A/N: Probably my last update for a while, I know it's short, sorry!
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" Then when Flynn said his first words and called Georgia mom, I just couldn't take it. He deserves a better mom, an awesome dad and a perfect life. The life I can't give him. Being away from him kills me! It's so hard. "
" Ce, " Rocky sighed. " You're a great mom and I bet Flynn loves you. None of this is your fault. "
" Not all of it at least, " I muttered, thinking about Ty.
" I know that face, " Rocky pointed out. " There's something you're not telling me. What is it? "
" You'll hate me and call me a liar, " I whispered.
A week past. Georgia read my diary and arrested Ty, but the police let him go because they had no evidence. Rocky had been told he was accused of rape, but didn't know who the victim was and if he was rightly accused. It confused the poor girl.
I was being discharged, the nurses confirmed I was not suicidal and just had a mental breakdown, but that I was fully recovered.
In the car on the way back to our apartment building, Rocky, Flynn and I squished in the back. Flynn was fiddling naively with my fingers and happily making baby noises.
" He's adorable Ce, " my best friend smiled up at me.
" Thanks, " I replied, my smile dropping. " He got all his features from his dad unfortunately, even his blonde locks. I died them a raven black though, I could stand the blonde. "
Rocky shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her huge hazel eyes glistening with worry and pity, two things I didn't want.
" I have to leave for school as soon as we get back, " Rocky said guiltily.
I gave her a disappointed glance, then moved my gaze to Flynn.
" Cece! " gurgled Flynn happily.
I was impressed by his dialect for his age, but buried my face in my lap and burst out crying. I looked up at the little boy, who was so confused. If he had uttered a different word he would have been praised.
" I'm sorry Flynn, " I wiped my eyes and gave him a fake smile. " Well done my big boy! You're so clever! "
He looked up at me, somehow he knew that I wasn't really happy. He grabbed onto a lock of my hair, twisting it in his little fingers. He turned his head to the right a bit.
" Sad? " Flynn asked curiously. Where did all these words come from?
" Yes Flynn, but it's okay. It's not your fault. "
He put his miniature hand softly onto my pale, cold cheeks, smiling up at me. I beamed, smiling properly and for real this time.
Rocky put her hand on my shoulder and smiled at both of us.
" See Cece, he loves you! " Rocky said happily.
" Yeah I guess, I just wish he would call me mama not Cece. "
Georgia managed to arrange that Rocky and I could go to John Hughes and still be on Shake It Up. We were going to skype into the dance classes at the dance academy and go film the show on Fridays.
It was my first day back at John Hughes! A sunny Monday morning, I awoke at exactly 6am and fed Flynn in world record time. I got into my blue skinny jeans, sneakers, my blue and yellow cardigan over a plain white spaghetti top and a big cheesy grin. I still had 30 minutes to get ready, so I nestled down next to Flynn on the coach to watch his baby tv show with him.
" Hey hey hey! " squealed Rocky excitedly. " Who's ready for school? I know I'm slightly early but I thought that way we could grab some coffee AND drop Flynn off at play-school before we hit John Hughes High! Sound good? "
" Sure! " I agreed, picking Flynn from the coach and grabbing my new purple Billabong backpack and slinging it over my shoulder, resting Flynn comfortably on my hip.
We strolled down the street, Starbucks in hand while Flynn nibbled on some coconut ice, hi favorite sugary treat. Rocky wore a short dress with a striped pink top and denim skirt. She pink leggings on and a pink cardigan, pink ankle boots and her red Adidas backpack slung over her one shoulder. Her hair was done up in a high pony.
We turned the corner and the play-school was on our right. We entered the colorful building and went up to the reception.
" Hi, " I said cheerily. " I'm signing in Flynn Jones? "
" Parents only, " she said in monotone, twitching her glasses.
" Umm, I have permission in his file, Cecelia Carter-Jones, " I stuttered.
She reluctantly typed on the computer and searched for a few minutes.
" Fine, " she said, looking at me with a disgusted and disapproving look.
" You know that receptionist was so rude, " Rocky said irritatedly as we walked out the building.
I nodded. " Doesn't matter. "
" It does! None of this is your fault and she doesn't know your story. "
" Honestly, I'm used to it. I've been called a slut, a whore, a disgrace because I have Flynn. It doesn't bother me anymore. "
