is sleeping like ten feet behind me. Rosie crossed her arms over her chest and popped her hip out.

“Fine, let’s talk.” She snarled.

“I’m not keeping you from seeing Peasnie but tonight was supposed to be the one night I got to go out while you watched her. But just like every other time you never showed up. But this time you show up, at four in the morning.”I said softly but in a strict voice.

“Like I said I’m not keeping you from seeing Peasnie but there is a line that is drawn, you have to stick to the schedule and you can’t show up with Roger because when you do that you’re either drunk or high, or both for that matter.” I laid down some ground rules. I was being very strict with this; I wasn’t going to bend anything for anyone.

“Are you saying Roger isn’t allowed near Peasnie?” Rosie asked in a gruffly harsh tone. I nodded in agreement.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying, that dirt bag isn’t allowed near my child.” I announced with a hard voice. I hated being like this but I need to be like this in order to get through to her. I’m not a hard guy; I’m not angry or violent. You can pass a lot of shit by me but mess with my family and that’s where I draw the line. Rosie bit her lip and tilted her head at me.

“Are you saying I’m a bad mother?” She asked in a hiss. I nodded and raised both my eye brows.

“Yes, basically.” I replied with a straight answer. Her jaw dropped and eyes widened.

“How the fuck am I a bad mother?” Rosie asked with a harsh tone.

“You’re never there, when you are there you’re either high, drunk or extremely pissed off. And you’re allowing that guy with a criminal record near your child.” I listed everything.

“I am a good mother.”

“No you’re not; you’re not a good mother. A good mother is never high, drunk or angry. She is always there and she doesn’t leave her three month old daughter with a guy who does drugs, drinks, got kicked out of school and has a criminal record.” I snapped back at her. This was the breaking point. This was the point where everything that’s been bottled up for the last year is being put out there. You start being a parent the day you find out you’re expecting. I became a parent that day, Rosie didn’t. She’s never around. When she was in Omaha when Peasnie was born, she was supposed to be there for a week, two maximum. She was there for four weeks. She doesn’t have a job, she doesn’t provide. I got a job and provide for my child. I had to grow up years before I needed too.

“If you don’t change and get your shit together,” I began.

“What? What are you going to do Jimmy?” Rosie snapped at me with a yell. I heaved a deep breath, fighting the urge to yell back.

“I will go to court and have her taken away from you.” I threatened a real promise. I wasn’t just threatening, I was promising. I was promising that little girl a life without her mother. I was ready to fight for her; she deserves me to fight for her. Rosie narrowed her gaze at me and leaned forward.

“You wouldn’t dare.”She snarled at me. I swallowed hard and nodded.

“Watch me.” I said then closed and locked the window in her face. I knew she was still outside, I could hear her out there. I turned the nightstand light on and sat on the bed. Peasnie was awake and about ready to cry. I sighed heavily and pulled the eleven pound baby into my arms. She fit in my arms like a glove. I cradled the baby and hummed a small song to her.

“It’s Peasnie, I’ll always be here for you, I promise.”