Sorry I haven't updated in a while. School has kept me busy. Enjoy Chapter 11.
Amy POV
It had been a week since John was born. I knew that raising a baby would be hard, but it wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. I sat in John's nursery, admiring my cute little baby boy. Ricky walked in and sat in the other chair across from me.
"Well, it looks like somebody got good sleep," I said.
He smiled. "Yeah, why are you up so early?"
I humped my shoulders. "John kept waking up in the middle of the night, and I didn't want to bother you, so I just came in here for the rest of the night," I said.
After an awkward silence, I finally spoke up. "So, what's it like being a father?" I asked.
"It's, uh, interesting. It's nothing like I thought it would be, though. You know, I was so nervous about raising John; I would have nightmares that I was a horrible father, and I couldn't do a thing right for him no matter how hard I tried. Now that he's actually here, I feel like I can raise him, especially with you by my side," he said.
I started to blush a little. It felt good to know someone around here appreciated me. "Aww thanks Ricky," I said. Just then, my phone rang, and John started to cry. I went to answer my phone while Ricky calmed John down. The number looked a little familiar, but I didn't really care.
"Hello?"
"Amy, hi do you know who this is?"
I looked a little confused.
"No, who is this?"
"It's your dad. I'm pretty sure you already had the baby. You did, right?"
"What do you want?"
"I want to know if you had the baby yet."
"Yes, I did. Now, what do you want?" I demanded.
"I want to see the baby. What is the name?"
"The name of this baby is none of your business, and you can't see the baby. You're not allowed to see the baby you wanted to kill." I could feel my blood boiling.
"Amy, I know I made a mistake, but that was because I was shocked that my little girl was having a baby."
"Well, I'm not your little girl, George. You wouldn't have slapped your little girl and threatened to punch her little baby."
Ricky walked in and mouthed, "Who is that?"
"It's my dad," I mouthed back.
Instantly Ricky's face got red. He started to reach for the phone.
"George, wait a minute," I said.
"Mr. Juergens, I don't want you to have anything to do with my son," Ricky said.
"Ricky, haven't heard from you in a long time."
"You're not seeing John. You don't deserve to see him!" he shouted.
"So, the baby is a boy named John? Well, I want to see my grandson John."
"No, you're not seeing John, and that's final," he said.
"Look, I don't care what you or Amy says. If I want to see my grandson, I will see my grandson."
Ricky finally yelled, "No!" and he hung up.
I walked over to him and grabbed his arm. "Ricky, what's going on?" I asked.
He didn't answer me. "Ricky, what's wrong?" I asked, my voice shaking.
"Your dad said that it doesn't matter what we say, and if he wants to see John, then he'll find a way to," he finally answered.
My heart dropped. I started shaking my head, and my hands were trembling. "No, this can't happen. He can't do this. W-we told him no," I said. "This can't-no, he-he can't d-do t-this!"
Ricky grabbed and pulled me towards his chest. "Calm down, Amy. He won't do it. I promise I won't let him do this to John. I told him he doesn't get to see him, and I mean that. If he tries to go anywhere near John, I will hurt that man and make sure he ends up in the hospital. Amy, I won't let him touch John."
I kept shaking my head and crying. When was my dad going to learn? No one in this house loves him; no one wants to see his face ever again. We all just wanted him to leave us alone. After calming down, I went downstairs and sat on the couch and just looked at nothing. I was too upset to turn on the TV, I was too nervous to move, so I just sat there. A few minutes later my mom walked in. She looked at me a little nervously.
"Amy is everything OK?" she asked.
I shook my head, and the tears started spilling over again. Would there be one day when I wouldn't cry? "No," I answered. "Everything is a big mess, mom."
She came down and sat by me. "What happened?" she asked.
"Dad's out of jail, and he called me," I said, my hands shaking.
"Go on," she said.
"He wanted to see John, and I told him no. Ricky said no, too," I said. "Then, he said that he could care less what Ricky and I say, and if he wants to see John, he will find a way whether we like it or not." I started shaking my head. "Mom, why won't he just leave us alone and never comes back? Doesn't he know that none of us want him here?"
"Oh Amy, it'll be OK. He won't go near John, and if he does, we all can take that old hag down," she said.
I smiled a little.
The whole day, everybody except Ashley watched over John. While I was in the nursery, Ashley came in.
"Hey Ashley, why have you been in your room all day?" I asked.
"I didn't feel like being social this morning. Why is everybody walking around like they've seen a ghost?" she asked.
