Fiction Friday Chapter 2

OK...to prevent what happened last week...I will repeat....this is just a story. This did not happen to me. I made it up...I actually dreamed it up. Anyway...this is a part of Fiction Friday brought to you by Jane the Sane. This is Part II of the story I started last week. If you didn't read it, this part will not make sense, so I suggest you click on the link and go back and read it.

For those of you that did read last weeks' installment, this week Chapter is rather boring in comparison. For me, a good story grabs you from the very beginning. You get stuck in the book because you have gained a connection to the characters from the first few paragraphs. But, there are also parts that have to be explained. Here's some explaining of the next few hours after the scene in the waiting room. Sorry it's not more exciting....

What have I gotten myself into? That was the question that was continually running through my head. I was not a spontaneous person. I was the exact opposite, in fact. I required order in all things. I NEEDED it to keep my sanity.
I looked down at the little bundle still snuggled inside of my purse. His face was a reminder of the enraged man I left at the doctor’s office. The reason I had done what I felt was necessary. But now what? I looked in the back seat where my son, Noah, and daughter, Belle, were buckled in. They were oblivious to what had just happened. I was grateful for this. How would I explain it to them? Would I be able to explain it to them? How was I going to tell their father? Would the police come for me? I was truly at a loss.
One thing I knew for sure, I needed to make sure this baby was properly taken care of for however long he was in my care. He started to fuss and I realized he hadn’t eaten anything yet.
“Hey kids! Should we stop off at Target?” I asked.
“Aw, mom! Do we have to? How many things are we getting?” My son hated shopping with me. He always asked that last question so he could keep track of what went into my cart. As soon as I had reached the number he was given, he expected the shopping to be done.
“I only have to grab a couple of things. If you’re good we can get Happy Meals for lunch.” I prayed he would go for it so I wouldn’t have to deal with further arguments. I just couldn’t handle the extra stress of whining children on top of everything else. Thankfully I heard a shout of excitement come from both kids as I pulled into the parking lot of the store.
It was then that Noah heard the baby fussing in my bag. “Mom, what’s that noise? It sounds like a baby crying.”
Should I play dumb? Be honest? What do you tell a 6 year old? “Um…yes. My friend asked me to watch her baby for a little bit. He must have woken up. Should we buy him something in the store to make him happy?”
“A baby? Oh. What should we buy it?” he asked.
“Mommy! I want to see the baby!” My daughter started grabbing at my bag. All I wanted to do was get through the store quickly and get this baby home. As much as I loved my kids, their normally cute questions were making me feel panicky.
“Oh, Belle, the baby is so sad. Let’s let him snuggle in mommy’s bag until we get home. Ok? Remember, be good and we’ll go get nuggets!” I prayed she’d let it go. Thankfully, Noah started talking about what toy they would get in their Happy Meals and the conversation was over.
We walked into the store and grabbed a cart. I placed my bag in the front seat and hoped we’d make it through the store without any further complications. With my kids, that usually never happened. I begged the kids to keep up as I speed walked toward the baby section. I walked up and down each aisle filling my cart up as I walked.
“Let’s see…bottles, diapers, wipes, formula, binkies, bibs….what else do we need?” I realized then that this poor baby was naked and sitting in my purse. I could only imagine what he had done in my jacket. “Clothes…he’s going to need some clothes.” I grabbed a package of sleepers and headed for the checkout. The baby started crying loudly then. What would I tell people if they asked about this baby in my purse? I said a silent prayer asking for help as I ripped open the package of binkies and popped one in his mouth. He chewed hungrily on it, but thankfully he quieted down.
“What an adorable baby! How old is he?” The salesclerk was only trying to be nice, but I had no time for chit chat.
“Oh, thank you. He’s a new one!” I tried to play off his age as I silently thought, “He’s one hour old, why do you ask?” I quickly paid for my items and rushed the cart over to the bathrooms. “Noah! Stay right here with the cart, ok? I’m going to take the baby and Belle into the bathroom so that I can make a bottle for the baby to eat.”
I pulled out the package of bottles and formula and carried them along with my purse into the bathroom. Thankfully the bathroom was empty. I quickly made a bottle for the baby. That binky was only going to satisfy him for so long.
“Alright kids, let’s get out of here.” We walked out to the car and I unloaded the purchases in the trunk. I drove across the street to get the Happy Meals and then parked in the parking lot to let them eat while I fed the baby and got him dressed. He was so small and my heart was so sad for him. His first hours of life were already full of grief.
“What’s the baby’s name mommy?” Belle asked with a mouth full of chicken nuggets.
“What do you think he should have for a name?” I asked.
“Eric.” She said matter of factly. I should have known she would pick that name. Her favorite movie was The Little Mermaid. She absolutely adored Prince Eric.
“You know what? That’s what his name is! Isn’t that silly?” I figured it was as good of a name as any. Eric finished his bottle and stared at me with his big brown eyes. “Let’s go home guys. Mommy is tired.” I placed Eric back inside of my purse. I’d have to get out the old car seat when we got home.
“Is he coming home with us?” Belle asked. “Can he stay in my room?”
“Yes, sweetie. He’s coming home with us. How about I let him stay in my room though?”
Georgia Watkins and her granddaughter were total strangers but I had never felt closer to people I knew nothing about. I knew I had to find her, no matter the cost.

