Their New Life: Part 4
Short Story by: Delilah Judd
We watched several buses stop for us, but we didn't get on a single one.
"Maybe we should wait for Kirk to tell us any news. Maybe your mum and dad will let us both stay in your house." I tried talking. I'd been quiet since Kirk left us.
"Okay. Let's find a bench to sit on." Tom put his face really close to mine. "We're going to be fine."
"Promise?" He cups my face in his hands.
"Promise." He kissed me on the forehead and we walked along the path towards a bench. We struggled to carry all our suitcases. I had 1 large suitecase (thankfully it had the rollers on the bottom) and 2 heavy bags. Tom had 2 medium-sized suitcases which also had the rollers. I rolled Tom's suitcases because they weren't so heavy and Tom carried all mine. He didn't mind doing so much for me.
I don't know why, but I felt so...I didn't know how to put it. I guess I felt like this was all my fault. I felt like I was putting Tom through all of this and our families. After all, I was the one who was carrying the baby. I wanted to cry again, but I didn't see the point. It was going to make any miracles, right?
I heard Tom's phone vibrate. I nudged him. He opened the message, it was from Kirk.
they r still pretty pissed. wouldnt count on sleepin here 2night. hav u got enuf money 4 2night 4 a hotel or somethin?
Tom's face dropped.
"What?" I asked him. He passed me his phone. I read the message, then once again. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I had a little ray of hope Tom's parent's were going to be more understanding!
"Oh no." I rested my head on Tom's shoulder. I saw him text Kirk back.
"Don't worry baby. I have enough money for us to sleep in a cheap hotel for at least a week."
"You're not paying for all of it. I have some money too."
"Hey, look on the bright side. At least we're getting a proper taste of what it's like to be parents!"
"Yeah!" I laughed. Although I didn't really feel like laughing.
It was still snowing. I put my tongue out and tried to catch snowflakes on my tongue. Tom laughed at me, but I found it so relaxing. Strange, I know, but I just did. I drew a big, deep breath and stood up. I was being strong now. No more crying.
"Let's go and find a hotel. Not too expensive, but not cheap either. Just for tonight, I want a nice room with a nice bathroom and some nice dinner for tonight. I'll pay for everything." Tom began to stand up. "And for the other nights, we can find a cheap hotel. I just think we deserve something really nice tonight."
"Okay. But at least let me pay half." Tom starts to pick up the bags. I shake my head.
"No. It's the least I can do for putting you and everyone else through so much crap." I begin walking towards the town centre, pulling the suitcases behind me.
"Stop Krissy." Tom calls from behind me. I turn round to face him.
"This isn't your fault. Or anyone else's. We were careful."
"I know we were." I begin to cry. I was meant to be being strong.
"What's wrong?" Tom puts his arm around me.
"I just know what other girls at school are gonna think of me. They won't understand that we love each other and that's why we did it. They'll think we didn't use any contraception. They're gonna call me a slag!"
"No they won't!" Tom tries to convince me.
"Yes they will. You don't know what the girls are like in my classes. They want to bring everyone down."
"Well if they do, they won't hear the last of it from me. And you've got Claudia." Tom's eyes widened. "We could stay at Claudia's!" Claudia was one of my few friends at school. She wasn't like the rest of the girls at our school. She was really understanding and cool in her own way. I loved her like a sister.
"I'm scared of what her parent's will think. I'd love to, but I just can't bare anymore looks like what we got from our parent's. Can't we just stay together on our own tonight? I just want to feel comfortable. And that's only possible with you. Or when Claudia's not with her parent's. I'll ring her later."
"Of course. And thanks."
"What for?" I ask while I wipe my tears away from eyes with my coat.
"For what you said about me."
"It's alright. It's only the truth." He laughs, then holds me tight in his arms. Whenever I'm held by him, I feel safe. I feel like no one can hurt me.
