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Chase,
Here is all your stuff. I donât want any of it. What you said today was horrible and I will not stand to be treated that way. So this is my goodbye. I never want to see or hear from you again, and you will have nothing to do with my child. Have a good life.
Chelsea
Screwing up the paper, I toss it to the ground, chuckling. About time. Dragging the box closer, I pull out my shirts. I go to toss them in my dirty pile, but stop before I do. I toss them back in the box along with her letter. I quickly rummage through my draws and closet, tossing anything of hers to the ground by the box. Picking it all up, I walk out of the house and down to our rubbish bin, throwing everything inside and slamming the lid. I donât want any of it either.
Kaylee
I threw up the next morning. I woke up with the smell of cooking bacon in my nostrils, and my stomach rolled. I bolted out of my room to the bathroom and spewed up the contents of my stomach. After I washed my hands and rinsed out my mouth, I walked out to the kitchen to find Skylar cooking breakfast.
âGood morning baby mummaâ she says cheerily. The smell of bacon is stronger in here and my stomach flips more.
âMorningâ I say quietly, trying to hold down whatever is about to come up. Skylar turns to look at me.
âWhatâs wrong? You look paleâ she says putting the tongs down on the bench and walking over to me. I can feel it rising in my throat, and push past her, over to the sink and begin dry reaching.
âThe bacon!â I hear Avery say. âThe smell of cooking meat will make her nauseas.â They both begin rushing around, opening windows, trying to get the smell out. Suddenly, hands are on my shoulders, and I being pushed out of the kitchen and out the front door. I take deep breaths of the fresh air, and after a few minutes, my stomach settles. Sitting on the front step, I start to laugh quietly.
âWhatâs so funny?â Avery asks, sitting beside me, still rubbing soft circles over my back. I didnât even notice.
âThat sucksâ I giggle. âI like bacon.â Avery begins to laugh with me. We sit there laughing for a few minutes. I can hear Skylar running around the house spraying something.
âWhatâs she doing?â I ask, turning to look back at the house.
âTrying to get rid of the smellâ Avery laughs. âLet me go see how good of a job sheâs doneâ She gets up and walks inside, leaving me alone. Looking down at my stomach, I rub a hand over it.
âYouâre so mean, making mummy be sick, and being able to have bacon. You wait âtil youâre out, mummyâs gonna eat plate loads of baconâ I say to my stomach, still giggling softly. Skylar comes running out of the house carrying a glass of water and some salt crackers.
âAvery told me to give you theseâ she says handing me the water and crackers. âSaid theyâd help with the nausea.â I quickly gulp down half the glass of water, and eat the crackers. I was feeling better now that I had something in my stomach.
âSorryâ Skylar says. âAbout the bacon. I was trying to make you breakfast.â I stand up and give her a hug. It was sweet of her to do that for me.
âDonât sweat it. It happensâ I say. âI donât think eggs on toast will make me throw upâ She gives me a smile and pulls me back into the house. The smell of bacon is gone, and Skylar sets to work to make me eggs on toast while Avery makes me a cup of tea. While theyâre busy, I decide to give my mum a call. I walk to my room and grab my mobile, dialing my mumâs number. She answers on the third ring.
âGood morning dearâ her sing-song voice fills my ear.
âHey mumâ I say smiling, even though she canât see, I know she can hear it in my voice.
âHow are you sweetheart?â she asks. She always calls me things like that; dear, darling, honey, sweetheart⊠The list goes on, and I canât bring myself to mind it.
âIâm⊠Goodâ I say. âWhat about you?â
âIâm fine honey. Would be better if your father would hurry up and make his moveâ I knew what she was talking about. Every morning, my mum and dad play cards, and dad always takes forever to decide what his going to do. It drives mum crazy but they still play.
âLook, mum, Iâm actually calling to see if you and dad would like to come over for lunch today?â
âOh, that would be lovely, dear. But we do have your brother coming at 11 oâclock to help your father.â
âCan you bring him too? I have something I need to tell youâ
âWhat is my dear? Not bad I hopeâ she sounds worried.
âNo, no, no, mum. Itâs not bad. I donât want to tell you over the phone. Can you be here 12:30?â
âOf course honey. Thatâs no problemâ
âOkay, Iâll see you then. Give dad a big kiss for meâ
âI will, and Iâll see you laterâ
âBye mumâ
âGoodbye pumpkinâ I hang up the phone, and let out a sigh. Getting up off my bed, I walk back out to the kitchen.
âHow are you feeling now?â Avery asks, handing me a cup of tea.
âMuch better, thanksâ I say taking a sip. âI just rang my mum. Theyâll be here at 12:30 with my brotherâ
âOh, Carterâs coming?â Skylar squeals. Ever since she first met my older brother, sheâs had the biggest crush on him, always flirting with him and touching him.
