Safias story.

"Saf... saffy... wake up!" I heard james say and felt a gentle shake on my good arm.

My eyes opened up to see his worried brown eyes staring straight back at me.

My mouth felt so dry as I tried to open it to speak.

"You were having a bad dream safs... it's okay." He said lovingly.

My head adjusted from the nightmare I was just having of being back in that horrid little shack with Carlos tied up, to the calm and neatness as I looked around Sara's living room where both James and I had fallen to sleep on arriving home from the airport in the early hours of this morning.

"Sorry." I mumbled as I left one nightmare and remembered I was in a real one as the reality of my mother dying and my father not wanting to talk to me set in.

"Come here." He said pulling me in to his arms as his mother walked in to the room.

She smiled at us both. "I've just put the kettle on... did you want a drink?" She asked.

"I'll have a coffee thanks mom." James replied.

"Just a water will be fine thanks." I said standing up and feeling giddy

"Are you okay love? You look poorly." Cathy said looking concerned.

"She just woke up from a bad dream mom." James replied for me.

I rubbed my hand on my face. "No I don't feel great actually." I said more to James. "I think I'm a bit dehydrated that's all." I added trying not to alarm him.

"Your stressed out saf. We will go and see your dad later and sort some of this out okay... I bet you will feel better once you have talked to him." James soothed.

I nodded, he was right. I was wound so tight over everything.

His mom kindly presented me with a glass of water while Sara, her sister who was also my foster carer sat me down and gave me a shoulder to cry on.

Sara talked to us only briefly this morning when we arrived home. No baby news was mentioned, only hugs and words of relief that we were okay.

She was more concerned that Sheri had spent the night at Kendalls, but as James pointed out it was more early morning than night and Kendall and Logan were the closest people she has in her life, so Sara didn't make too much of a fuss over it.

But now thanks to James' mother, Sara was in full knowledge of my pregnancy and my father's reaction to it. She knew about my mother and offered me kind, yet stern words of comfort.

Sara wasn't a pushover and teen pregnancies she didn't see as cute or romantic. She wasn't one to say everything was going to be okay like James' mom, she was one to tell you how hard your life was about to become.

"I've tried phoning your father... lots of times, but there is no answer. Safia I don't understand what's gone on here exactly. I had no clue that you and James were more than friendly and quite frankly I'm upset with both of you." She explained. "I certainly don't have room for a girl with a baby here, let alone a ready made family that I can see twinkling in James' eyes... can you stop smirking at me please James. I hope you understand how much things are going to change." She said looking angry at James.

I turned to look at him myself. He did have a little grin on his face.

"James you are being rude to your aunt." His mother snapped, as it did appear that James wasn't taking any of this seriously.

"No im not... things will be fine. You're acting like she is a single mother... she has me! Im the one she can turn to and rely on and trust... safs don't worry about a thing okay." He said taking my hand.

I nodded. I believed him whole heartedly. I knew James was head over heels in love with me and I knew I felt exactly the same.

"James life isn't as straight forward as that... why didn't you come to me! With all the kids that pass through this house you know full well that I've got a never ending supply of condoms stashed in a cupboard. I'm pretty sure I've already handed out some to you after we had a chat about another near miss you had." Sara said angrily.

The smile disappeared from James then.

"It wasn't a near miss... it was me being stupid on my first time and I took care of that. I made sure the girl took a morning after pill." He snapped standing up.

I knew full well he was talking about Sheri but Sara was completely in the dark about this. I don't think James was about to go revealing any names though.

"I get fed up with people criticising that we are having a baby! Safia has lost her mother and her dad is being a Jack ass to her but all your concerned about is what it will make you look like when the news comes out." He raged.

"That's not true James... sit down!" Sara said firmly.

"No! It is true, fact is I'm glad she is pregnant... it's a shock and yeah we get how hard it's going to be but at this specific moment in time I don't want to be moaned at about getting a girl pregnant or being told what I should of done differently... Safia is in need of all of us at the moment and if that means you bite your tongue on your real feelings then you bite it. Okay!" He hissed at his aunt.

James' mother looked some what shocked at this outburst from her son but proud at the same time.

Sara on the other hand wasn't taking his speech quite so heroically.

