Kitty’s Point of View
So with everything signed, and agreements made, my brother was forced to live with me and my family. I know using the word force, is so… harsh, but it’s true. No matter what I tried to say or do, he kept refusing to go. They literally had to drag his butt out of that cell and into my car. I just don’t get it? Why the heck does he refuse to accept me into his life? Not that he has much of a choice anymore.
“So, I know it’s not much but this is your room. It was such short notice, so you’ll have to make do for now. Just until Cale brings in a little more money to buy you a new bedroom set. OK?”
“What ever.” he grumbled, taking a look around the room.
“I got you a few new outfits. There in the drawer over there.” I stated, pointing across the way.
“You bought me… clothes? I’m not wearing them.” he spat, throwing himself on the bed.
“Stop acting like a 5 year old! Do you honestly think I give a crap if you wear the stupid clothes? I was just trying to show you I cared!” And the a-hole part of him continues on to the break where I snap. “I’m going to check on my son. Just…. do what ever.” I sneered, shifting on my heels and heading out his door.
Before I had the chance to get to far away, I noticed that he had got up. I peaked into his room, only to find him trying to open the dresser. He strained hard to open it, until he fell on his butt. I couldn’t help but giggle.
“Stupid piece of sh-“
Karma sucks, doesn’t it?
I guess you could say I’m lucky to have such a well-behaved little guy. He always takes his naps, eats when I tell him to without a problem, and he is just the cutest when I catch him singing to his little doll. It’s sorta strange to me that he favors a doll over his toy boat, or his cars… but he’s still so young, he’ll probably grow out of it.
I tip-toed into my son’s room, only to be hit with another wave of nausea. It’s been going on quite frequently lately, but I don’t think it’s anything since I haven’t vomitted at all.
“Ugghhh… I wish this would just go away already.”
As I was standing there clenching my stomach, Cale grabbed me from behind and scared me half to death! I almost screamed, thank god I held it back!
“Cale!” I shouted in a whisper “What are you trying to do, give me a heart attack!?”
He just laughed at me. “I was just teasing you.”
“Well, try not to tease me when our child is asleep! He gets cranky without his afternoon naps.”
“Sorry, sorry.” he chuckled “It’s just I have something I need to tell you.”
“What would you say if I told you I gathered together a bunch of women, and there gonna throw you a bachelorette party in an hour?” he laughed, wrapping his arms around me.
“CALE?! I- Err-” I stuttered, completely dumbfounded. I mean, what I was I suppose to say to that?!
“Alright, so I’ll just grab little Fray and leave you to it!” he winked, before walking away.
Aww come on! A girl needs more than an hour to get ready, espically for an unexpected party. Jeesh, Cale and his little surprises….
I got Fraser up and handed him to Cale. Since it was cool outside, I just left him in his PJs. Cale kissed me good-bye and placed Fray in his stroller.
“Say bye-bye to mommy, Fraser.”
“Buh bye, momee.” he giggled, waving his chubby little hands at me. Awww…
“Bye baby, I love you.”
I walked back into the house, and went into Jake’s room. For some reason, he wasn’t in there. I just thought he went on a walk or something. Guess he’s like me, can’t be kept inside for long. I just hope he stays out of trouble.
Not soon after that, ladies started to knock on my door one after the other. I was a little shy at first but I warmed up to it. It was for me, after all!
“Alana I swear to GOD! You better not!” I screeched as I watched Alana shake the bottle of champagne infront of me.
“Whaaaaaat? You think I’m gonna spray you or something?” she smirked
She popped the cork, and it went flying all over the place! “ALANA!” I laughed, almost choking on it. What more could I do than laugh? It’s a party! You gotta have fun!
“HA HA! Congrats bride-to-be!”
Cale cleared the funiture before he left, and made it into a little dance area. All us girls were having a blast! Even our pregnant neighbor from down the road, was dancing all over the place! I’m just glad there weren’t any-
-STRIPPERS! Who invited strippers!? Oh god… big, muscular…. NO! I’m about to be a married woman, … oh please tell me Cale doesn’t know about this.