Carterâs two years older than me, and, according to everyone else, a âreal hottieâ. With a mess of light brown hair, our motherâs bright green eyes, and our fatherâs tanned skin tone, every girl drooled of him, even the older ladies. He was a heartbreaker, everyone knew that though. But when it came to his family, his soft-hearted and ever so gentle, unless he and dad are mucking around. He cried the day he came to see me in the hospital after my operation. He held my hand and cried freely, telling me he was sorry, even though it wasnât his fault. I knew it broke his heart a little too, he always was saying how forward he was looking to becoming an uncle, he wasnât so sure about being a dad though.
âYes, he is coming, and please, no flirting with himâ I say.
âFineâ Skylar huffs, and turns back to the eggs sheâs cooking. âKill joy.â I smile at her whispered comment, and then let out a big sigh. Today was going to be a good one.
Chase
I spent the next few hours cleaning out everything that reminded me of Chelsea, including my bed. I didnât want anything to do with her.
Tyler and Ethan came home as I was trying to drag the mattress down the stairs.
âWhoaâ Tyler called, running to help me before the mattress toppled me down the last few steps. âWhat the hell you doinâ man?â
âGetting rid of my bedâ I huff, running up and down the stairs left me without breath.
âWhy?â Ethan asks, coming to help move it over to the skip bin the apartment holders ordered.
ââCos I donât want anything to do with Chelseaâ I stomp back into the apartment. The boys running after me.
âSo you throw out your bed?â Tyler asks.
âYesâ I say walking to the bench and picking up my keys. âIâm gonna go get a new oneâ I walk out of the apartment and down the stairs. Iâm walking to the parking lot when I spot it. The bright red BMW Convertible. Chelseaâs car. I glance around for her, hoping she wonât see me, but when I spot her, sheâs staring right at me. Sheâs over by the skip bin, tears running down her face. I turn away from her and keep walking towards my car.
âChase?â she calls out. I keep walking, not bothering to answer, or look at her.
âChase?â she sounded closer that time, and then I hear the sound of her shoes hitting the pavement. Even while sheâs pregnant she still wears high heels.
âChase!â she grabs my arm, swinging me around to face her. âAre you deaf? I was calling youâ
âWhat do you want?â I snap, turning back around to continue walking.
âYou threw out all our stuffâ
âNo, I threw out all MY stuffâ
âWhy?â I spin back around to face her.
âBecause I want nothing to do with you! Everything you touched, I threw out, including that box you left on the doorstep!â I yell, walking faster to my car.
âDo I really mean that little to you, Chase? The five years we were together meant nothing?â she calls.
âAre you fucking kidding me? I fucking loved you! I was going to marry you! I wanted kids with you. Meant that little? You fucking cheated on me! You have no one else to blame but yourself, Chelsea! Now do us both a favor and stay the fuck away from me! Donât come near me, donât talk to me! I donât want anything to do with youâ I yell before spinning around and climbing in to my car. I back out of my parking space, and speed off, leaving Chelsea crying in the middle of the parking lot. I keep driving, with no destination in mind. I just drive, fast. I need to calm down. Iâm gripping the steering wheel that hard my knuckles are white, and my jaw is aching from clenching them so hard together.
I drive around for an hour before pulling up to a furniture store. I decide to pick out a whole new bedroom suite, and after finding a nice black leather bed with black bedside tables and tallboy suite, I go find new sheets before I organize for delivery.
âIs tomorrow morning okay to drop off?â asks the young brunette behind the counter. She could no more than 16 years old, with dark brown eyes, a soft round face and a sweet smile.
âYeah thatâs fineâ I say pulling out my wallet and paying for everything.
Kaylee
Itâs 12:30 on the dot when thereâs a knock at the front door. Skylar rushes to the front door, probably eager to see my brother. Avery and I are in the kitchen making Caesar salad. My nausea settled down and was fine with the cooked chicken.
âHi Mr. and Mrs. Mooreâ Skylar is always very polite when it comes to my parents. I think itâs because deep down, she wants someone to approve. Her parents never did, thatâs why she is they was she is. No matter what she did, they couldnât care less.
âHi Skylar, and please, call me Audrey, dear. Iâm not that old yetâ my mother jokes. I listen to the sound of my motherâs high heels tapping on the tiles coming towards the kitchen âNow, where is my darling little girl?â
âIâm in the kitchen, mumâ I call. Sheâs a sight of elegance when she comes to the kitchen. Dressed in a beautiful baby blue dress, her hair up in an elegant bun and her makeup perfectly bringing out her gorgeous green eyes. I walk around and give her a big smile.
âHi, mumâ
âThereâs my beautiful girlâ she says pulling back to look at me. âYou look gorgeous, honeyâ I dressed in a floor length yellow summer dress, with my hair messily braided to the side. âDoesnât she look gorgeous, Elijah?â
âOf course she doesâ my dad says, walking over to give me a hug, and kissing my forehead. âHello, baby girlâ My father, Elijah Eric Moore, is a tall man, being
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