Welcome to Paradise, chapter 1
I climbed out of bed slowly it was 7:30 I had slept in again that damp alarm clock I would have to get some more batteries today I was sure not to get the job it was the fourth time this week that I had missed the interview and it was getting ridicules.
I heard the babies crying and I rushed into there room. Abby rose my five year old had her little brother Jacob three by the arm and was pulling him on to the floor; his shouting had woken my 1 year old twins, Angel and Sapphira, they were both screaming as the there little hearts depended on it. I hovered in the door way for a second and observed the whole scene it was ridiculous. My boyfriend was away probably at some hooker house and I was stuck on my own in this dingy flat with two children and two babies that like to make noise. What made it worse was it was summer holidays which meant I had them all day. Then my asshole boyfriend would come home again at midnight and the beatings would start.
I broke out of my thoughts and began to order the situation.
"Abby Rose, take your hands off of your brother right now and say sorry!"
"Sorry," she mumbled grumpily and climbed back onto her worn bed with a sulky expression on her face
"Mummy I'm hungry!" Jacob wailed.
"Yes I know hunny I'm going to make you some breakfast in a minute I just have to clean your baby sisters up," I said walking over to the cot and picking them both up at the same time, a technique I had taught myself. My grandpa said I needed to buy them a cot each as with them sharing I was raising the risk of cot death but were could I get money to buy two cots and not only that but the room was so small I could only fit a cot in there and a small bed which both the children shared.
Their crying suddenly stopped at the comfort off there mother and I laid them down next to each other on the changing mat in a vain attempt to change two nappies at the same time and dress them both which was near to impossible.
An hour had passed and I had fed cleaned and clothed all my children and was out of the door and on my way to the interview which was due to start an hour and a half ago. I arrived at the bank were I wanted to work and the employer looked me up and down before saying in a very sour voice.
"Children are not permitted in interviews and you were asked to dress formally." I guess pink tights a denim skirt and a yellow fishnet top doesn't class as formal. Oh well it is too late now.
"Oh I am sorry this is my normal dress code and about the children, my children! The nanny couldn't get in so I had to bring them along." I could tell she didn't believe me one look at the tear stained faces and sticky fingers which had attracted fluff from there jackets made this obvious but she told me with a very stern voice to wait in the waiting room if I wanted but probably shouldn't bother I wasn't likely to get the job anyway.
She was right. The manager took one look at me and said he'd be in touch which off course meant he wouldn't at all. The ride home on the bus was long and tiring the babies were getting restless and Abby had decided she didn't like her brother and tried with much force to push him off the seat which only angered him and coursed him to hit her in the face the looks.
I got from other passengers made me feel insecure I wanted to shout at them that it wasn't easy having four children at the age of only 21 and being basically a single mother that got beaten up almost every night!! But instead I sat the children on either side of me and threatened them with no sweets for the rest of the week if they didn't calm down. That worked however the twins didn't understand this and wanted to show there emotions by shouting.
I eventually got them all home to see my boyfriend's friend Darren sat on the sofa. I took my shoes of and threw them into the corner and sat down leaving my sleeping twins in the pram and told the children to go play in there room.
"You got any stuff?" I asked Darren
"Yeah for Mark, not you!"
"Alright calm down I'm only asking 'cause I'm sick of you bringing that shit to my house its bad enough he takes it never mind with you encouraging him, where is he anyway?"
"I was hoping you'd know."
"Well you know him. He is never here unless he can't get any from any of those
hookers."
"Yeah well you should come live with me I wouldn't hit you."
"Fuck of course he doesn't hit me!"
"Yeah well what's that on your neck? Don't tell me the kids did it."
"Ok so he only does when he's angry." Just then the door slammed open with a bang and Mark stormed in.
"Oh hey Darren I wasn't expecting you, got anything for me?" F
or the next hour I had to sit in a smoke filled room as they smoked there shit and put needles in there arms. I heard the front door go and jumped up quickly making my way through the thick blue smoke towards the door to see who was there but there was no one. Confused I went into the babies' room to find my children were nowhere to be seen.
"Shit Mark!" I screamed running into the living room which stunk so bad I almost puked but managed to contain myself "The kids they've gone!"
"Yeah and about time." I couldn't believe him I wanted to through something heavy which much force right at his head but instead I rushed out of the flat to search for the kids, shit I had left the twins I rushed back in and into the kitchen were I had earlier put them to keep them from the smoke and rushed back out again.
I searched the entire building in the elevators but they were no were I started to sob in fear were could they be and how could I have not noticed anyone come in and take them I reached the bottom floor and I was out in the open when I suddenly heard a little girl's laugh and I spun around to see my two angels talking to a little old lady from the flat next to us.
"What in heaven's name are you doing out of the house without me?!"
"We were bored mummy and it smelt of daddy's mucky smokettes." Of course he meant cigarettes but the two words smoke and cigarette were the only words he ever heard come from his so called daddy's mouth and he had joined them together every time I heard him say that word I wanted to cry, it described mark 100% did that 9 letter word.