We began to walk through the snow and big crowds of people. Soon, we reached the town centre. We found a nice hotel on the outskirts of the centre. When we got into the room, we dropped our suitcases and bags on the floor and collapsed onto the massive double bed. It felt like I was lying in a cloud. I also felt like I was high up in the sky because it was freezing. I cuddled up to Tom and we just lay there for about 10 minutes. I couldn't fall asleep right now, so I looked around the room. The walls and ceiling were a dark creamy colour. The large window to the left of us was covered by limp, brown curtains with white detailed flowers on them. In front of the bed was a television, I'd say about 40 inches, resting on a stand the same colour as the curtains. To the right, just near the entrance to the bathroom, was a small, brown table with two little chairs tucked underneath. There was some counters next to the table with sachets of milk, sugar, all you need to make a cup of tea or coffee. Then two drawers on either side of the bed were neatly placed underneath paintings of a sunset and a golf course. The sunset looked extremely glamorous. There was a lamp on the nearest drawer to me, so I carefully flicked it on, trying not to move Tom. The dim light enhanced the colours of the room and it looked amazing.
"We need to go to the hospital." Tom sprang up from the bed. "I just remembered! Kirk hurt your stomach!" Tom grabbed his wallet and helped me off of the bed. "I'm so sorry. I'll be a better boyfriend and father next time. I'm so sorry."
"Don't worry about it Tom. Please don't be sorry. I'm sure it's nothing. But let's go anyway." I opened one of my suitcases and grabbed my handbag. Tom opened the door for me.
"You're going to be freezing! Get your coat on!" He had taken his coat off before and was in a skimpy top and jeans.
"This is more important."
"Please Tom. What will I do if you catch a cold or something?"
"Okay." He threw on his coat and we walked out of the hotel. We go onto a bus. He had his right hand resting on my bump. I put my hand on my stomach too, and our hands met so we grasped onto each other.
I heard some very loud people getting onto the bus. They looked like chavs. They walked onto the bus as if they owned it. I tried not to look at them directly in the eye. I was quite scared. They wore loose hoodies and baggy tracksuit bottoms. Their trainers were covered in dirt. Suddenly, one of them fell to the floor. When he got up, he looked right at Tom with intimidating eyes.
"Tom?" I put my hand on his arm. I was really starting to get frightened now.
"You tripped me up." He said. His voice was really rough and he spat when he talked.
"Sorry mate, I..." Tom was sitting on the outside seat and his leg was spaced out onto the walkway bit when the guy fell over. My thoughts were conked out when the guy started to shout.
"No, it weren't an accident, 'mate'." Then he began swearing. Tom stood up for himself and shouted back, but he wasn't aggresive. The guy tried to push him, but Tom grabbed his wrists. Then everything became worse. The guy's other mates began to stand up and looked just as mean. I stood up.
"What do you think you're doing?" I said to the guy and his mates.
"So the man can't speak for himself." The chav who tripped up said. They all began to laugh.
"Leave it Krissy. I can do this on my own."
"And look, he's got her knocked up! She looks like a flipping kid!" One of the others said.
"You can bad-mouth me but you don't do that to my girlfriend." Tom pushed him and he fell over again. He got back up and rubbed his arm. He nodded at his mates. They all pounced on Tom.
"Tom!" I screamed. "Help!" Nobody on the bus took notice of me. The bus driver looked round, but then looked back to the front. Tom managed to get them all off of him. I pushed one of them backwards and he fell to the floor. A little packet dropped out of his pocket. I picked it up. Drugs. Tom took them out of my hand. Tom sweared at them all.
"You say sorry to my girlfriend right now. Or these drugs are going straight to the police." They tried to deny they were drugs, but Tom wouldn't stand for it. Once they said sorry, Tom said: "Now all you chavs get off this bus or I will kill you all." He threw the packet far out and they all ran for it.
They left without another word. I grabbed hold of Tom's arm and kissed him.
"My hero." I whispered. He grinned. "I love you."
"I love you too." He kissed me again, then kissed my bump. The bus drove on, and then we'd arrived at the hospital. We got off and just stood holding hands at the bus stop.
"You know what, I think I'm just fine." I say. I said this in a way that meant I was absolutely great just with my boyfriend and my baby.
"Me too." His smile took my breath away, like his smiles always did, but this one was special. Like the one he gave me when we first met.
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