As the next few weeks rolled by, I couldn't stop thinking about the little girl I saw at the park. She looks exactly like me, and that's not an exaggeration. I mean, everything about her is just like me at ten years old. Dark curly hair, big brown eyes, the same smile. I mean, the girl even has my tooth structure; that's too surreal for her to not be my daughter. Now that I've seen her, and the way she acted at the park, I know she's a good kid, and was probably raised in the best family there is. I'm trying to locate her now, so I can get in contact with her adoptive parents, and so we can get to know each other. Just because I gave her up, doesn't mean I don't love her.
As for Stella, she's going through the toughest time of her life right now. She called me about an hour ago and told me that she needed to talk to me, and to have Vanessa be over when she got there because it was important. It has me worried, because I know that she took a pregnancy test, and that it's what she wants to talk about. Now, my fear, concern, and accusation is that she's pregnant. Stella's been here for about fifteen minutes, while we waited for Vanessa, because she was taking Ethan over to Chelsea's parents' house before she came over. When the door slammed, I knew that Vanessa knows what's going on, because she mentioned that she was gonna call Gina and Greg.
"Stella!" Vanessa shouted.
Stella and I looked at each other, and I looked away from her, when Vanessa walked into the kitchen. Silence was heard for a good minute before Vanessa's voice spoke again. "What did Mom mean when she told me that my little sister took a pregnancy test," she said, more of a demand than a question.
"I took it earlier…" Stella said.
"Why! You have no reason to be needing to take a pregnancy test, Stella; you're thirteen years old!"
"So?"
"So? So! So, you're a little girl; you shouldn't be having sex!"
"Ashley was!"
"You're not Ashley! Stella, you're not gonna start whoring around just because you're a teenager! You're better than the other girls that sleep around!"
Even though I know that wasn't directed right towards me, I still felt a pang in my heart, because it came from my best friend.
"You have better things to do than to sleep with just any guy that will stick their hand down your pants! You're a little girl!"
"I'm not a little girl; I'm thirteen," Stella said.
"Big fucking difference!" Vanessa shouted.
Vivica flinched at the outburst, and she started crying. I bit my lip, and laid her in my arms, not wanting to leave the Hudgenses alone. I lifted my shirt up a little, and before I could, Vivica lifted my sports bra, and started sucking on my breast. She pretty much has it down now, so nursing her is the easiest part of taking care of her.
"There is a difference! I'm old enough to know what I'm doing!" Stella yelled.
"Apparently not; you got yourself knocked up!"
"At least I'm not whoring around! You've been cheating on Zac! You don't even know if Tyler is his or not!"
I looked at Vanessa for a few seconds, as she fell quiet. "Van… Is that true? You've been cheating on Zac?" I asked.
"Once. I cheated on him once. And, I know for a fact that Tyler's Zac's, because of the conception date," Vanessa said.
"You still cheated on him. You're lucky I haven't told him yet, but I should," Stella said.
"You're lying; you won't tell him."
"Wanna bet?"
"Listen, you little bitch--you can get yourself knocked up if you want, but you keep your nose out of my relationship."
"Stop it. Both of you," I said. "You won't be calling her names in my house, and you," I said, looking at Stella. "You will not open your mouth to Zac about Vanessa cheating on him; that's for her to tell him, and she will tell him. Won't you, Van?"
Vanessa looked at me for a few seconds, and I raised my eyebrows, waiting for an answer. She finally let out a sigh, and she nodded. "Yeah, I'll tell him."
"Good. Now, both of you get out of my house so I can get my daughter to sleep. I can't do that with you two at each others' throats. Go."
"It's not your house; it's your parents house," Stella said.
"Stella, I said get out."
Stella glared at me and I looked at her with a straight face. "I'm serious; go, now. I'm putting her to sleep; get out."
I watched the two sisters walk out of the house through the back door, and I looked down to Vivica, who was still nursing, and looking up at me. "Mommy's gonna go crazy with those two, y'know. Someday, I'm going to be sent to the nut house, because your Aunt Vanessa and Aunt Stella have so many problems with themselves and with each other. It's un canny how much they try to kill each other."
Vivica grunted in response, and I laughed a little. "Yeah, I think they're a little loco, too."
So, what did you think? I'll bring Ashley's daughter into the story next chapter, I promise. But, I'm debating on how I should bring her in. The options are below.
1. Ashley sees her daughter running from someone down the street, and they start talking.
2. Ashley's daughter knocks on the door because her brother's ball went over their fence.
3. Ashley's daughter confronts Ashley about knowing that she's her daughter.
What do you think?