That night I lay awake in my bed, watching my baby sleep. Her breaths
came out soft and she made sucking movements with her mouth. A sudden
movement outside of my window caught my eye. I stood quietly and tip-toed
over to the window. Suddenly the window opened and a girl smiled up at me.
Reilly's long blond hair was tied back from her face and she was in her
pajamas.
"Hi babe, I've missed you!" she whispered and then she kissed me softly. I smiled as she climbed through the window.
"Sorry I haven't called you Reilly, I've had some stuff going on," I explained dumbly. Concern covered Reilly's face.
"Is something wrong? You haven't been at school at all in the last week and I've called you a bunch of times and you never called back," she whispered. I hugged her close to me and felt butterflies flutter in my stomach.
"Baby, I have to tell you something," I said, unsure of how to explain. She quickly pulled away from me and looked deeply into my eyes. I could see fear in her blue eyes.
"Are you breaking up with me?" she asked weakly.
"No! No of course not. I just have to tell you something. You see, there was this girl who.." I started. Olivia chose that moment to open her eyes and cry. Reilly spun around and looked to the baby sleeping on the opposite side of the room in her new bassinette.
"Whose baby is that?" she asked.
"Mine," I said shortly, not knowing what else to say. Realization flashed over her features and tears welled up in her eyes. Then she took a deep breath and wiped away the tears from her cheeks. Reilly lifted her hand and punched me square in the eye. I gasped and reeled backwards, she retreated quickly out of the window. I collapsed on my bed and listened to Olivia fuss. Then I noticed that a small light was on in the hall. I gathered Olivia in my arms and walked to the bathroom where the light was coming from. Marcus was rooting around in the cabinet. I cleared my throat. He jumped back and threw his arms behind his back.
"What do you want?! Oh, gosh Wyatt, it's only you," he said. I noticed drops of blood forming a small puddle on the floor.
"Did you get hurt?" I asked him with concern. Marcus scowled and shook his head.
"It's nothing, I just bumped my arm on my bed-side table," he muttered.
"Let me see, I'll heal it," I said, reaching out with my free arm and pulling Marcus's arm from behind him. Long horizontal cuts covered his forearm. My mouth opened and closed without words coming out.
"You can't heal self inflicted wounds Wyatt. Don't worry about it okay? Don't tell anyone, we all have our problems," he said, indication Olivia, who had fallen back to sleep in my arms. I pulled his other arm from behind his back. The word 'HELP' was carved with harsh letters that slowly drained blood.
"Why Marc?" I asked, feeling the fear and pressure in my life grow again.
TO BE CONTINUED....
"Hi babe, I've missed you!" she whispered and then she kissed me softly. I smiled as she climbed through the window.
"Sorry I haven't called you Reilly, I've had some stuff going on," I explained dumbly. Concern covered Reilly's face.
"Is something wrong? You haven't been at school at all in the last week and I've called you a bunch of times and you never called back," she whispered. I hugged her close to me and felt butterflies flutter in my stomach.
"Baby, I have to tell you something," I said, unsure of how to explain. She quickly pulled away from me and looked deeply into my eyes. I could see fear in her blue eyes.
"Are you breaking up with me?" she asked weakly.
"No! No of course not. I just have to tell you something. You see, there was this girl who.." I started. Olivia chose that moment to open her eyes and cry. Reilly spun around and looked to the baby sleeping on the opposite side of the room in her new bassinette.
"Whose baby is that?" she asked.
"Mine," I said shortly, not knowing what else to say. Realization flashed over her features and tears welled up in her eyes. Then she took a deep breath and wiped away the tears from her cheeks. Reilly lifted her hand and punched me square in the eye. I gasped and reeled backwards, she retreated quickly out of the window. I collapsed on my bed and listened to Olivia fuss. Then I noticed that a small light was on in the hall. I gathered Olivia in my arms and walked to the bathroom where the light was coming from. Marcus was rooting around in the cabinet. I cleared my throat. He jumped back and threw his arms behind his back.
"What do you want?! Oh, gosh Wyatt, it's only you," he said. I noticed drops of blood forming a small puddle on the floor.
"Did you get hurt?" I asked him with concern. Marcus scowled and shook his head.
"It's nothing, I just bumped my arm on my bed-side table," he muttered.
"Let me see, I'll heal it," I said, reaching out with my free arm and pulling Marcus's arm from behind him. Long horizontal cuts covered his forearm. My mouth opened and closed without words coming out.
"You can't heal self inflicted wounds Wyatt. Don't worry about it okay? Don't tell anyone, we all have our problems," he said, indication Olivia, who had fallen back to sleep in my arms. I pulled his other arm from behind his back. The word 'HELP' was carved with harsh letters that slowly drained blood.
"Why Marc?" I asked, feeling the fear and pressure in my life grow again.
TO BE CONTINUED....