"It's nothing," I said.
Ashley cocked her head a little. "Something's going on, and I want to know," she said.
I rolled my eyes. "Fine, dad's out of jail. He called me, and he said that he wanted to see John."
"There's more to it, I know it is," she said.
I hated that she knew me so well. "Ricky and I told him no, and he said that he could care less what Ricky and I, and if he wants to John, he will find a way," I said. I wasn't crying anymore, but just thinking about what he said made me angry.
Ashley looked like she was about to explode, though. "I can't take it anymore!" she yelled. "He can't leave us alone for a minute. When he was in jail, he called us. He's out of jail, and he's calling us to see the grandson he wanted to kill. No! He shouldn't be able to see John. He wanted to kill the little boy. He can't just waltz right in here and say 'I'm here to see John. I demand you let me see my grandson.' It doesn't work that way. When will he learn that no one in this house loves him, and none of us want to see him ever again? He's such a freaking coward. I wish he would just leave," she said. When she done venting, she was shaking, red in the face and tears were bursting out of her eyes.
"Ashley, I understand what you're saying, I really do believe me, but there's nothing we can do until he tries to plan out his scheme," I said.
"Yes we can," she said. She pulled out her cell phone. "I'm calling the police," she said.
I snatched the phone out of her hand. "No Ashley, all they're going to do is say that they're going to watch the house. That's what we're going to do, so just calm down."
She snatched the phone back. "I'm not just going to sit back and let this man think that he's getting to John. If you're not going to do anything about this, I will."
She stomped out of the room and slammed the door to her room. Ricky ran up and saw me in the nursery. "What's going on?" he asked.
"Ashley's freaking out about this whole situation," I said. "Do you think we should call the police?" I asked.
Ricky humped his shoulders. "I don't know, maybe. I mean, I don't think it would help too much," he said.
I picked John up, and Ricky and I went into my room. We all sat down on the bed and played with John. Pretty soon, we were all sleeping on the bed. John woke me up, but I let Ricky sleep. I walked downstairs with John, and I made him a bottle while turning on the tea kettle for me. My mom walked out of her room and saw me in the kitchen.
"Hey, is everything OK?" she asked.
"Yeah, just making John and me something hot to drink," I answered.
"Oh. Is everyone OK?" she asked.
"Yeah, we got a little sleep, and Ashley is more upset than worried at this point. I knew it would make her madder than any of us. I guess that's the aunt in her," I said, smiling a little.
"Yep, I guess that's just it," my mom said.
The tea kettle went off, and John's bottle was ready, so I got the cups set up. John started to whine a little, but he hushed up when I gave him the bottle. "I feel like this is all my fault, mom. I feel like if I wouldn't have done what I did, none of us would be in this situation. Dad wouldn't have gone to jail, and none would be worried that someone was trying to take a baby from the house."
My mom came over and hugged me. "Amy, none of this is your fault. Sure, I wish you would've waited a lot longer before you gave me John, but sweetie your dad brought this on to himself. No one told him to slap you, no one told him to go to jail, and no one told him to threaten to take John away from you. He did all of this on his own," he said.
"Yeah, but no one told me to go and have a baby at this age either, mom. If I would've just told Ricky I wasn't ready, none of this would've happened. I can't help but to blame myself," I said. Tears started to come out of my eyes.
I felt like I was the whole reason for all this mess. John could've been killed because of me. I felt horrible. None of my family would be in this situation if I would've said no. I went back upstairs and lay on the bed next to Ricky, who was still sleeping.
After putting John to sleep, I went back into my room and sat on the bed. Ricky was awake. He noticed John wasn't in here, and he started to panic.
"Damn, I fall asleep for a few hours, and I wake up and he's gone," he said. He started to jump out of bed, but I pushed him down.
"Calm down, he's in the nursery sleeping. You can go check on him if you really want to," I said.
He lay back down, and just like me, he started to drift to sleep.
Ashley POV
I got out of my bed and went into the nursery. I couldn't believe that Amy and Ricky were sleeping while my lunatic father was trying to see his grandson. I looked in the crib, and I still saw John. Thank God. I sat in one of the rocking chairs, and rocked myself to sleep, but something strange woke me up.
I heard a noise from the window, and I instantly sat up. There was a strange figure in the window. I ran out of the room and into Amy and Ricky's room.
"Amy, wake up. There's someone in John's window," I said, panicked.
