Monday, April 14, 2014

The Originals

The Originals #33




You know, if I could have stayed right there in that ever so white bed at the clinic, I might be fine, about now. Such a dreamy escape I think back on now. People really were taking good care of me in my crisis.

If only.

Good news, Bex's Mum was rather understanding. It was really amazing how she is. All supportive.

"It won't be a piece of cake, but if you two can bring out the best in each other, can't see why this won't work out," she said about the matter of the baby.

Yeah, that was after my panic attack and she took us back to Bex's. We had a late afternoon tea that might as well have been supper.

Of course, Bex is in a state of shock of some kind, like we could set there in her room on her bed going over our love life wondering when the instant of conception might of happen.

I couldn't bring myself to tell her she'd been pregnant a long time and didn't even know it. That would be saying it was like a form of cancer.

Of course, according to my Dad..it might have well have been.

Such a different story at my house.

I won't even go into all the shouting. For a second there when mum first heard the news, I could see her little  smile. Why did she have to be on Dad's side?

Oh, no..I'm throwing my future away. 

"Out with you! Get out of my face! Don't, you, even look at me!" His words put me on pins and needles.

He might as well have been frothing at the mouth. It didn't help much when he hit me.

It was just a slap.

He does have a temper. Made me wish he wasn't around, like I used to feel when I was a kiddie. I used to stand up to him then, but can't no more.

Not anymore.

So.

 I've taken refuge in the backroom at the shop with much support of the lovely old ladies who scrounged up a cot and some bedding. They haven't let me go hungry as of yet, either.

Not exactly how I planned to strike out on my own.

As my brother put it, "You've really done it this time, Will."

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