“Hey yah ladies… I heard you all needed a little rescuing.” the one stripper winked, as the other one set up his boom box. They started stripping down all the way, and stopped as they got to the tight swim shorts…. Phew!
“TAKE IT OFF!” Alana whooped, waving a 5 in the air. I glared at her, and all the other ladies giggled. This just didn’t feel right… I know it’s traditional, but UGH!
Thank god a drunken old lady started to dance on my stove. That stopped everyone from the strip, and brought all their attention to her. I laughed so hard, I almost wet myself! Someone gave the old timer a few to many!
“I no a gud strip- W-watch!”
“GOD NO!” someone called out, before shielding their eyes. Just the thought made me shiver, Hah...
After the horror show, I noticed out of the corner of my eye, that one of the strippers took off outside with a party guest. For some reason, I just knew where that was going… I’m not sure that the man that got her pregnant, will be pleased if he found out. Thank god I don’t poke my nose into other people’s buisness. I hate getting involved, if I don’t have too.
And finally it happened -I got sick- I don’t mean a little, I mean a LOT. I was in the bathroom so long, I don’t even know if I came out of it. My head was spinning, and my stomach was turning. This is not how I wanted to end my night!
Cale’s Point of View
I came home to a VERY messy house. It was around 11:30, and everyone was gone. Little Fray fell fast asleep awhile ago, but I wanted to make sure Kitty had a good time, and it wouldn’t be cut short by a sleepy toddler, and her fiancé.
I walked through the door with Fray resting, fast asleep on my shoulder. “Look’s like everyone had a good time.” I whispered, walking into Fraser’s room and putting him down.
After doing that, I walked into the living room bathroom, and found Kitty knocked out on the floor! OH god… “KITTY!? Are you alright?!” she moaned slighty, but didn’t wake up. I guess she had a little TOO much to drink. So instead of trying to wake her I carried her off into our room. My poor baby.
Kitty’s Point of View
Life continued on reguarly for awhile, until I found out I was pregnant! That really put a stress on me, considering I wanted to get married but had to put it off because I didn’t want to look like a whale. Sure I could have gotten away with it… if I was carrying ONE baby. That’s right, you heard me… I’m gonna have mutiples, and not just two, but THREE! When I tell you I was not prepared for this, you better believe it.
Stupid Cale, and his stupid mutiples bloodline!
(That is so his father’s face! Just look at it!)
And then it happened… Fraser became a jealous little monster. He wanted nothing to do with his father, or his doll – Cosmo. He screamed for me all the time! No matter what it was, it always had to be ME!
I tried to keep my cool, because the doctor told me it wouldn’t be healthy to become stressful.
“I’m coming Fray!” Arg!
When my brother WAS home, he was a SLOB! There was always a mess to clean, and when I asked him to take care of it he would grumble then walk away! Can’t he see I’m pregnant with his nieces or nephews? Why can’t he help me out? I gave him a roof over his head, and the food- … that he leaves on the floor! GRRR!
I just didn’t know what to do with him, and my son. I felt so depressed all the time, and would often find myself up in the middle of the night crying into my hands. It doesn’t help that I’m pregnant, and all my emotions are enhanced into over-drive.
“W-w-why am I going through so much!?“
The depression would just become worse as the pregnancy continued. I often felt so alone, because Cale was always working. He would ask me if I was alright, and if I needed anything almost everyday. My pride got the better of me.
One day I got a call from Bazel, telling me she spotted Jake at the club drinking his heart out. Not just one or two, more like 10! I really didn’t want to believe what she was saying, was true. I mean, how could it be? Almost every night he was in bed by 10! And besides, he knows he’s not suppose to be drinking, and plus he doesn’t have any money!
It wasn’t until I found him one morning, spread out on the table completely hammered! I could smell the booze trailing out of his mouth, and into my nose. I yelled at him to get up and get himself fixed up, or I was telling his P.O. She told me one slip up and he was going back to jail. When she asked for a report, I lied to her. I just couldn’t send him back, not yet! He still needs time….
A few days had passed since I saw him hammered, only to awake one morning with him at it again! “ALEX! Wake up!” I screamed, feeling my anger begin to breech.
He moaned a little, but didnt budge. I reached down to pull at him, and that’s when I saw it.
