Chapter 4

"And Then I said, leggo my Eggo." Puck said gruffly, smirking as he finished his very unrealistic tale. I knew Puck, he may act like a punk, but he didn't fit in at juvie. His left eye was faintly blackened. I touched my on black eye in sympathy.

Artie was looking far off, as if in a daydream. I shook his leg. Nothing.

"Artie are you okay?" I said. I suddenly remembered he was handicap. Crap.

"I think the waitress is into me." He sighed. I held back a snort. Our waitress was like, fifty. He was acting so...Puckish. He was flirting with Santana, ignoring me, and being flat out rude.

"Excuse me." I sharply said, then walked to the bathroom. I sat in a stall, and dialed my mom's number.
"Helloooo?" My mom's drunken voice called. I sighed. It was Thursday, her claimed "Sober day".

"Mom, it's me. Can you pick me up?" I whispered. I heard a sigh on the other side of the phone.

"No, stay at your father's tonight. I'm busy with…work. Have Santana drive you there." She replied gruffly. Before I could respond, she ended the call. I walked out of the stall, and walked up to the mirror. I thought of my future sibling. I knew my mom was pregnant, and she was hurting that poor child. Every day that baby's growing weaker…

"Britt?" I heard Santana say. She walked in and saw my teary face. She crossed her arms over her chest.

"What's wrong?" she stated, her eyes filled with annoyance.

"I want to go home. Will you take me to my dad's? Like, right now?" I whispered.

She rolled her eyes in disgust, "No Britt, I'm going with Puck and Artie."

"Please." I started. But she walked out. I ran after her, but when I got to the table, they were gone. A couple sat in the table, feeding each other spaghetti. I ran outside. The car was gone. I curled up in a ball and started to cry.

"Brittany?" I heard a familiar voice whisper. I looked up Artie. He was worried, I could tell."

"What Artie?" I replied sharply. He looked hurt.

"You left me. You're no better than Puck."

He looked at me, his eyes filled with hurt. He took my hand. "Brittany, they left me. Puck told me, if I acted like him, you would like me. When he tried to leave without paying, I gave our waitress the money. He called me weak and they left, but my dad's coming later. " He said half-heartedly.

I stood up and looked down to Artie, "Can you drive me home?" He smiled and nodded. We talked for a while, until his dad came. When they asked me where I lived, I told them my 'Mom' and Dad lived over in Canary Gardens. My Step-mother Carlee could pass for my mother, with her blond hair and green eyes.

When they drove up to the white Victorian, Artie's eyes widened. "Nice place."

I blushed, "Thanks."

I leaned in and kissed him sweetly, ignoring the fact his dad was there. "Bye Artie."

"Bye Brittany." He whispered in reply.

I hopped out of the car and ran into the house. I squealed gleefully and turned to my dad and step-mother. My father ran his fingers through his dirty blonde hair. His face was creased with worry lines.

"What's wrong, Daddy?" I said, trying to contain my smile.

He looked up at me, along with Carlee, "Your mother was in a car wreck."