Well because you guys loved it so much I decided to do another chapter…I couldn't really think of what to do next…so don't blame me if it's bad! And the answer to your question…this is set before Alex arrived.
Jess
Title: Little Aimee Jones
Disclaimer: I don't own them…if I did Jo would still be alive and she and PJ would be happy together! And Susie and Jonesy would finally be together as well!
Summary: Aimee is still coming to grips with the fact that she's adopted. She still wants nothing to do with her birth parents…so will she be able to accept Jonesy as her father?
"I can't believe I can finally get out of here today." Aimee smiled. "It's been so boring being cooped up in that small room all day, with nothing to do."
"Yes well just because you're getting out of hospital doesn't mean you can go running around straight away. You've still got a broken leg and a fractured arm, not to mention the fact that you've just had a major operation." Jonesy said to her.
"I know. But at least I wont have to put up with all the noise and the constant checks by nurses in the middle of the night. I might actually get some sleep. Plus I'm getting sick of that icky food." Aimee made a 'sick' face and pretended to gag, which made Jonesy laugh.
"Well you do realize that my cooking isn't much better." Jonesy laughed.
"You've got a point there. But still…even your cooking is better than hospital food."
"Oh I see you're dressed and ready to go then." A Nurse said as she walked into the room.
"Yes indeedy!" Aimee cried. "The sooner I get out of here the better."
"You have no idea how many times I hear people say that, if you ask me I'd rather be in here getting waited on hand and foot." The nurse laughed.
"Yeah…that was one thing I liked. But then there's the horrible food, the uncomfortable bed, and the boringness of the TV." Aimee laughed. "Besides I'll still get waited on when I'm at home"
"Oh is that what you think is it?" Jonesy laughed.
"Duh!" she grinned.
"Come on then, let's get you discharged and you can go home."
"Woot!" Aimee cried. "So long boring hospital room…hello freedom!"
Jonesy shook his head and wheeled the wheelchair out of the room after the nurse.
"This is your place?" Aimee asked when they pulled up to Jonesy and Alex's house.
"Well it's PJ's place. But he needed some company so me and Susie moved in."
"So you and Susie are serious then? Living together hey?" Aimee winked.
"As a matter of fact we are serious. Not that it's any of your business, but we are engaged."
"Really? So does that mean I get to be a bridesmaid at your wedding?"
"Hey we don't even know when the wedding is going to be yet."
"Chill. I was just kidding. I'll probably be gone before that happens anyway."
"You're planning on leaving?"
"Well I can't exactly stay here forever can I? I'll just keep getting in the way."
"Well where are you planning on going?"
"I don't know. I guess I'll just wing it. Go wherever the wind takes me…etc. etc." Aimee explained.
"So you're not going to try and find your birth parents?"
"No." Aimee snapped. Then she sighed. "I don't know. I guess I'm just scared to find out who they really are. I mean they could be either dead, living in a gutter, or be really rich and want nothing to do with me. It's scary; I could have another family out there somewhere. I could have brothers and sisters, uncle and aunties, cousins and even grandparents that don't even know I exist." Aimee sighed.
"Or you could have parents who have spent their whole lives wondering where you are, what you've been doing with your life, what you look like now." Jonesy said to her, thinking that now might be the right moment to tell her the truth.
"Yeah. That is a possibility. But right now I couldn't care who they are. I mean they abandoned me and I don't think I'll ever be able to forgive them for it." And then the moment was gone. He knew it would have to remain a secret for now.
"Yeah." Jonesy sighed. "Come on I'll show you to your room." He wheeled her through to the spare room, which had a bed, a cupboard and a lamp sitting on a bedside table.
"It's kind of bare." Aimee noticed.
"Yeah well we weren't exactly expecting company." Jonesy replied.
"So where's my stuff?"
"Well a lot of it was destroyed in the accident. But we managed to salvage some stuff for you. Your mum's got it with her at the hotel." Jonesy explained.
"So…can you get it for me?"
"Sure. I'll ask her to bring it over."
"No…I meant you go and get it, so I don't have to see her."
"Aimee. You've got to sort things out with her eventually."
"Yeah well at the moment all I feel like doing is sleeping. The last thing on my mind is seeing her."
"It's ok. You don't have to. I'll leave you to think things over for a while. I'll be back in about an hour or so. If you need anything then just give me a call and I'll come right back ok."
"Ok." Aimee sighed and watched as Jonesy left the house. Then she wheeled herself to the couch and grabbed the TV remote. She then sat back and watched the TV.
She was flicking through the channels when she suddenly came across a show called 'Adoption'. She was about to change the channel when she heard something that seemed a little too close to home for her.
"I just found out recently that I was adopted. I was angry at first of the thought of my mother and father abandoning me. Then I thought about it for a while, and when my adoptive parents told me the whole story of why I was adopted, it made me realize how much the adoption had helped my life."