There was a drug needle on my couch, and he was completely high! Well… at least he was. At that moment I felt my blood almost boil over. How DARE he! In my home?! With my BABY!?!
“ALEX WAKE UP!” I screamed once again.
This time he moved rather quickly, scrambling to his feet. He snatched up the needle, like I didn’t see and turned to face me. “W-what?” he yawned, strenching his arms out.
“Excuse me? Did you say WHAT? You very well know what! How dare you do that in MY house! I have a little baby for crying out loud! What the freak is wrong with you!“
“I don’t what- you mean.” he stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck like there wasn’t a care in the world.
“Are you freaking serious!? You did drugs and you’ve been drinking! Two things that you were told not to do, if you didn’t want to go back to jail! I love you Alex, but your driving my patience! I can’t believe your going back on my kindness like this! WHY?! All I’ve done is shown you love!”
This caught him by surprise, but it still didn’t change anything. Sometimes I wish I could just drill through his rock soild heart! And while I’m at it, soften that thick head of his! He doesn’t listen to NOTHING!
“I don’t care what you or some cop says! I’m a grown man, I don’t have to take any of this crap!” he growled, looking me up and down.
“YOU!” I pointed “You have to listen to what we say, if you don’t want to go to jail! I told you 1000 times that this is what’s best for you, why won’t you listen?! Why do you hate me so MUCH!?”
“I DON’T!” he shouted, clenching his fist to his side.
“You don’t what?!” I snapped back, feeling a strange pain in my side.
“I don’t hate you! But your driving me up the freaking wall!” he raged.
“LIAR! Tell me what is really bothering you! Tell me NOW!”
He stared at me for a second, then muttered somthing under his breath before stomping away and slamming his door shut. GOD!
“ONE MORE SLIP UP AND YOUR GONE!” I screamed through his door. I had it up to hear. I’ve been nice, now I’m biting back. That’s my baby I have to worry about. I would rather throw his butt in jail, then watch any 4 of my children get harmed.
I guess I shouldn’t have let my anger get the best of me. I shouldn’t of ignored that pain I felt. GOD! Why didn’t I listen to the doctor?! I can’t believe I’m admitting this, but I’m just as bad as my brother. Thick headed and prideful.
After checking on Fray, I headed into my room to go back to sleep. I was so angry and upset, I just needed to cool down. I laid down for a mere two mintues before the pains washed over me.
“It’s … to early!” I gasped, trying to breath. I was only 7 months along, there was no way they were coming, were they?! I tried to scream for help, but I was short of breath. I clenched my stomach, before hitting the ground.
As I laid there, slipping into darkness… the only thing I could think about was Cale. Of him holding me close, and telling me everything was going to be alright.
Cale’s Point of View
It was such a cold afternoon, so dark and rainy. I decided that maybe I should get something a little warmer on, maybe get an umbrella while I’m at. I didn’t want to be at work all day without certain things I needed.
I took one step into my room, and there she was. Covered in blood, passed out on the ground. “KITTY!” I cried, tears filling my eyes making it hard to see. I ran over to her, and held her up to me. “Don’t die! Please Kitty! I’m here sweetie…” I lifted her into my arms, and placed her into the car. I quickly called my mom, and told her to hurry and get to my house. No way was I leaving Fraser alone with… Jake.
I sat in the waiting room, trying best to hold on. I almost had a nervous break down, once or twice just looking at her, barely breathing. This is all my fault, I should have paid attention to her more, I should of… been there. Why wasn’t I there?! If it was a nice spring day, she would have died! I kept thinking over and over of how it was my fault, and that I was a terrible person for letting this happen to her. I even went as far as it was my fault we slept together and she got pregnant. I blaimed myself for everything, and anything that lead up to this moment. Including meeting her. I know I was taking it far, but my heart was breaking and I felt as if I might die. I can’t live without Kitty… she’s everything to me.
I didn’t move from my postion, until my dad called out my name. I looked up at him, my eyes red and puffy. My entire body was trembling and my mouth dry. He just looked at me, not saying anything. Why wasn’t he talking?!
“Dad?” I finally spoke in a soft whisper.
“Cale, I have some bad news.”
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