I was lying down on Pest's sofa, my back against the arm. I'd left India and Biggz in the flat, might not have been the best idea, but I was too mad to even be around her. Sure, she was my twin and I did still love her, but not knowing if the baby belongs to your former-alive-boyfriend or bit on the side was a new low. And when I thought about it, the night Dennis had died, they'd been a lot more loved up after she told him something in the kitchen. So now I was putting the pieces together, and she'd obviously told him that she was having his kid, when it might not have been completely true. But it didn't matter anymore, Dennis wasn't around and Biggz was. So maybe the baby being Bigzzs' would be better, but Pest wasn't exactly seeing it that way. I'd told him about five minutes after we met up, and he wasn't taking it in the best way.
"I'm gonna fuckin' kill 'im!" he shouted, pacing back and forth.
"Calm down" I sighed, rolling my eyes.
"I can't fuckin' calm down Tex! He shagged 'is mates girl, you don' do that!" he exclaimed, pausing to look down at me.
"You think I don't know that? Look I know how fucked up it is but I'm not shouting about it" I replied irritatedly.
"I mean, 'ow could 'e do that?" he asked, shaking his head. I shrugged.
"I don't know, I'm not mad at him though. I'm mad at India. Your nan's not here is she?" I asked worriedly. I'd hate to think that we'd woken her up with all our shouting.
"Nah, she's playin' bingo" he explained. I sighed in relief.
"Good. Look I'm probably as mad as you but beating the shit out of them won't do anything" I said. He sighed, falling down next to me.
"It'd do somethin' though" he muttered, shaking his head.
"How fucked up is this? India's the one with the baby and she doesn't even know who's it is" I said, biting my lip in thought.
"Hmm. I though you weren't upset about it?" he asked curiously. I shrugged.
"So did I" I mumbled. He laced his fingers through mine and I looked up at him.
"I was upset when you told me" he admitted.
"I'm only fifteen, so on some level I was happy-ish. But..." I sighed, not sure how to finish my sentence.
"If you wan' one, you can 'ave one" he said. I rolled my eyes.
"No, I don't want one. It just freaks me out how upset I was" I sighed. He nodded.
"Nothin' wrong with that. Sides, if you ever wan' one all you gotta do is ask" he smirked. I smiled in amusement.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure the 'making it' part is the only bit you want. If I blew up like a balloon I'm pretty sure you'd think otherwise" I replied, shaking my head.
"Nah, I ain't that bad. I'd definitely stay wiv you" he said.
"Well, I'm not ready to be a mum. India isn't either, though. This may sound stupid but...I think I feel sorry for her" I admitted. His eyes narrowed in confusion.
"What? Please tell me you're joking" I shook my head.
"I don't know why. But think about it, I mean really think for a minute. She's pregnant at 15, she doesn't know who the dad is, she's apparently 'In-Love' with Biggz, she misses Dennis, our parents are most likely going to kick her out, I'm mad at her, you're mad at her, and to top it all off she still has homework to do because she's still in High School" I explained. By the time I'd finished I knew he was contemplating my facts.
"I s'pose, but still! She cheated on Den!" he exclaimed. I nodded in understanding.
"I know she did, and now she's paying for it. Look Pest, no one is angrier than me right now. But she's still my sister and we've been through everything together. I'm not turning my back on her now" I sighed, shaking my head.
"Fine. But I'm 'avin' words wiv Biggz" he said. I smiled and nodded.
"I know. I'll speak to her tomorrow, right now I just want to relax" I shrugged. He nodded and smirked.
"Not yet you ain't" he said. In a few seconds he moved so that he was hovering over me.
"Getting ideas?" I chuckled. He shrugged.
"Nothin' I ain't thought before" he replied before leaning down, I giggled and our lips connected.
