Part Eleven
Mum and dad decided not to venture on a trip for a few months. I wasn't given a reason but I assumed it was so we could all settle into the house together. And maybe they were being a little protective over me.
I was coping well if I was perfectly honest. Cal had been arrested and we were awaiting the date of the trial. I wasn't holding my breathe, but I was told to remain positive.
Dougie had text me. Numerous times actually. Mum didn't seem to notice the amount of times I'd put credit on my phone. Nor did she notice my frequent trips out of the house to "Tiffany's."
Okay, so this is the most irresponsible thing I could be doing right now. I mean, come on, he's my dads best friend. He's 12 years older than me. Something tells me this won't put me off so easily.
My phone buzzed continuously on the arm of the chair. I looked at it, checking whether it was a text message or a phone call before picking it up. I smiled discreetly to myself upon discovering the sender of the text.
Meet me? x
I smirked and typed my reply.
No xx
I placed my phone back on the arm of the chair and turned the volume of the TV up still smiling.
"She has, hasn't she?" I watched as Dad nudged mum from where they were curled up together on the sofa.
"I know that smile.." Mum beamed back up at him. They both looked at me.
"What?" I asked rather uneasily.
"Don't worry, we won't ask who he is.." Dad said. And that, was the end of the matter as far as I was concerned.
I sighed as my phone vibrated again from across my bedroom. It was now ten in the evening and Dougie's texts had started to annoy. Seriously. Maybe I shouldn't encourage him by texting back…
Please meet me. X
I groaned inwardly and text a quick reply, again with the usual answer, with a little added extra.
No. Tomorrow, at Tom's. They're bringing home Riley for the 1st time. x
I turned off my phone and turned over in bed, pulling the covers over me, trying to get off to sleep. Tomorrow could prove eventful. Possibly. I hope it does.
Ack.
No.
I shouldn't think this way.
It's wrong!
Very Very Wrong!
But, it's not as if I've actually done anything.
I'm merely exploring and experimenting.
And It's really not as if I've done anything with Dougie beyond that Kiss last week.
So I'm fine.
Perfectly fine.
So, I'm not really surprised with myself when I don't feel like venturing out of my room the following morning. Nerves twist my stomach into knots and I don't understand why. We're going to say hello to the new born. That's it. Nothing more nothing less, then we're gonna bugger off home. And I'll avoid Dougie as much as possible. I'm risking too much if I do whatever I'm doing.
"Brenna, Hunny, what's wrong?" Dad said as I mulled over my cereal and prodded at it with a spoon rather disinterested.
"Nothing." I mumbled back not bothering to look up and deciding the chocolaty coloured milk looked far more interesting.
"Sweetie, you're scaring me" Dad moved around the table and knelt so he was face to face and level with me.
"I'm just tired." I yawned.
"You'll feel better once we get to Tom's." he smiled, ruffling my hair then walking out.
Great.
Just Fcking Great!