What was I thinking when I went back to his flat 7 years ago drunk out of my head from that smelly pup? How could I have been so stupid that night I had felt so grown up when I was talking to him he was so much older and seemed so much more wiser? I have learned throughout the years of been with him that years count for nothing and I would have been much better off going out with the geek from across the street to me those many years ago who was the same age as me.
The guy that wanted and now is a highly successful and financially balanced plastic surgeon now living in Hollywood with a home in the Bahamas. He asked me out many times but I always said no I told him he cramped my style.
I broke out of my thoughts and took my children's tiny hands in mine, hands which I wouldn't be holding now if I had married the surgeon I put there hands onto the side of the pram and took them all back home.
As I made my way back towards the apartment I thought about the shit I was living in, the tiny apartment with damp on the walls and cockroaches that scurried along the skirting boards.
Of the room that my children spent most of there lives in with no curtains and no wall paper of a single bed covered in nothing but dry urine stains and a quilt which was more like a sheet and a small rotting cot with nothing but a smelly damp mattress and a small sheet like cover. All of this because I had made one very big mistake of taking one two many beers and ending up in bed with a guy I had none for no more than 3 hours and who was 6 years older than myself.
I came to the conclusion that unless I made something of myself and changed the surrounding my children were been brought up in they would end up young adults messed up in there minds just like me. I decided something had to be done and as I reached the front door I knew just what that thing was.
I walked straight in, through the living room and into my bedroom and pulled the biggest suitcase from under the bed I poked my head round the door to check he wasn't coming but he was out and snoring as was Darren. I put all my clothes etcetera in which didn't take long as I didn't have much stuff. Then dragged it into the kids room and put all there clothes in there then with another small bag I put there small amount of toys there toothbrushes an everything else they owned which wasn't much. Then spoke to the children
"Ok Abby, Jacob we are moving away for awhile ok?"
"What does that mean mummy?" Jacob asked a puzzled expression on his face.
"It means we are going to go on a holiday"
"Is daddy coming with us?"
"No we are going to stay away from him for a while."
"Oh."
"Come on then let's go quietly ok?"
"Yeah mummy," Abby said in a very mature voice like she was taking control of the situation.
I put the tired twins in the pram and put Jacob on his rains as I was grabbing my coat from the bed I noticed what looked like a black briefcase under the bed. I pulled it out and opened it up and too my shock and astonishment it was filled £50 notes. I almost fell to the floor with excitement and without a second thought I put in the suitcase and with that picked up the suit case and walked straight out of that flat leaving my old life behind me and entering into a new one.
I heard the babies crying and I rushed into there room. Abby rose my five year old had her little brother Jacob three by the arm and was pulling him on to the floor; his shouting had woken my 1 year old twins, Angel and Sapphira, they were both screaming as the there little hearts depended on it. I hovered in the door way for a second and observed the whole scene it was ridiculous. My boyfriend was away probably at some hooker house and I was stuck on my own in this dingy flat with two children and two babies that like to make noise. What made it worse was it was summer holidays which meant I had them all day. Then my asshole boyfriend would come home again at midnight and the beatings would start.
I broke out of my thoughts and began to order the situation.
"Abby Rose, take your hands off of your brother right now and say sorry!"
"Sorry," she mumbled grumpily and climbed back onto her worn bed with a sulky expression on her face
"Mummy I'm hungry!" Jacob wailed.
"Yes I know hunny I'm going to make you some breakfast in a minute I just have to clean your baby sisters up," I said walking over to the cot and picking them both up at the same time, a technique I had taught myself. My grandpa said I needed to buy them a cot each as with them sharing I was raising the risk of cot death but were could I get money to buy two cots and not only that but the room was so small I could only fit a cot in there and a small bed which both the children shared.
Their crying suddenly stopped at the comfort off there mother and I laid them down next to each other on the changing mat in a vain attempt to change two nappies at the same time and dress them both which was near to impossible.
An hour had passed and I had fed cleaned and clothed all my children and was out of the door and on my way to the interview which was due to start an hour and a half ago. I arrived at the bank were I wanted to work and the employer looked me up and down before saying in a very sour voice.
"Children are not permitted in interviews and you were asked to dress formally." I guess pink tights a denim skirt and a yellow fishnet top doesn't class as formal. Oh well it is too late now.
"Oh I am sorry this is my normal dress code and about the children, my children! The nanny couldn't get in so I had to bring them along." I could tell she didn't believe me one look at the tear stained faces and sticky fingers which had attracted fluff from there jackets made this obvious but she told me with a very stern voice to wait in the waiting room if I wanted but probably shouldn't bother I wasn't likely to get the job anyway.
She was right. The manager took one look at me and said he'd be in touch which off course meant he wouldn't at all. The ride home on the bus was long and tiring the babies were getting restless and Abby had decided she didn't like her brother and tried with much force to push him off the seat which only angered him and coursed him to hit her in the face the looks.