"We will discuss all of this later!" She replied to James, still in her stern voice. She then stood up and walked over to the window to look out of it and collect her thoughts.

James and his mother then shared an awkward look before he helped me up to my feet, I winced at my arm that was in agony. It was still heavily bandaged.

"C'mon safs I will help you get ready." He said softly to me.

I looked at Sara as she turned back around from the window. I knew her house rules. I wasn't allowed to be alone with boys in my room... no one was. Especially ones that declared they were about to help me get changed. But knowing that the damage was already done Sara remained silent and turned back to the window.

I felt ashamed of myself for everything in that instant.

Once alone in my room that James' mother had spent the night in I cuddled in to James and had a little cry.

"I'm sorry I lost my cool back there." James said as I heard the sound of his soft voice echo on his chest.

"It was nice to hear." I sniffed out. "I do feel like I've let everyone down though... do you?" I asked looking up to him.

James shrugged. "No... the only person I feel I've let down is you. Before we got together you were doing well at school, you were stress free, you didn't lie to your dad, you didn't run off on holidays... you didn't have sex!..." He continued.

"James don't... please... just don't." I said wrapping my index finger around his. "I love you, I wanted you... as far as I'm concerned your the only person in the world that hasn't let me down."

James flopped down on my bed and stared at the ceiling.

"I'm surprised my mom has taken it so well." He said still staring up.

Curling up next to him I kissed his cheek as we both lay on my made bed.

"Is it selfish of me to say I'm glad I'm pregnant so I know you won't leave me. Your all I've got left J." I replied.

"No... I think I feel the same. I've spent the best part of the year sleeping in 4 different houses... it's nice to have someone permanent that I know won't hurt me." He replied. Once again I knew he was thinking about his brief romance with Sheri. She hurt him so bad which was one of the reasons he didn't want to get in to a relationship with me.

"Let's get you and your father fixed huh." He then added.

"Can I have a big hug first?" I asked with a smile sitting back up. "Mind my arm though."

James sat up and once again wrapped his arms around me. His embrace feeling warm and safe. The smell of his hair was relaxing.

"I love you!" He said pulling away and giving me a kiss on my lips.

"Love you to J." I replied returning his kiss. This time allowing him to linger, not being able to remember the last time we had been caught in a moment I let myself enjoy him. His scent, his tongue. His cool breath on my skin.

He was my everything and I knew I never wanted to be without him.

James ran his fingers through my long dark hair.

"You should cover this up... for your dad, I mean ." James said breaking away. He then got up and walked over to a small chest of drawers that was in my tiny room that I had here.

I let out a sigh, not really wanting to dress in a scarf but he was right, the more traditional I looked the better it would be for my father.

"There is a black one in the bottom drawer... I will wear that." I replied.

James looked up, "you don't usually wear black. There is a gold one in here." He said pulling it out.

I shook my head. "Wearing black is deemed more appropriate for a few days after the loss of a loved one. He would go mental if I turned up dressed in gold James."

James nodded. "Sorry... that was insensitive of me." He said.

"No its not, your just concentrating on one thing at a time." I said softly, not wanting him to feel bad.

James gave me a small smile, we then had the difficult task of trying to get me changed. I could hardly bend my arm.

"Maybe lift it up and I will put the shirt on like that?" James said looking at my face screw up as pain hit me from my injuries.

"I'm not sure it's meant to hurt this bad James." I said trying to hold in the tears.

"You want me to have a look... under the bandage?" He said softly.

I shook my head knowing that more pain would come if he took off the bandage. I imagined dried blood stuck to both the skin and the gauze that was protecting me.

"No leave it... please." I said, exhausted already just from getting dressed.

James and I did things the long way round, we caught a cab to his uncle's where he had been staying before the plane crash, and collected his car. On getting in that he then stopped off at a chemist to see if there was anything in the line of pain killers I could take for my arm, but being pregnant James came out empty handed.

It was then my stomach began getting butterflies as we turned the corner and made our way to my home to see my dad.

As it came in to view the nearer James got, I had to sit up straight in my seat to try and figure out what my eyes were seeing.

"What the..." I said as James pulled in. I had opened the car door in my shock before the vehicle had come to a complete standstill.

