30 September 2012
Chapter 7 <>
I woke up to 2 screaming babies at 5:00am. They were fed at the right times and were changed Charley said. My boyfriend looked about in tears! "Baby! Give the twins to me and LIE DOWN!" I commanded. I pulled myself onto the chair and cradled the twins for a bit. I covered Charley up and something fell out of his pocket: JAKE LEADS!!! (PIXIE) It had his email his job his address and his phone number. I thought for a moment and then soaked it into my brand new iPhone 5. "Hello?" I asked. "This is Jake Sandings. Who's calling please?" He asked. "Can you remember Poppy Marks?" I asked nervously. "I can. Why?" "You know how you got her pregnant, I'm her daughter. Pixie," "Pixie? Your my daughter! I need to meet you!" "I'm in Hawaii. In the hospital. Where are you?" "NYC. Why the hospital. That Peter bloke aint beaten you has he? He used to beat me!" "No. Well yes. But that's not why I'm here. I had twins yesterday. One has Down's syndrome..." "Are you 17 18?" "15- you don't mind do you?" "No! Not at all! I'll be over ASAP!" I woke Charley up and told him. He said it was great! Caitlin began crying and Charley passed her to me. A hugged her for a while and then she stopped. Aww! I fed them and struggled to get them dressed. "Here Pix," Charley whispered softly dressing them for me. I smiled weekly and sat up. My leg was killing! A nurse walked in with an injection needle. Oh no! Needles were the ONLY things I hated! I couldn't stand then! "This is for you miss," she smiled. She edged closer with the needle. It tickled my arm and then... It went black.
NEXT DAY•
I woke up with a banging headache. I opened my eyes and saw dad! Charley and the twins were in another room with mum. Mum had spoken to dad whilst I was out. That's what he told. "Pixie?" Dad whispered. "Dad?" I smiled. "Yes it is darling! I saw my grandchildren. Beautiful- both of them!" "Thank you! I can't believe that I'm 15 and have only just met you! Why don't you like Peter?" "Peter was a show off. We grew up in Florida but I moved to NYC to get away from him. He could run, catch, throw, sing! I just, couldn't! I had severe dyslexia, see," "Oh dad," I smiled hugging him. "Like Anna," we spent the afternoon chatting at the hospital. I told him about my family. Dads single and lives in a mansion. He runs 'Desirable Dens' which is a house building place. He builds houses then sells them for loads! "Dad? I love you," I smiled hugging him.
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