Fiction Friday Week 2

{Afterhought: My sister just called me and thought that this had actually happened to me. I figured the big box saying 'Fiction Friday' would clue people in that it was made up, but apparently not. :0) This is a story. It is not real in any way, shape, or form. It is part of Jane's Fiction Friday. Go check it out and start writing a story of your own! I do love a good read!}

I hate the doctors office. Between the long lines waiting to get checked in and the waiting room full of sick, coughing people who forget to cover their mouths, it's enough to make a person scream. But there I was, sitting in the waiting room....WAITING....with my two children. We were there for a simple check up for my daughter. None of us were actually sick thankfully, but I had a feeling if we sat in that room any longer we ALL would end up needing antibiotics for something.

What I have found to be so intersting is that doctors have had waiting rooms for YEARS. You would think after all of this time that they would have figured out that children don't WAIT. At least not patiently. And, on this warm spring day, my kids were restless. They wanted to be out enjoying the sun, and instead they were being constantly shushed by their mother and told to sit still. As if that could actually happen! They were squirmy and my daughter, who is just 3, kept climbing in and out of her seat. To make matters worse, her brother kept tickling her and she was screaming with delight over this fun "game". They no longer listened to my constant, but quiet threats of impending doom. They were done WAITING. Honestly, so was I. If we didn't get home soon I was going to miss my soap opera and today was the day that Georgia was going to find out who was the father of her baby. I couldn't miss it!

I remember sitting there for what seemed like an eternity before he even walked in. But the whole atmosphere changed as soon as he did. He oozed hostility. His eyes were pure evil and I couldn't look at him for longer than a few seconds at a time. He scared me. My kids didn't seem to notice though. They kept at their tickling wars. I scanned the waiting room to see if anyone else had noticed this man, but found that everyone else was too wrapped up with their sick ones to notice the dark figure. It made no sense to me. I could actually feel his anger. How could they not? It was then that I noticed that all of the chairs in the waiting room were full except for a few by me. I cringed realizing this angry man was going to have to sit next to me and my very LOUD children. I panicked. I yelled at them to sit still and be quiet. I even promised them ice cream cones and video games. They still would not listen, and HE had come and sat down beside us.

I could feel him glaring at my children. I glanced at my watch impatiently and looked over at the man. He began to scream at my children telling them in not so nice words to "shut the *@%# up". I was horrified. No one was allowed to speak to my children this way! I stood up and pointed my finger directly into his face.

"How dare you speak to my children that way! Do you have any idea how long we have been waiting? They are merely children trying to entertain themselves. If you don't have the decency to keep your rude thoughts to yourself, perhaps you should reschedule your appointment for a different day when you aren't being such an a$$!" I was livid. My children were petrified. Not only did a strange man yell expletives at them, but their usually cool and calm mother had just told that stranger off.

People were staring. My face was red. I still don't know if it was due to anger or embarrasment. Probably a little of both. I grabbed my kids' hands and went and stood on the other side of the waiting room. I wish now that I would have just left. None of us were actually sick and I could have rescheduled. I don't know what kept me there. Maybe it was fate.

My daughter started pulling on my pant leg. She had to go potty. Luckily there was a restroom in the waiting room and so I left my son standing outside the door holding my bag I called a purse as I took his sister inside the ladies room. There were two stalls inside. The wheelchair accessible stall was already taken, so I crammed my daughter and myself into the other stall and helped her up on the potty. The door to the restroom opened and closed and someone walked toward the other stall.

"Are you alright in there? You need to hurry! We need to leave now!" The voice was that of an older woman. She knocked on the stall door when no reply was given. "Kayla! We need to leave!"

I heard the girl in the stall next to me scream as I finished up helping my daughter in ours. I hurriedly opened our stall to see what was the matter. The older woman was older than I had initially thought. She appeared to be around 80. She looked frightened so I didn't bother waiting. I kicked in the door to locked stall. There, on the floor was an unconsious young girl, about 20, and a baby covered in blood.

"Oh no!" The elderly woman gasped. "She's had the baby!"

I knelt beside the girl and felt for a pulse. It was weak. She screamed again, "Why does he have to make it so hard? Why won't he leave me alone?"

I tried to calm her and keep her quiet and told the woman to get help. The baby started crying at the same time that my 3 year old did. I told her to go stand out by her brother. Thankfully she listened. I picked up the baby and wiped off some of the mucous and blood with toilet paper. I didn't have anything else. He was a beautiful baby, but there was something familiar about him. I brushed the feeling aside as I calmed the baby down by putting my knuckle in his mouth. He instantly begin to suck.

