Charlotte's P.O.V
The phone call came from out of the blue. I sit amongst the silence, Tom's father is in prison, he was found guilty after a £1 million drugs bust. It sounds awful but I was so relieved when he left,he would beat me to a pulp, bruises,broken ribs, screaming until my ears were ringing. But now there is silence until the phone cuts through it like a blade. It's strange how oblivious I was,I pick up the phone unknowingly "hello?" I say the way you do any old phone call,but it's not an unfamiliar voice returns "hello,is this Charlotte Pryer?" This strangers voice asks "yes, who is calling?" I return "my name is Tom Kent" he continues but I don't hear him I fall against the sofa, I'm burning with excitement,confusion, every kind of emotion, his voice feels familiar against my ear "do you know who I am?" He asks skating around the question that lingers on his lips "my little boy" I whisper "not so little anymore" he reminds me "oh Tom, I've longed to see you, I can't believe you came in contact with me, can we meet in person? I'd love to meet you,how is your sister?" I gabble as fast I can "we can meet" he says monotonously his voice dulled with sadness. We exchange details and we arrange to meet in Holby, it's a long trip for me but it's worth it, I hope he brings his sister. I've waited so long to meet my own children. As I put the phone down I realise I'm shaking uncontrollably, I'm not sure if it is because of my excitement or my withdrawal. I drag myself to a mirror, my face has aged so much because of my drug abuse, my skin dull and tinged yellow, my lips lined from puffing cigarettes , I'll have to tart myself up when I meet Tom and his sister, I never found out his sisters name, when she first went I wondered all the things I would do with her,what I would name her what she would be good at,maybe she could of mellowed her father,maybe he wouldn't of beaten me then. I shrug these thoughts off as much as I resent them for their blackmail and deception I know they raised my own children ten times better than I ever could, Tom sounded well educated, I wonder what he does, I wonder what she does, where she is studying,what she wants to do when she grows up. I lie in bed that night so excited to meet my children, my mind spinning wracking up questions to ask them, I want to know everything, from what colour their bedrooms were to their allergies and their favourite holiday. Even though their father beat me I can't help but still be in absolute blissful unreciprocated love with him, he has that kind of power over him, I'll be waiting for when he gets out of prison,for the first time since he went to prison I feel completely ecstatic ,the happiest I've been in a long time, I'll finally meet my babies.