You Never Know What Might Happen, chapter 7
It's been a few weeks since I last heard from Jimmy, I'm not really surprised that he doesn't want to show his face round here again. I don't really blame him either.
I'm a few months into my pregnancy now, I'd say around 5-6. The baby is due on Febuary 15th. Or around there.
I still haven't told my mum about the baby and I don't really plan on it. Everyone can see that I'm pregnant because my stomach is so big.
The day came when I was finally ready to tell my parents about the baby. I didn't want Billie Joe to come with me just in case my parents knew who he was (they hate Green Day, most like every parent). I went alone. My parents were expecting me for dinner.
I waited a few minutes before ringing the doorbell.
My mum came to the door and let me in.
"Hey, mum."
"Hey. Dinner is almost ready," she said with a smile.
Sitting over at the big round table was my step father. He didn't seem too happy. He was mostly always grumpy, I don't see what my mum likes in him personally.
We had Pasta. It was the thing I liked the most. And since I am a vegetarian, my mum can't cook meat.
"Mum... Do you promise not to get mad if I tell you something important?" I said shyly.
"Sure, hunny," she said sweetly.
My mum was the best. It was just my step dad I was afraid of. My mum I think would be supporting me but my stepdad wouldn't care.
" Um... well. You know how I'm living with my boyfriend right?" I said.
"Yes, hunny." She said smilling.
"Well... I'm preg-pre-pregnant," I said at last.
"Aww... Hunny, come here. So when's it due?" she asked feeling around my stomach to see how big and if it was kicking.
"It's, erm, due around the 15th of Febuary."
My step dad looked furious. He didn't like this at all. You could see it in his eyes.
"I have to go to the washroom. Be right back," my mother said happily.
All of a sudden my step dad came up to me and punched me in the face. Next thing I know I'm on the groung being punched at and kicked in the face. My baby's going to bed dead. Oh my god! The baby!
My screams are getting louder everytime he kicks harder. My mum heard my cries of pain and came out the washroom immediately and looked at my step dad in shock and anger. She picks up the phone and calls the police. They are on their way. She also called the ambulance for me. My step dad doesn't even know. He's still kicking me in the legs and in the stomach and even the face. I try to cover up my stomach but it's too late and I have no energy.
I'm a few months into my pregnancy now, I'd say around 5-6. The baby is due on Febuary 15th. Or around there.
I still haven't told my mum about the baby and I don't really plan on it. Everyone can see that I'm pregnant because my stomach is so big.
The day came when I was finally ready to tell my parents about the baby. I didn't want Billie Joe to come with me just in case my parents knew who he was (they hate Green Day, most like every parent). I went alone. My parents were expecting me for dinner.
I waited a few minutes before ringing the doorbell.
My mum came to the door and let me in.
"Hey, mum."
"Hey. Dinner is almost ready," she said with a smile.
Sitting over at the big round table was my step father. He didn't seem too happy. He was mostly always grumpy, I don't see what my mum likes in him personally.
We had Pasta. It was the thing I liked the most. And since I am a vegetarian, my mum can't cook meat.
"Mum... Do you promise not to get mad if I tell you something important?" I said shyly.
"Sure, hunny," she said sweetly.
My mum was the best. It was just my step dad I was afraid of. My mum I think would be supporting me but my stepdad wouldn't care.
" Um... well. You know how I'm living with my boyfriend right?" I said.
"Yes, hunny." She said smilling.
"Well... I'm preg-pre-pregnant," I said at last.
"Aww... Hunny, come here. So when's it due?" she asked feeling around my stomach to see how big and if it was kicking.
"It's, erm, due around the 15th of Febuary."
My step dad looked furious. He didn't like this at all. You could see it in his eyes.
"I have to go to the washroom. Be right back," my mother said happily.
All of a sudden my step dad came up to me and punched me in the face. Next thing I know I'm on the groung being punched at and kicked in the face. My baby's going to bed dead. Oh my god! The baby!
My screams are getting louder everytime he kicks harder. My mum heard my cries of pain and came out the washroom immediately and looked at my step dad in shock and anger. She picks up the phone and calls the police. They are on their way. She also called the ambulance for me. My step dad doesn't even know. He's still kicking me in the legs and in the stomach and even the face. I try to cover up my stomach but it's too late and I have no energy.