Aimee listened to the story of how being adopted had changed this girls life, and she couldn't help but cry. She knew nothing about who her parents really were and what happened; yet she was blaming them for something that Jonesy said wasn't their fault.
It was all too confusing for her. She put her head in her hands and sighed. The phone was sitting on the table beside her and she decided to call her friend Heather.
"Yello?"
"Heather it's Aimee."
"Aimee…where are you? Your mum said something about an accident. Are you alright?"
"Yeah I'm fine. Well ok not really. I've got a couple of broken bones and stuff but that's not the biggest problem."
"Ok…what's going on?'
"Well I need your advice…" She went on to tell heather the whole story of what she had recently found out.
"Wow. That's big. Though I don't see how I'm supposed to help."
"Well I called you because I know you've been through it all before. I was hoping maybe you could tell me what I should do, because I really have no idea."
"Well…when I found out I was in the same situations as you. I was really angry with my parents for abandoning me. But the thing is they didn't abandon me. It turns out that my father didn't even know I was pregnant, and my mother was a junkie, so the best thing for me was to be adopted. When my birth mother came to the house asking to see me I didn't know what was going on, then we talked and she explained to me what had happened and why she had to let me go. She needed to get her life back on track and when she did she came to me and now we're happy."
"But I don't know who my parents are and whether they want to find me or not."
"Well…ask your mum who your birth parents are. There's no point in staying angry because no matter what you do nothing is going to change what has happened. You may as well make the best of it…and just think when it come to your birthday then you'll be able to get more gifts." Heather laughed.
"Thanks Heather. You've really helped."
"So when are you coming home?"
"I don't know. I don't think I will. I just need some time to myself for a while."
"Ok. Well I guess I'll see you when you get back…if you do."
"Yeah. Bye Heather."
Aimee hung up the phone and sighed. That really hadn't helped at all…she still didn't know what to do. She sat back in the chair and flicked through the channels of the TV again.
When Jonesy finally got home she was watching some daytime TV movie and when she noticed him walk in, she turned the TV off.
"Hey. I brought you some doughnuts. I thought you might want something to eat."
"Thanks." Aimee smiled. "Hey Jonesy…"
"Yeah." He asked as he sat down on the couch.
"Can you tell me about my parents?"
"Well…I don't think it's my place to tell you this. Your mother and I agreed we would tell you together."
"Tell me what exactly?"
"She wasn't the one at fault you know. She just wanted you to have the best life you possibly could. At first she didn't even agree to the idea…none of us did. But then your mother's parents convinced Becca to take you. Becca and Joe were the only ones that your parents trusted to take care of you."
"Why couldn't they take care of me themselves?"
"Because they were only 17. They were too young to get married, not to mention the fact that they didn't love each other."
"They obviously didn't love me either." Aimee mumbled, tears welling in her eyes.
"No Aimee. That's not true. They loved you so much, both of them. If they had a choice they would have kept you and raised you themselves, but that wasn't an option back then."
"If you knew so much about my mother…then you can tell me who she is."
"Aimee…I…"
"Please. I need to know the name of the woman that abandoned me."
"You keep saying you were abandoned but that was far from the truth. Aimee you were loved by everyone around you…your father loved you the most."
"How do you know?"
"Because I…it doesn't matter."
"It matters to me. You knew who my parents were, why didn't you tell me?"
"Because I had no choice. I was being threatened to keep my mouth shut."
"By who?"
"Your mothers parents."
"Why didn't they want anyone to know?"
"Because their family was well respected and they didn't want to ruin their reputation."
"That seems a bit selfish. I mean how could they do that to their own grandchild? Didn't Mum have any say in it at all?"
"Well the thing is…Aimee…are you sure you want to know who your real parents are, and what really happened after you were born?"
"Yes."
"You do realizes once I've told you, I cant take it back."
"I know. But I've been thinking, and I've been a real idiot about this. I mean I haven't even heard the full story yet. I've just been so upset. I feel so alone. I don't have anybody here that understands what I'm going through."
"I do Aimee…"
"What do you mean?"
"Well when I was about 20, I found out that I had been adopted."
"What? Why didn't you tell me before?"
"Because I had no reason too."
"What did you do when you found out?"
"Well I was a bit angry at first, but then I cam to realize that being angry didn't help anyone at all so I decided to find my birth parents."
"Did you find them?"
"Well it was too late to find my mother…she died a while back. But my father was working in Melbourne. He was an architect. We sat down and talked and then we became good friends."
"So you weren't angry with him once you knew who he was?"
"Well yes and no. I was angry because I didn't know why. Now I do I realized that maybe being adopted wasn't so bad."
"Do you think if I find my real parents that I'll be happy?"
"Well…it depends."
"On what?"
"Well I'll start from the beginning…"
Well there ya go…you'll have to wait till next time to find out what happened…
Ciao for now!
Smelly