Sighing, I stood outside, staring at the blue door. It was time for me to go in and actually talk to my sister, help her. My time of being pissed off was over now, and it was time to help her. I had no idea what I was going to do though, we'd never dealt with this kind of situation before. We'd only ever had problems with ex-boyfriends, our parents, and the occasional slags in the area...but never pregnancy. Though as I thought this through, I then realised the loud shouting from inside my flat. Rolling my eyes, I pulled out my key, unlocking the door and entering. Though as I closed the door I realised who was shouting...our parents.
"You're getting rid of it!" Dad shouted. Narrowing my eyes curiously, I dropped my bag onto the passage floor.
"No I'm not!" India screamed. I crossed my arms and entered the living room. My whole family had spread out to occupy different parts of the room. India was stood up near the window, glaring daggers at my father. He was also stood, but near the kitchen doorway. And our mum was sitting down on the sofa, an annoyed expression on her face.
"What's going on?" I asked. All heads whipped in my direction.
"Where have you been?" Mum demanded. I shrugged.
"I stayed over at Pests' flat. Why, what's going on?" I repeated. She sighed.
"We're trying to talk some sense into your sister. Maybe you can get her to listen" she replied, annoyance clear in her tone.
"What? You think turning Tex against me will make me think any different? Fuck you" India spat.
"Don't use that kind of language on your mum! You've been hanging out with that dirty-gang too long" Dad exclaimed, shooting my sister a disgusted look.
"Will someone please tell me what the heck is going on?!" I exclaimed impatiently.
"It's the baby, Tex. They're going to make me get rid of it" India explained, tears filling her eyes.
"What? As in get an abortion?" I asked, my eyes wide.
"Maybe, if not that then adoption. Listen Tex, I know you're mad at me but please don't side with them. Don't make me get rid of it" she begged, rubbing her stomach as she did.
"Um..." I paused, glancing at each member of my family.
"Your sister knows better, you think she's knocked up? No, she's always been the sensible one India. All of your lives you girls have been up to no-good, yet she always managed to you and herself back safe. She won't side with you this time. Just do the right thing India, get rid of it" Our mum said calmly, it was actually disturbing how calm she was with it.
"I know Texas never let's it go too far, I know that she's the smart one, I know she always brings us home safe. I know all of it because she's my best friend!" India shouted, the tears running down her cheeks. My eyes widened in surprise, I never thought she'd say that.
"You're getting rid of it, and that's final" Dad said firmly. India sobbed, both arms covering her stomach.
"No she's not" I stated. Once again, all heads turned to me.
"What?" Mum asked angrily.
"She's not getting rid of it, not if I can help it" I said, shaking my head.
"India doesn't have a choice. Either the baby goes, or she does" Dad said with narrowed eyes.
"What, you're gonna kick her out?" I asked in disbelief.
"Yes. She has to pay the price for her mistake if she intends to keep it, this is the only way for her to learn" Mum confirmed.
"You're our parents! You should be helping us, not kicking us out at the first sign of trouble. And you wonder why we keep to ourselves, why we only ever turn to each other for help and advice. If India wants to keep this baby then she should be able to, you have no idea how scary it must be" I exclaimed.
"And you do?" Mum asked, her eyes narrowing.
"Yes! Because if the block hadn't of been attacked by 'rabid-animals' then you would've had two pregnant daughters to deal with" I admitted. India's eyes widened, as well as my parents'.
"I don't care. She has a choice to make, either get rid of the baby, or pack your bags" Dad said before disappearing into the kitchen.
"I'm sure you'll make the right decision" Our mother said, heading into her bedroom. Sighing, I fell down onto the sofa.
"Thanks" India whispered, occupying the arm-chair next to me.
"No worries" I replied quietly.
"Why d'you change your mind?"
"I knew how scared you must've been. And despite how angry I was, I plan on sticking to the promise we made" I raised my scared palm, holding it out to her. She smiled, lifting her own scared hand and placing it against mine.
"Together forever" she whispered. I nodded and we laced our fingers together, confirming our promise.