Alright, I know my other chapters have been short, crappy, and made no seance, but i think this time, i did good, I made it longer, i use spell check, i re-read...most of it, but this chap should be good, i did my best! If It sucks, I'm Sorry, anyway, in joy.
Heather woke up still on the couch, the room was dark, and she could hear the heavy drops of water hit the roof and windows, but she also heard a pounding on the door.
"HEATHER, FOR GODS SAKE I KNOW YOU HAVE NO LIFE, BUT MAKE SOMETHING OF IT AND OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!!!" Sarah yelled from behind the door.
Heathers head throbbed, and hung as if she was getting over a hangover, she felt like shit.
But she slowly made her way to the door and opened it; Her little brother and sister where soaking wet, and shaking; but she blocked the entrance from them.
"Next Time you say i have no life, you die." She said as if she was 14 and Total Drama Island, never happened.
He brother and sister darted in the house and ran to the heater, Heather rolled her eyes then she closed the door But before the door was half way closed a hand stopped it.
Heather turned to see who it was, to her internal shock, it was her biological father. His gray eyes dazed over everything and sparkled as they always had, his Deep black matted hair clung to his face, the longness of his dark hair almost covered his hole neck with wet hair. He was wearing riped jeans, a white t-shirt, and a leather jacket.
His face showed nothing but joy as he looked at his little girl.
"Daddy..." Heather breathed
"Hey, feather!" He said
"Daddy!" Heather cried as she jumped into his arms
When Heather was five she went through something that she didn't understand. Her mother was cranky from taking care of Damian and Sarah, having given birth to twins she was up non-stop. Her father was starting his life-long dream of becoming an Aurthur, but Him and Her mother fought over weather or not it was a job. One day her father Couldn't take it anymore, and he walked out, her mother was heartbroken, so she filed a restraining order on him.
So needless to say, Heather hadn't seen her father in years.
"oh my gawd, Daddy, how did you get here, and, why are you here?" Heather asked going from happy to sad, and back to happy.
"Your mother lifted to restraining order, she said something happened, and she wanted you to tell me."
Heather went blank, she didn't think she would ever have to tell her father about Ivy.
With that one thought on Ivy, something else came to mind.
"Oh shit." She said as she ran off to her room.
Once she entered her room it was just as it was when she had left, only one thing was missing.
Ivy.
"Oh shit shit shit shit shit." Heather muttered as she raced back down stairs to find her father just on the first step of the stair case. "Hold on dad." She said as she jumped by.
'Where the hell was Ivy?' She asked herself as she ran all over the house.
Finally she grabbed the phone and called her mother.
"Hello? Rick Is That you?" Her mother's voice asked
"Where is she?" Heather questioned her mother.
"Oh...Heather....I'm Just Taking her in for a check up, I'm very worried about her." She said.
"Why didn't you wake me up?" She histed
"Don't worry, I'm almost home." her mother said
"I could have taken her, I'm her mother for gods sake." Heather sneered
"Who's Mother?" Heathers eyes turned to find her father standing only a few feet away.
"Uh...mom, i gotta go." She said the she hit the end button.
She bit her lip then looked her father in the eyes. his eyes showed no anger, no sadness; only thing in his eyes was a question.
"Dad....Over The Summer, I Kind got into a problem......" Heather didn't know how to put it, she hadn't seen her father in years and this is what he hears. "Dad; I Had a baby." The words where nothing but a whisper.
"Do you know who the father is?" he asked
"Yeah..." Heather replied, confused on the question.
And her fathers reaction, wasn't what one would think.
He burst ed into a row of laughter
Heather stood still while her father laughed, but when he picked her up and spun her in the air did she know that he hadn't changed munch.
"So what you not mad?!" She asked
"How could i be mad, I've always wanted to have lots of grand kids!!" He exclaimed.
Heather smiled, she never really had realized how munch she missed him until now.
"So where is the little guy?" He asked
"Mom took her to the doctor." She told him.
"How old is she?" he asked
"Bout two weeks." She said.
"Poor kid, but its funny, 14 days of life, the kid already hates Grannie." They both laughed at the comment.
"Whats so funny?" They turned to see her mother coming in with Ivy in her arms, and car seat on the counter.
"Nothing mom." She said.
Her father walked over to Ivy And Her Mother handed Ivy to him. He Let Out a gasp.
