Mel Of Bacchus

Continuing on from this post I went home that night after everyone went to bed.

The next morning I was woken up to yelling and screaming from Mum saying how selfish I was and how my brother got lost on his way home without me picking him up.

“Anything could have happened to him” she roared.

So again I put my uniform on and took my brother to the bus and walked home.

Home was uncomfortable, I couldn’t look at Troy after what Mum had said and avoided them as much as possible.

Troy left just before lunch to get the things on Mums shopping list for the house and it was finallly just Mum and I for a bit.

I really wanted to tell her about what I had found out about him on the internet but part of me just didn’t want to talk to her at all.

I stayed quiet on the couch for a bit before Mum called me into the bathroom.

On the bathroom sink were two pregnancy tests both double lined.

Mum was pregnant..

Mum was ecstatic! Absolutely doing a song and dance about having another baby!

She made me promise not to say anything to the boys as she wanted to surprise them both together at dinner.

I tried to be happy for her because that what she needed from me, but I went into my room and just cryed.

I hated Troy. I wanted him gone.

I felt he was the reason my Mum started doing pills because before she met him she only smoked cannabis and cigarettes and drank.

And now they were both pill addicts bringing a baby into this world I was devestated.

I pulled myself together and went for a walk to get some air.

I saw Troy pushing a loaded trolly up the hill towards home and walked the other way avoiding him at all cost.

That night Mum, high as a kite told Troy and my brother she was pregnant.

They were all happy and excited and all unanimously wanted a boy.

As the night went on Mum and Troy chose a name “Declan Patrick Garth”

I tried to be happy for them but all of me hated the idea. Was I going to have to raise this baby for them?