12 Nov 2010
Authors Note: This chapter will be told from Jacob's POV, and then Kayleigh's POV.
Since Lyra had told me about Kay I hadn't stopped pacing the garden. I needed to cool off, but I was so angry at her for being so stupid. How could she get herself pregnant by that dickhead!? In a fit of anger I kicked one of the plants and watched as the leaves and petals shattered, just like my Daughter's life had. I changed into my running shorts and jumped on the treadmill, in the hopes it would help me calm down.
Ten minutes later I felt a little better, I upped the speed to push myself that bit harder, I needed to feel the burn. A short while later I heard the car pull into the drive, I slowed the treadmill until it came to a halt before stepping off. I paused by the back door and counted to ten, then I headed in. I could hear Lyra comforting Kayleigh, I slowly opened the living room door and made my way over to where they were.
As I placed my hand on Kayleigh's shoulder she looked up at me, just seeing her broken, tear stained face was enough to break my heart too.
I looked at Lyra, seeing the mix of anger and disappointment in her eyes was enough to confirm what I thought had happened between Kayleigh and Alex without having to be told. I'm going to kill him for doing this to my baby girl!
"I'm just going to pop out for a bit, I need to clear my head" I said as calmly as I could.
"Jacob, please don't make things any worse than they already are. Kay has all the support and love that her and the baby are going to need right here, with us." She pleaded.
I smiled at her and nodded, I thought that it would be best if I headed up to bed and left them to talk. Kay had always been closer to her mother, so I knew she would be more comfortable talking to her about this. I kissed them both and said goodnight.
You used to captivate me by your resonating light.
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind.
Your face, it haunts my once pleasant dreams.
Your voice, it chased away all the sanity in me.
These wounds won't seem to heal.
This pain is just too real.
There's just too much that time cannot erase.
I was now seven months pregnant, and so far I had hated every second of it, every kick reminded me of what could have been. The total futility of my situation engulfed me. Understanding and empathy from Mum and Dad was all very well, but I had never felt so alone. Who's going to want to be with a single Mother!?
I can still picture Mum's face when we found out I was having a boy at my 20 week scan, she walked around in a smiley daze for the rest of the day. She really seems to be growing to the idea of being a Grandmother, which will make it easier for me as it will give me someone to dump the little thing on. Whenever I am questioned about it I always manage a wan smile, and every-time I force myself to fake the enthusiasm I come to hate myself a little more.
It seems a cruel twist of fate that my life will now continually be judged by the one mistake that I probably would have wanted to happen anyway had circumstances been different.
My room feels like a prison, fear of him keeps me from going outside. The fear of seeing his face, of hearing his voice, smelling his scent, I don't think I could bare it.
It's a Friday night and all my friends are out having fun, trying to sneak into clubs, and drinking, and here I am, holed up in my room like some sad old spinster. I tried to do some homework to break up the monotony of staring at the same walls, but all I have done is swapped wall staring for page staring. My life was like this blank page, I could have written anything that I would have wanted, but now my page is dirty and stained like a week old newspaper. Nobody's interested in old news.
Sometimes I lie awake at night and I can feel a second heartbeat inside me, a life that I hate before it's even been born. Occasionally Mum or Dad would try and engage me in baby related matters, like an item of clothing or crib designs, but whenever I look at them all I can see is the sadness in their eyes. Sometimes I hear them talking late at night, and I know they're talking about how disappointed they are.
I originally started going out with him because I didn't want to be alone, and it's ironic because now I have never felt more alone.
Mum and Dad have both had to work today, and they feel that it's good practice for me to babysit as often as possible on the weekends. The munchkins wanted to go to the park, I tried to bribe them out of it with offers of sweets and games, but they weren't having any of it.
I felt like some sort of circus animal as they paraded me around and tried to introduce me to their friends, who were also at the park. I found a nice quite corner where I could see all the play area, and keep an eye on the twins, it was also positioned in the shade of two large willow trees.
The twins were happily playing when I heard a voice that I was beginning to believe that I had only ever dreamt of. With warm tones and crisp pronunciation the overall effect was like the smell of candyfloss, an instant craving and the feeling of warmth, accompanied by an overwhelming desire to press your body against the sound, and never let it go.
I was destroyed.
Stay tuned for chapter 18 :)
Posted by strelitzia19 at 09:02
Welcome To The Stone Family Blog.
I would like to introduce you to my founder, Jenna Stone and her husband Claude Stone.
Jenna's traits are:
Her favourite's include:
Jenna is an artistic person, and can always be found painting her worries away. She wants a big family, she say's a home filled with laughter is the place to be. When she isn't painting she can be found either out in the garden or at the library reading. Being Eco-friendly she likes to recycle, take quick showers and just generally take care of the planet. She still remembers the first day she met Claude like it was yesterday. He was walking past as she left the library, and her being the bookworm that she is had her head stuck in her favourite book and bumped into him. Claude caught her and as their eyes met they instantly felt the attraction towards one another, and from that day they never left each others side.
Claude's traits are:
His favourites include:
Claude is very athletic, most days he can be found working out at the gym or with his family.He is also very charismatic and loves to make friends and meet new people. He is very career orientated and because he is a schmoozer he makes friends with colleagues very quickly. He is very family orientated and would love 4 or 5 children. He has always wanted a large family and never thought it would be possible until he met Jenna. He and Jenna were engaged within 6 months of meeting, they had a whirlwind romance and neither could imagine life without the other.
What will the future hold for the Stone's.