"Susan, She looks just like you! You both look like babies, what are the odds?!" Her father joked, Heather giggled but her mother gave a stare of death.
"Your luck your holding a baby." Susan mutter to her self Heather rolled her eyes at her mothers comment, then walked over to her father and ivy.
"OK, She has my nose, but she has her fathers eyes, eye color, and mouth....and then moms head." She told him.
"Well Shes a cutie, just like you.." He said, Heather gave a slight smile
Ivy was barley awake and she was sucking on her pacifier.
"Whats her name?" He asked
"Ivy..." Heather told him.
He Let Out A Short Laugh.
"An oddly beautiful name." He said "You pick that out yourself?"
"No, Duncan did, we named her after his grandmother." Heather told him.
"You never told me that." Her mother said from the corner.
"huh..., eh must have slipped my mind." Heather said blankly Rolling her eyes.
"Duncan, he must be the father. where is the boy?" Her father asked looking around.
Heather bit her lip, she did know how to tell her father that Duncan wasn't here, and was getting ready to be on TV.
"Well..."
"He's getting ready to be on TV, a TV show That Heather got fired from." Her mother said interrupting her daughter
Her Father blinked.
"Whoa whoa wait, Susan, you let a pregnant teenager go on TV?!" Her father said.
"No Rick, She Went on The Show For Two Seasons, Then The Kids on the show where to famous to go back to school, so they keep them for about a year, home schooled them, or whatever famous kids do to learn; and then, I get a call from the host of the TV show telling me that MY daughters five months pregnant." Her mother snapped at Rick.
"Well, His he going to help you raise this child?" He asked turning to Heather.
"Yes, Chris Said that after season three hes letting Duncan go to help me with Ivy." Heather told him.
"Good, he must be a good man then." He said.
Heathers mother snorted.
"Yeah good...." She muttered.
"What do you mean?" He asked handing Ivy -Who was now asleep- to Heather.
Susan walked up to him.
"I mean. Ivy's father, is a low life criminal!" Her mother said.
Now of all times she gets mad!!?!?!!
"Nut-uh, he's not a low life." Heather said defending him.
"So hes not a criminal?" Her father asked
"I never said that." She told him.
"You see!" Her mother exclaimed "If you would have agreed to take her in every weekend like i asked years ago, she might be with a smart hansom young man." she snapped.
Heather had never know that.
"Yeah...........instead I'm with A Hunky juvenile punk, and I'm happy." Heather said trying to tell her mother to shut the hell up.
Her mother rolled her eyes
"Its just Heather, Duncan, really, Duncan! You could have gotten with someone better, or smarter, like Harold or Noah?!" Her mother said
"OK, ew ew ew ew ew ew, ohmygod the image is in my head, oh dear god it burns..." Heather said with an discussed look on her face.
"Well, Susan, looks like Duncan's in, and the other to are losers." Rick said
"What, so you not care that the boy has been in jail?!?" Her mother
"Nut-uh, hes never been to jail." Heather protested
"Yet!!" Her mother wailed.
"Oh, calm down, shes happy now." Her father went on
"yeah what ever." Her mother said walking away.
Her father smiled, "i see that she hasn't changed munch" Heather laughed
"Yeah.." she agreed "But shes fun here and there."
After a moment of silence they started laughing.
"oh my god, you haven't been here for an hour and i already remember everything about you." Heather said
"Ha ha, nice." He said. "Well, I'm gonna get my bags, your mother said i could stay for awhile." He said as he walked out.
'Why is mom being so nice to him, and mean to me?' Heather asked herself. But she Meryl shrugged and walked upstairs to her room. Once she got there she lay-ed Ivy in her bed and softly pulled out her pacifier, then she lay-ed by her.
Ivy was a beautiful baby, she light creamy skin look so sweet like vanilla, her hair was oddly growing fast people could tell her hair was black. Heather favorite thing about her was the way her lips looked when she slept, they always stayed open a little, making a kissy face.
Heather leaned up and kissed her cheek. Then she closed her eyes.
Not because she was tired, but because she had nothing else to do. This happened a lot now, Ivy Slept most during the day, and when shes awake its a little pain, but come night and its total hell.
One thing everyone in the house knew, Ivy was a hell of a screamer.
Just then Ivy started kicking in her sleep, and that was followed by small huffs.
Heather softly hushed her child, hoping that she would burst into tears, although Ivy did. Heather held back her sigh, and picked Ivy.