Ricky shot up quickly, followed by Amy. He bolted into the other room and turned on the light. He clenched his fist quickly, so he was ready to attack.
"George, what is your problem!" he shouted.
Amy came in and noticed her father looking very stupid in the window. "Oh my, why are you doing this? I told you that you couldn't see John, didn't I? Ricky said no, too. When will you learn?" she said.
She grabbed John out of the crib and ran downstairs to wake up mom and call the police. I heard footsteps coming back up. Ricky had dragged my dad out of the window and he began punching him. Mom and Amy had come upstairs, and I could tell mom wanted to join Ricky in the beating he was giving George.
"The police are on the way," Amy said.
After giving George a swollen lip and bloody nose, Ricky sat him up on the floor, so everyone could see how bad he looked. Usually, I would've cried if my dad looked like this, but now I didn't even care. I heard someone knock on the door, and I went downstairs to go see who it was. There was a man and a woman dressed in a navy blue outfit with a belt that cuffs, taser, a gun, and a few other things I wasn't too sure about.
"Hello, I'm Officer Adrian Sanchez and this is Officer Jessica Romaine. We got a call from this address stating someone broke in the house and tried to take a baby," the man said.
A wave of relief flushed over my body. "Yes, right upstairs," I said.
They followed me up the stairs to see one bruised up George.
"Hey, didn't we take him away last time from this house?" Officer Romaine asked.
The Sanchez man started to nod his head and pointed his finger at the bruised figure lying on the floor. "Yeah, we sure did. Boy, you sure don't know how to leave these people's house alone, do you? Come on buddy, out you go. You're getting put away for quite some time now," he told my dad as he cuffed him.
Officer Sanchez started walking out, but Romaine stayed behind for a minute.
"This guy won't be bothering you guys for quite some time. The more he comes back, the worse the consequence. We're sorry about tonight. Have a safe rest of the night," she said, and she walked out, leaving the terrified Juergens' family.
Amy POV
I knew this would happen. I can't believe I fell asleep thinking John would be OK. My mom had went back downstairs, leaving Ashley, Ricky, John, and I. I walked over to Ashley.
"Ashley, how did you know that George was in the window? I mean, I'm a light sleeper, and I probably would've heard him before anyone else, but how did you know?" I questioned.
She rolled her eyes at me. "Everybody in the house was sleeping, but I kept waking thinking John wasn't in the nursery or in this house, so I went into the nursery and sat in the rocking chair, waiting patiently. Then, I heard a noise when I started to go back to sleep, and that's how we got into this conversation," she explained.
"Oh, well I just wanted to say thank you because if you weren't in here, then John would probably be God knows where with George," I said. "Well, Ricky, John, and I are going in my room to try and go back to sleep. Good night."
I walked into the room, followed by Ricky and John. We all lay down on the bed, John on Ricky's chest. I hugged Ricky tight to me.
"How did Ashley know that George was coming?" he asked.
"She went in the nursery and watched John. She noticed my dad trying to climb up, and she came and woke us up," I said.
"Oh, so if she wouldn't have been in there, John would be gone," he said.
"Yep, pretty much," I said. I sighed. "I can't believe he actually tried to see John. This is my fault. I feel so bad for putting you guys in this situation." I could feel tears in my eyes.
"Amy, stop saying this is your fault. None of this is your fault, Amy. Your dad brought this onto himself," he said.
After finally calming down, I drifted to sleep, but I kept waking up, so I went downstairs and made coffee. I guess the lights woke my mom up because she came strolling out of her room with the same robe she had on a few hours ago.
"Hey, hun, are you OK?" she asked.
I humped my shoulders. "I don't know, I guess. I'm still shocked that he actually wasn't lying when he said he would see John if he wanted to."
"I understand. It's pretty crazy that he tried to get through a window. He must've not been that quiet, though if he woke you guys up," she said.
"Actually, Ashley was in the nursery with John, and she saw his figure in the window, and she came to get us. I feel so stupid. Something told me to lock that window, too. It was really hot, and I left the window open. When I closed it, I didn't bother to lock it."
"Well, things happen. Anyway, I'm going back to bed. I just wanted to make sure that you were OK, good night," she said, and she left me alone in kitchen feeling scared to death.
I didn't want to go back upstairs, so I sat on the couch in the living room. The whole time I daydreamed until Ricky walked in with his work clothes on and John in his hands. My heart started to pound.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
He raised his eyebrow. "I have to start work again today, Amy," he said.
