A/N - Thank you Bob. You made my day! Finally finished school!! Woohoo!!!
13 weeks holiday now!!! So the updates will happen a lot more often okies?
Also I am still continuing with my other fics (Broken Promises, Shattered
Dreams, Forever Friends and This Simple Life) so be prepared for updates
people! With this I'm used to people slagging me off so if you must
continue. Hey at least I know people are reading this huh?!
Chapter 10 - Belonging
"Please Mr Thompson we really need this!"
Mr Thompson shook his head sadly, "I'm sorry. I wish I could help you I really do but I just can't. It's just impossible"
David contemplated this sentence for a minute and then sadly shook his head before walking out of the restaurant. That was the second time this week he'd been turned down, and it was only Monday. No one seemed to want to give him a job. David didn't blame them. He wanted want to employ a homeless kid who wasn't even 17 yet. But at the same time he couldn't help but hate them. He really needed a job. Eloise was almost 8 months pregnant. He wanted to give their baby the best start in life that he could, but right now that didn't look as if it was going to happen. His first child was going to be born in a squat with drug dealers and prostitutes for neighbours. As he continued walking his mind began to wander. He was amazed at how much had happened since last year. This time last year they had just decided to spend part of the summer out by the lake. It was a kind of break before they both began High School. They had had so much fun planning the vacation. Telling Clare what they were going to do, helping Belle pick out what clothes to take. It all seemed like a lifetime ago. Suddenly David snapped back to reality. He looked around as the realization dawned on him. He had walked home. His hand was even in his inside pocket, searching for his key. He missed his family. He missed all of them, even his dad. He wished with all his heart that he could be home right now, even doing homework would be like Heaven compared to what he was going through. He hadn't spoken to his family for over six months and he missed them more and more with each day. God, he even missed Clare waking him up at 5AM on a Saturday because she was excited about her ballet class. Before he had a chance to realise what he was doing he knocked loudly on the door.
And came face-to-face with his father.
David watched as he father's face transformed from one of pleasantness, to disbelief, anger and finally hatred. He tried to speak but Chandler stopped him,
"I thought all this had ended. We don't need you and none of us want you back. I don't care that your having a baby. I'm sorry but if you bother us again I'll have to call the police. Goodbye"
As the door shut on him David felt the tears he had been holding back fall as his worst fears were realised. They had no one.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Monica looked up as soon as she heard the door slam. When she heard that sound she knew who had been at the door. She put her magazine down and looked at Chandler when he entered,
"It was them wasn't it?"
Monica watched as Chandler considered lying to her and then relented, "David"
"No Eloise?"
Chandler shook his head as Monica said, almost to herself, "No it's better, she's due soon"
"I sent him away. Told him not to bother us again"
"He is your son you know"
Chandler shook his head, "Not any more"
All of a sudden the rage and anger Monica had been holding inside for the past 6 months burst to the surface,
"Yes he is!" she yelled launching herself at him, "No matter what you say he is still your son and he needs you right now!"
Chandler was shocked at his wife's sudden outburst, and tried to control her as she thrashed out, "Monica please!"
"DON'T YOU 'MONICA PLEASE' ME! I HAVE PUT UP WITH THIS LONG ENOUGH. THEY ARE MY KIDS AND I WANT THEM HOME! I WANT THEM HOME CHANDLER, I just want my babies back. . . "
"I know sweetie and I said to them they can come home as soon as they end it"
"You don't mean it though. You'll always find some excuse not to take them back. There our kids Chandler, I want them home. Where the belong"
Chandler didn't say anything, he simply moved his body closer to Monica and attempted to put his arms around her. She drew away and whispered, in a tone Chandler had never heard her use before, "Don't you touch me. Don't you dare touch me. If it wasn't for the girls I'd be living somewhere with David, Eloise and OUR grandchild now"
She stood up and walked upstairs, locking the bedroom door as she entered the room.
Chandler sat downstairs reflecting on the mess he now had in place of a life.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Eloise sat down on the floor of their small room in the squat, her arms folded around her full body. She smiled briefly as she looked at her stomach, she'd always imagined having kids. She was going to have three. Two girls, Amelia and Abigail, and a boy, Michael. They were going to grow up and walk to school together and come home at night and give their mommy a big hug. They would all belong together. Like Eloise had belonged at home. Now she didn't belong anywhere. And no one actually seemed to care.