"What is it? You hungry, or the other one..." Heather said pretending Ivy could talk back.
She then felt Ivy's dippier; it was wet. Heather then got out of bed and placed her on the changing table. as she undid Ivy's dipper she listened to her sister talking to her friends in the other room.
"Then What happened?" Asked one of her friends with a high voice.
"Well she said 'Your gonna be just like your sister, your gonna be a bitch....'." Sara said changing her voice to imitate someone voice.
"Oh my god, shes the bitch." A girl with a soft voice said.
"A right bitch..." Said the girl with the high voice.
"Kendra, that's mean shes my sister for gods sake!!" Sara said to her friend "But that is so true!!" She laughed, followed by giggles from the others
"Alright, alright, so Micky, are you really planing on having sex with Jade?" Kendra asked
"I'm thinking about it, I'm a little scared that I'll end up like Heather, but unlike her, I'm on the pill and hes got condoms!" Micky said.
The girls laughed.
"Markka Marshal I can't believe you just said that!" Sarah said though laughs.
"Well its true!" She snorted out.
"Ok, ok guys, Remember, You can't Tell anyone that Heather got pregnant." Sara told them
"yeah yeah, you tell us all the time." said Kendra
"ok ok..." She muttered
"So...Sara who's that guy down stairs?" Micky asked
"Heathers dad." She answered
"wait, don't you and Heather have the same dad?" one asked
"Yeah but, I've never really met 'Rick' so, i just don't really consider him as my dad, i mean just ask Damian, he'll tell you what he thinks of Rick." Sara told them
The girls mumbled in agreement.
Heather got Ivy's Dipper on and picked her up
"Me, I think he's an ass." Sara told them
"You haven't even met him you son of a bitch." Heather said loud enough for them to hear
Then everyone but Sara laughed.
Heather smirked, and then started rocking and bouncing Ivy in her arms.
"Well, I know that i act older than him, he acts like a little kid." Sara yelled
Heather let out a laugh.
"Of course he does, And because he is he's great with kids." Heather told her sister.
"You haven't seen he for what? ten years?! how would you know?" Sara asked
Heather rolled her eyes as ivy started kicking.
"Whats eleven from sixteen?" Heather asked.
Sara didn't reply at once, it took her a moment.
"five, why?" She said
"Well, Unless i got the hole age thing wrong, i was a kid at six." Heather called
"Whatever! He's still an ass!" Sara snapped
"Go out and see what hes doing, then tell me if hes an ass." she told her.
"FINE!" Sara yelled.
Heather heard her sisters door open and close then her sisters foot steps going down the stairs.
Heather sighed, then sat Ivy in a little rocker that Bridgette got for her. it was colored with jungle animals. Heather was growing just to having her room fill with baby stuff, and she was also getting just to the fact that shes a mother, although here and there she asks her self why and how.
She then walked over and started making a bottle for Ivy. Her mother had gotten her a microwave so she didn't have to run up and down the stairs all day. Even thought her breasts did develop, the thought of breastfeeding freaked Heather out.
Just then Sara walked in her room.
"I saw a grown man in joying cartoons." She said flatly.
Heather couldn't help but snicker.
"So, I watched Sponge bob when i was pregnant, and by the time ivy can sit by herself, she'll watch cartoons as well." Heather said.
Sara blinked
"whoa whoa wait, your a sixteen year old girl, that watches cartoons! wow, your just like Rick....Like I'm not telling Duncan that when he gets here!!!" Sara said then ran off.
Heathers glare followed her.
'If your still alive by then.' Heather thought darkly; then jumped at the beeping of the microwave.
She turned and pulled out a little bottle, and then spirited some of the formula on her hand; witch she pulled back at once.
"Aw DAMMIT! Its to hot!" she said as she placed it back on the counter.
"Yeah." Heather turned to see her father walking in her room. "But, I'm guessing that you think that when steam comes off a cup...it means cold, don't worry, i had the same problem!" He said.
Heather smiled.
"Nice..." She muttered
He murmured in agreement.
"So...I was thinking, that maybe you and me could go out and get some ice cream, and maybe i could give you the talk." Heather looked at him.
"Um, I'm a teenage mother, I'm pretty sure I've had the talk before." She told him.
"What? No the ice cream talk, how when you mix flavors...bad things happen..." He told her
Heather chuckled. "Sure why not, just let me get mom so she can watch Ivy." Her father mumbled something she didn't catch.
she raced down stairs and ran right into her mother.