I got from other passengers made me feel insecure I wanted to shout at them that it wasn't easy having four children at the age of only 21 and being basically a single mother that got beaten up almost every night!! But instead I sat the children on either side of me and threatened them with no sweets for the rest of the week if they didn't calm down. That worked however the twins didn't understand this and wanted to show there emotions by shouting.
I eventually got them all home to see my boyfriend's friend Darren sat on the sofa. I took my shoes of and threw them into the corner and sat down leaving my sleeping twins in the pram and told the children to go play in there room.
"You got any stuff?" I asked Darren
"Yeah for Mark, not you!"
"Alright calm down I'm only asking 'cause I'm sick of you bringing that shit to my house its bad enough he takes it never mind with you encouraging him, where is he anyway?"
"I was hoping you'd know."
"Well you know him. He is never here unless he can't get any from any of those
hookers."
"Yeah well you should come live with me I wouldn't hit you."
"Fuck of course he doesn't hit me!"
"Yeah well what's that on your neck? Don't tell me the kids did it."
"Ok so he only does when he's angry." Just then the door slammed open with a bang and Mark stormed in.
"Oh hey Darren I wasn't expecting you, got anything for me?" F
or the next hour I had to sit in a smoke filled room as they smoked there shit and put needles in there arms. I heard the front door go and jumped up quickly making my way through the thick blue smoke towards the door to see who was there but there was no one. Confused I went into the babies' room to find my children were nowhere to be seen.
"Shit Mark!" I screamed running into the living room which stunk so bad I almost puked but managed to contain myself "The kids they've gone!"
"Yeah and about time." I couldn't believe him I wanted to through something heavy which much force right at his head but instead I rushed out of the flat to search for the kids, shit I had left the twins I rushed back in and into the kitchen were I had earlier put them to keep them from the smoke and rushed back out again.
I searched the entire building in the elevators but they were no were I started to sob in fear were could they be and how could I have not noticed anyone come in and take them I reached the bottom floor and I was out in the open when I suddenly heard a little girl's laugh and I spun around to see my two angels talking to a little old lady from the flat next to us.
"What in heaven's name are you doing out of the house without me?!"
"We were bored mummy and it smelt of daddy's mucky smokettes." Of course he meant cigarettes but the two words smoke and cigarette were the only words he ever heard come from his so called daddy's mouth and he had joined them together every time I heard him say that word I wanted to cry, it described mark 100% did that 9 letter word.
What was I thinking when I went back to his flat 7 years ago drunk out of my head from that smelly pup? How could I have been so stupid that night I had felt so grown up when I was talking to him he was so much older and seemed so much more wiser? I have learned throughout the years of been with him that years count for nothing and I would have been much better off going out with the geek from across the street to me those many years ago who was the same age as me.
The guy that wanted and now is a highly successful and financially balanced plastic surgeon now living in Hollywood with a home in the Bahamas. He asked me out many times but I always said no I told him he cramped my style.
I broke out of my thoughts and took my children's tiny hands in mine, hands which I wouldn't be holding now if I had married the surgeon I put there hands onto the side of the pram and took them all back home.
As I made my way back towards the apartment I thought about the shit I was living in, the tiny apartment with damp on the walls and cockroaches that scurried along the skirting boards.
Of the room that my children spent most of there lives in with no curtains and no wall paper of a single bed covered in nothing but dry urine stains and a quilt which was more like a sheet and a small rotting cot with nothing but a smelly damp mattress and a small sheet like cover. All of this because I had made one very big mistake of taking one two many beers and ending up in bed with a guy I had none for no more than 3 hours and who was 6 years older than myself.
I came to the conclusion that unless I made something of myself and changed the surrounding my children were been brought up in they would end up young adults messed up in there minds just like me. I decided something had to be done and as I reached the front door I knew just what that thing was.
I walked straight in, through the living room and into my bedroom and pulled the biggest suitcase from under the bed I poked my head round the door to check he wasn't coming but he was out and snoring as was Darren. I put all my clothes etcetera in which didn't take long as I didn't have much stuff. Then dragged it into the kids room and put all there clothes in there then with another small bag I put there small amount of toys there toothbrushes an everything else they owned which wasn't much. Then spoke to the children
"Ok Abby, Jacob we are moving away for awhile ok?"
"What does that mean mummy?" Jacob asked a puzzled expression on his face.
"It means we are going to go on a holiday"
"Is daddy coming with us?"
"No we are going to stay away from him for a while."
"Oh."
"Come on then let's go quietly ok?"
"Yeah mummy," Abby said in a very mature voice like she was taking control of the situation.
I put the tired twins in the pram and put Jacob on his rains as I was grabbing my coat from the bed I noticed what looked like a black briefcase under the bed. I pulled it out and opened it up and too my shock and astonishment it was filled £50 notes. I almost fell to the floor with excitement and without a second thought I put in the suitcase and with that picked up the suit case and walked straight out of that flat leaving my old life behind me and entering into a new one.
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