Closing the door behind me as I got out the car, I heard James' door close as I stood on the sidewalk. My mouth gaped open as I looked up to the "FOR SALE" sign that had been hammered in to the ground.

A large removals lorry was parked up just in front of where James was parked and three men were placing furniture in to the back of it.

I looked at James as he looked at me. "This can't be happening?!" I whispered out. Then marched my way in to the house. The front door open for the removal men to come and go, I just walked straight in. James was hot on my heels.

Not finding my father downstairs, I climbed the stairs; finally coming face to face with him on the landing as he exited his bedroom.

A look of shock smacked over his face when he lay eyes on me.

"What's going on?" I demanded blocking the way out for him at the top of the stairs.

"Please move!" Was all my dad replied.

"There is a 'for sale' sign out side?" I said panicked.

"Please remove yourself from the hand rail." He scolded, only making eye contact on my hand that was firmly attached to the banister.

"What's going on dad? Your selling the house?... without even telling me? I know your upset about what's happened but-" I tried to say but he interrupted by grabbing my injured arm which was covered by a long sleeved black top. I don't think he would on intentionally hurt me, but I screamed out in pain

My father fled down the stairs the second his path was free but now James was on his tail.

Once again using his height to his advantage over his tender years compared to my dad, James squared up to him demanding answers.

"Why are you doing this?" He said calmly.

"Safia has made her own choices with no regard for others mr maslow. I'm simply doing the same." My dad replied.

"Your taking away her home! Her memories... she had just lost her mother!" James said losing all hint of calm as his voice raised.

"And I've lost my wife and a daughter!" My father bit back.

"That's bull shit... your daughter is right there... she needs you!" James yelled, pointing at me.

My emotions won me over and tears streamed down my face.

"My daughter mr maslow, would never of been seen coverting with the likes of you... my daughter would not of opened her legs to the temptation that was whispered in her ear by you. As far as I'm concerned mr maslow, my daughter is dead to me!" My father retorted.

A howl of tears left me as my father tried to walk out from the house.

James placed his arm over the open door to stop my dad from walking.

"Safia came here to apologise... to make things right... please just hear her out." James said sounding calm again.

Reluctantly my father turned around and stared at me. His eyes looked cold and non responsive.

I stepped down from the last two steps of the stairs I was stood on and walked towards him.

"Daddy I love you and I know I've disappointed you but I'm..." I began crying harder. ".. I need you to forgive me. I've made mistakes... I know I have. But I'm still me... I'm sorry... please just give me a chance." I begged.

My father actioned a single nod to say he had understood what I had said.

He then turned back to James.

"Her mother's burial was yesterday. If she wishes to visit her, the cemetery is the garden of peace... her belongings from her room are boxed up outside... once the removal men have gone they will lock up." He said then walked away leaving James momentarily stunned, just as I was.

On regaining his composure James followed my father out. "You can't do this to her!" He yelled as my father got in to his Mercedes.

"Mr Rahimi where are you moving to? At least let her know." James shouted through the tinted windows. The car purred in to life.

James stupidly decided to stand in front of it. My father revved his engine, attempting to force him out the way.

"Talk to her... for fucks sake!" James yelled banging his palms down on the car bonnet.

The car edged forward aggressively, forcing James to step back but he didn't move out of the way.

"You cunt! You fucking cunt!" James screamed at my father who was never going to be reasoned with.

James stepped away from the front of the car but gave the side of it a good punt with his foot leaving a dent as it sped out from the driveway of the place I once called home.

His chest heaving with adrenalin and placing both his hands on his head he looked desperate. He truly thought that my father would come round to our way of thinking.

"What the fuck are you looking at!?" James said viciously to two of the removals men as they stood and gawped at the space of the dramatic side show they had just witnessed.

With a fierce attitude in his step, James came towards me at the front door where I had stood and watched my father drive out of my life.

"We don't need him... we don't need him." James said softly as he took my shaken up body in his arms. He then guided me to his car and sat me down in the seat.

I watched as he collected the boxes of my belongings and put them in his trunk.

I knew my father would not forgive me but I never expected this...

Author note. Thanks for the great reviews and every one who is reading.

Will update soon.