"Oh Heather! Whats the rush?" She asked
"I'm going out with dad for some ice cream, could you watch Ivy for me?" With-out waiting for a reply she raced back up stairs to get her father. "She said yeah."
Her Father smiled. "Alright, lets go."
The two walked down stairs, Heather glanced out the window, it was still raining; Why where they getting ice cream when it was raining? Why where they getting ice cream in the first place?
"Don't worry pushie we'll be back from New York in no time." Rick said as the two walked out side in to the cold and raced to his car.
'New York? What the hell is he talking about?' Heather thought.
The two climbed into the car and buckled up. Heather looked over at her father; he didn't look any different, Only thing that seemed to change was a tattoo of vines on his neck. Freaky, Heather used to dress like the queen bee all the time, but now she covered up her body more with normal t-shirts and pants.
"So..." Her father started as he pulled out. "Did you have many friends on the show?" he asked
Heather looked out the window of the car.
"No." She said with no feeling
Her father took a moment before saying "What about the father? You must have been friends with him."
Heather closed her eyes "Not at first."
"Well did he at least like you?" he asked
Heather replayed the first thing Duncan said to her on the island.
'See you by the camp fire gorgues'
"Yeah, I'd say he did." She told him.
"Good.." Her father mumbled
They sat in the car in silence, they didn't really have anything to say for people who haven't spoken in 10 years. finally, they pulled up to an ice cream pallor. Rick pulled the car up front and the two got out.
"Ever been here?" He asked
"No." She said.
"Well, you'll love it." He said as he walked in.
Heather slowed down to read the name of the place 'Pops'. After looking at it for a moment she entered the store. The place was very small, and the only people besides her and her father where an old couple sitting next to a juice box -Although the place had a radio-. The store didn't look as if it got many coustemers. Heather looked up and saw her father buying himself a cookie n`cream.
"Heather, what would you like?" He asked
"Cookie n`cream." She said
he nodded then said "Alright!" then turned back to the man behind the counter.
Heather walked over to a table and sat down. she put her elbow on the table and cupped her chin in her hands and listened to the radio.
'Alright folks, get read for an idol winner, here is Jordin Sparks Battlefield.'
Her father came to the table as the beat of the music got started.
"Hey." He said as he gave her, her ice cream
"Hey..." she muttered in return
'Don't try to explain your mind
I know what's happening here'
Her father then sat down on the other side of her. Heather grabbed her spoon and took a bite.
"So, did you have fun on the island?" Her father asked
She swallowed her ice cream the looked at her father "Kinda, I lead my team to all of its wins, but in the end, i got my head shaved.
'One minute it's love and suddenly
It's like a battle-field'
"Whoa, how did that happen, how did it grow back so fast?!?" Her father questioned
Heather shrugged. "I don't really wanna talk about it." She muttered as she took anther bite of ice cream.
'One word turns into a
Why is it the smallest things that tear us down'
He nodded.
Heather looked up at him. "What about you? what have you been up to?" She asked
"Well, I helped J.K Rowling Make Harry Potter Deathly Hollows." He said
Heather gasped. "Really?!?!"
Her father snorted "No."
Heather gave him an unbelievable look.
'My world's nothing when you don't
I'm not here without a shield'
"At least I know where i got my lien skills from." she muttered.
"Yeah..but I did help out Malissa Joan Hart, I helped her out good." He said
"What?!?!" Heather exclaimed
her father started laughing. "OK, I didn't do that either."
'Can't go back now'
Heather leaned back in her seat and rolled her eyes.
"So, what did you do?" She asked
'Both hands tied behind my back with nothing
Oh no'
"Worked on my book." he said
Heather nodded.
'These times when we climb so fast to fall again
Why we gotta fall for it now'
Rick started shifting in his seat. "Um, Heather, have you ever wondered why me and your mother....broke up?"
Heather blinked, she hadn't seen that coming. "Um, Not really." She said
'I never meant to start a war
You know I never wanna hurt you
Don't even know what we're fighting for'
"Well, Do you wanna know?" he asked
Heather took a bit before saying "Sure..."