I felt my throat getting dry. "Can't you just call in sick or something?" I begged.
"No, I have to go. What's your deal today?" I asked.
I gulped. "I don't want to be here alone. My mom has work, and Ashley is going over to her friend's house until some time tonight. I don't want to be alone after what happened…last night," I said.
"Amy, if I could stay, believe me I would in a heartbeat, but babies aren't free, and John is starting to run out of diapers. Look, if you need anything, and I mean anything you can call me," he said. He handed me John and gave us both a kiss, and he left.
There I was, all alone in this that gave me the creeps. I walked around with John for awhile before my feet started to ache. I finally decided to call Adrienne.
"Hello?"
"Thank God you picked up."
"Yeah, so what's going on? I haven't heard from you in a while."
"I know, and everything's been going fine, I guess. Anyway, do you mind coming over?"
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I just don't want to be in this hole all by myself."
"Sure, I'll be right over.
A wave of relief rushed over me. "OK, thanks Adrienne."
"No problem, I'll see you in a few."
I hung up the phone and started to rock John. Rocking him made me sleepy, and when Adrienne knocked on the door, I nearly dropped John. My heartbeat slowed when I saw Adrienne was at the door.
"Hey, how have you been?" she asked. I instantly noticed something different about her. She had cut her hair and gotten red streaks.
"Oh my, Adrienne I love your hair!" I said.
"Really? Thanks, I brought a little something for John-John," she said. She walked out and came back in with a pair of new Converse. They were too cute. They were red with a black race car design. I loved them.
"Aww, thanks Adrienne. I love them," I said.
"You're welcome. I just figured we hadn't seen each other in quite some time," she said. "So, why did you want me to come over?"
"N-no rea-reason," I lied.
"You're stuttering. What's going on?" she asked.
"Have a seat, Adrienne," I said.
We sat down while I rocked John to sleep. "Well, last night my dad tried to see John. He was in jail because he had slapped me and-"she cut me off.
"Wait a minute, he slapped you? I never heard anything about this," she said, raising her eyebrows.
"OK, so when my dad found out I was having John, he called Ricky and me ungrateful and trashy. Then, Ricky went to go talk to him about how he was handling this situation like a two-year old. The next day, he came over and told me that I better get an abortion, and if I didn't get one, he was going to punch me in my stomach. Well, instead of punching me, he slapped me. He got sent to jail. He got out yesterday afternoon, and he called me again. He demanded to see John, and Ricky and I told him no. He said he didn't care what we said, and if he wanted to see John, he would figure out a way to. In the middle of the middle of the night last night, he tried to climb through the window of the nursery to see John. Ashley saw him, so now he's back in jail," I said.
Just thinking about those memories made we tear up and want to punch the wall. I was feeling like a mad kind of sad emotion.
"Wow, so you're threatens to kill John, and when he gets out of jail, he wants to see him? That makes no sense at all," she said.
"I know. That's why I called you. I can't be in this house alone. I feel like every corner I turn he'll be there, and he'll snatch John out of my hands and run, and I'll never see my son again," I said, shaking my head. "I just want all this drama to stop. Drama's stressing me out, and I don't want my baby around his stressful mother because that would stress on my baby boy," I said, looking at the bundle in my arms.
"Well, I'll stay out here as long as you need me to," she promised.
"Thanks," I said. "Would you like anything to drink?"
"Uh, do you have any soda?" she asked.
"Yeah, what do you want?" I asked.
"Surprise me," she said.
I poured her and I a glass of soda and went back into the living room.
Time flew by as Adrienne and I shared what had been going on these past few days. Pretty soon, Ricky was back from his shift at the butcher shop.
"Well, I'm going to go now," Adrienne said. "I will see you two tomorrow." I let her out of the door and sat down next to Ricky on the couch.
"Well, looks like you had someone to keep you company. I started to get worried when you didn't call, but I figured you were sleeping or too busy with John," he said.
"Yep, well I'm going to bed. I'm really tired. Good night," I said.
I passed John over to Ricky and went upstairs, but my phone started vibrating. I had gotten a text from Ben.
I saw 'Daddy' at work today. I see those pampers are starting to run low, huh? Call me; I really want to talk to you.
Ben
I turned my phone off and went to bed, feeling a little irritated that Ben wouldn't stop and leave me alone.
So, what did you guys think? I hope you liked it, and I hope everyone has a Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Kwanza, and any other holidays I missed. Love you guys !