Chapter 10 - Belonging
"Please Mr Thompson we really need this!"
Mr Thompson shook his head sadly, "I'm sorry. I wish I could help you I really do but I just can't. It's just impossible"
David contemplated this sentence for a minute and then sadly shook his head before walking out of the restaurant. That was the second time this week he'd been turned down, and it was only Monday. No one seemed to want to give him a job. David didn't blame them. He wanted want to employ a homeless kid who wasn't even 17 yet. But at the same time he couldn't help but hate them. He really needed a job. Eloise was almost 8 months pregnant. He wanted to give their baby the best start in life that he could, but right now that didn't look as if it was going to happen. His first child was going to be born in a squat with drug dealers and prostitutes for neighbours. As he continued walking his mind began to wander. He was amazed at how much had happened since last year. This time last year they had just decided to spend part of the summer out by the lake. It was a kind of break before they both began High School. They had had so much fun planning the vacation. Telling Clare what they were going to do, helping Belle pick out what clothes to take. It all seemed like a lifetime ago. Suddenly David snapped back to reality. He looked around as the realization dawned on him. He had walked home. His hand was even in his inside pocket, searching for his key. He missed his family. He missed all of them, even his dad. He wished with all his heart that he could be home right now, even doing homework would be like Heaven compared to what he was going through. He hadn't spoken to his family for over six months and he missed them more and more with each day. God, he even missed Clare waking him up at 5AM on a Saturday because she was excited about her ballet class. Before he had a chance to realise what he was doing he knocked loudly on the door.
And came face-to-face with his father.
David watched as he father's face transformed from one of pleasantness, to disbelief, anger and finally hatred. He tried to speak but Chandler stopped him,
"I thought all this had ended. We don't need you and none of us want you back. I don't care that your having a baby. I'm sorry but if you bother us again I'll have to call the police. Goodbye"
As the door shut on him David felt the tears he had been holding back fall as his worst fears were realised. They had no one.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Monica looked up as soon as she heard the door slam. When she heard that sound she knew who had been at the door. She put her magazine down and looked at Chandler when he entered,
"It was them wasn't it?"
Monica watched as Chandler considered lying to her and then relented, "David"
"No Eloise?"
Chandler shook his head as Monica said, almost to herself, "No it's better, she's due soon"
"I sent him away. Told him not to bother us again"
"He is your son you know"
Chandler shook his head, "Not any more"
All of a sudden the rage and anger Monica had been holding inside for the past 6 months burst to the surface,
"Yes he is!" she yelled launching herself at him, "No matter what you say he is still your son and he needs you right now!"
Chandler was shocked at his wife's sudden outburst, and tried to control her as she thrashed out, "Monica please!"
"DON'T YOU 'MONICA PLEASE' ME! I HAVE PUT UP WITH THIS LONG ENOUGH. THEY ARE MY KIDS AND I WANT THEM HOME! I WANT THEM HOME CHANDLER, I just want my babies back. . . "
"I know sweetie and I said to them they can come home as soon as they end it"
"You don't mean it though. You'll always find some excuse not to take them back. There our kids Chandler, I want them home. Where the belong"
Chandler didn't say anything, he simply moved his body closer to Monica and attempted to put his arms around her. She drew away and whispered, in a tone Chandler had never heard her use before, "Don't you touch me. Don't you dare touch me. If it wasn't for the girls I'd be living somewhere with David, Eloise and OUR grandchild now"
She stood up and walked upstairs, locking the bedroom door as she entered the room.
Chandler sat downstairs reflecting on the mess he now had in place of a life.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Eloise sat down on the floor of their small room in the squat, her arms folded around her full body. She smiled briefly as she looked at her stomach, she'd always imagined having kids. She was going to have three. Two girls, Amelia and Abigail, and a boy, Michael. They were going to grow up and walk to school together and come home at night and give their mommy a big hug. They would all belong together. Like Eloise had belonged at home. Now she didn't belong anywhere. And no one actually seemed to care.