'Why does love always feel like ...
a battlefield (battlefield)
a battlefield (battlefield)
a battlefield (battlefield)'
"You see, I try-ed taking up the writing gig long about, when you where five, and your mother-"
"Didn't want you to, I know." Heather said
'Why does love always feel like ...
a battlefield (battlefield)
a battlefield (battlefield)
a battlefield (battlefield)'
"Yeah...She wanted me to stay home and be the mom, as you can tell, a grown kid watching one six year old, and two baby's, its not a good thing-"
'Why does love always feel like'
"And, when I told your mother, she lost it.-"
'Can't swallow our pride,
Neither of us wanna raise that flag'
"Before she took me to court she told me that I'd never see you again, unless you truly needed me.-"
'If we can't surrender
then we both gonna lose what we had, oh no'
"But, later on she called and asked if i wanted to take you in on the weekends, but, i was on the road at the time."
'Both hands tied behind my back with nothing
(nothing)'
"But, just the other day, she lifted the restraining order, so i could see my grad child." He said, although it seemed as if something was behind it.
'Oh no, these times when we climb so fast to fall again'
Heather nodded.
"So,that's why I haven't seen you in so long...." He said
'I don't wanna fall for it now
I never meant to start a war
You know I never wanna hurt you
Don't even know what we're fighting for'
Heather felt her stomach start twisting, and turning.
"Yeah.." she muttered as she took anther bite of her ice cream
"You ok?" He asked
Heather put on a fake smile "Yeah, I'm fine."
'Why does love always feel like ...
a battlefield (battlefield)
battlefield (battlefield)
battlefield (battlefield)'
"Ok..." He said.
The two stopped talking and just ate their ice cream in peace.
Once they got home it had stopped raining. Heather and her father walked inside the house to find her mother watching her soaps, Heather looked around for Ivy, but couldn't see her.
"Mom, what the hell, wheres Ivy?" She asked
Her mother rolled her eyes
"If you had listened before you left, you would have know that i signed Ivy up for day care." She said
"Day care...shes two weeks old!" Heather said
Her mother sighed "Yes, a baby daycare." she said taking a sip of her ice tea.
"Why?" Heather asked
"I want some sleep, and you, you have to get a job." Her mother said
"What the hell mom!" Heather cried.
"I'm sorry, but that's that's, get a job..." she said taking anther sip of ice tea.
"What, NOW!"
"No, i was thinking maybe tomorrow." Susan said
"Mom, i don't want to get a job." She said.
"To bad, its life, you want this child taken care of right?"
"Yeah but-"
"But nothing, you'll get a job to make money, and that money will go to Ivy." Her mother said
"Okay, When did you became such a bitch?" She asked
"The day I stopped helping you." She said as if it meant nothing
"But...your my mom, you have to help me." Heather said
"Yes, and Ivy's your kid, your her mom, you have to take care of her." She said turning back to the TV.
"Mom!" Heather called, but her mother took no notice of her.
Heather held her stance, glaring at her mother. but after awhile, she let out a angry sigh. "Fine, What time do i pick up Ivy?" She asked
"Your not picking her up." Her mother said.
"What?!" Heather exclaimed
"Yeah, I signed her in, only i can sign her out." She said taking yet anther sip of her tea.
Heather turned and started walking up the stairs, "I can't believe you being like this you little bitch." She said before she entered her room.
She then slammed her door and sat on her bed. ranting to her self.
"Stupid mom, I'm the mother, i take care of her, i gave birth to her, i should be able to pick her up, her fucking father should be here telling me I'm crazy or something, Chris should be in hell, and I SHOULD BE ON THE DAMN SHOW!!!!" She screamed
How'd all this happen, how'd she get here, why was she here, what else in life was there for her?
not munch.
"I'm not getting a job, I'm not doing anything i don't wanna do!" She said to her self
Heather fell back onto her bed and looked at the ceiling, still angry. She closed her eyes, awaiting sleep to come and get her, but it never did.
Then Damian Ran in the room with a magazine in his hand.
"Heather, You might wanna take a look at this." He said handing her the magazine.
"Hey, I'm Trying to take a nap here, and i don't care about some dumb thing the...." Heather glanced down at it, and read the cover. "HOLY SHIT!!!" She cryed as she picked it up.
'HEATHER PREGNANT AT SIXTEEN!'
It was followed by a pitcher of her at what looked like 7 months, eating a bowl of something that the Carma didn't get.
And Then In little words had a sentence saying 'Duncan The Father?' along with a pitcher of them hugging while Heather was pregnant.
'Chris Meclane Tells all.' Was the last thing on the page.
Until Next Time.
;)