I turned my attention back to the new mother. She was slumped over. I knew before I even felt for a pulse that she had died. I felt like throwing up. This wasn't supposed to be happening! Stuff like this only happened on my soap operas!

It was then that I realized the older woman had never gone for help. "Are you mad! You let her die! Why didn't you go for help?"

"I couldn't go for help with HIM out there. He would have killed both of them." She was crying now, and if it was possible, looked older than she did just a few minutes before. "I am her grandmother, that baby your are holding is my great grandson."

"Wait. What are you talking about? Who would have killed them?" I asked.

"The father of the baby you are holding. He.....took advantage of my poor granddaughter. She ended up pregnant. She came to live with me to hide from him. She had no other family to go to for help. But, he found us! She saw him come into the doctors office and ran in here to hide. I had no idea she had gone into labor though!" She was sobbing uncontrollably now.

I sat there dazed and confused holding the newborn baby. He had stopped sucking on my knuckle and had fallen asleep. Robotically, I took off my jacket and wrapped him in it to keep him warm. It was then that I realized why he had looked so familiar. He looked like the angry man I had just yelled at out in the waiting room.

"You must take the baby with you." she said.

"What?" Still in shock, I didn't process what she had said until she repeated herself.

"You must take the baby with you. Take the baby and run! I am too old to care for a newborn, and the father knows who I am. If I try to walk out of here with a bundle like that, he'll know and it will be over. You can sneak him out. It's the babies only chance."

I don't know why I did it. I sat there for a moment processing everything that had just happened. I realized how tired I suddenly was and I looked down at the beautiful baby I was holding. And then I remembered the abuse my children took from that man after spending just moments with him. I couldn't let him get his hands on this baby.

"All right. I'll do it." I said. "Get my bag from my son and bring it here."

I opened up my huge tote for a purse and emptied out all the unnecessary things I usually carried around with me. I prayed that the baby would stay asleep for just a few minutes longer as I gently placed him in the bottom of my bag. The father knew I only had two children. I couldn't risk him noticing that I was leaving an extra one.

"Give me your phone number or at least an address so that I can get ahold of you later." I asked the woman. She looked at me as if she was unsure if she should. "At least give me your name."

"Georgia. My name is Georgia Watkins. That's all I can tell you. Now, please, go before someone finds out what has happened!" She urged.

I stopped for a moment realizing this was the name of the woman on my soap opera. Though it was a coincidence, I couldn't help but note the irony of it all.

I hugged the dear old woman and carefully picked up my bag. The baby stirred for a moment, but quickly went back to sleep still snuggled inside my jacket. Taking a big breath to try to calm my nerves, I left the restroom and grabbed my kids' hands.

"We're leaving. Come on kids!" I whispered.

"But mom, we didn't see the doctor yet!" My son said.

"It's ok. We'll come back a different day when it's not so busy." I chanced a quick glance in HIS direction hoping he hadn't noticed us. Gratefully he was glaring at a new set of kids that had taken our chairs. I hurried out the door.

And now I'm here. Sitting in my car as I drive as carefully as possible down the freeway. What do I do know? I have a baby that doesn't belong to me. The father is a maniac, the mother is dead. What have I gotten myself into.

Fiction Friday

Ok, so I'm posting this a little early {because it's only Thursday night}, but I need to move past my whole pitty party post. I almost didn't participate in this after I told Jane that I would. But, I couldn't let her down. Basically the idea here is to get creative and write a fictitious story. Her idea was to use yourself as the main character though. I didn't quite go that route. Maybe next week.

A little disclaimer here! I am not a writer. My creativity was thrown in the garbage yesterday {which is why I almost bagged this whole thing}.

Ok....be kind. Here we go.

It was a warm spring afternoon. The sun was shining brightly and there was not a cloud to be seen in the sky. School was out for the day and all the neighborhood children were running freely throughout the small cul de sac. All the children except for one small stubborn girl. She was five, though, if you asked her, she was 5 ½. Isabella was a tomboy with blonde pig tails and a freckle face. You weren’t allowed to call her that though. She preferred just Bella. It was WAY better than Isabella! You couldn’t help but love her. Unless you were her brother, that is. Christian was one year older than his little sister. Though they truly loved each other, Isabella was a pest. She just wouldn’t leave him alone!
To Christian, ALL girls were just plain gross. They had cooties, and he didn’t want to catch any! So, this warm sunny afternoon, Christian and his friend Sam ran off to play leaving her behind. She never understood why she wasn’t allowed to play with them. They built cool forts and played army men. All she wanted was to be a part of it.
Now, don’t forget this is a stubborn little girl. She wasn’t going to just sit there and take it! She’d show them! But how? What could she do that would get them to really pay attention to her? She was cool too! She sat and thought about it for hours on the curb in front of her house.
“I could tell mom, but she’d just say I was tattling on him and he REALLY wouldn’t let me play with him after that. What about spying on them? I could sneak up to their fort and spy on them! That’s not really playing WITH them though. It’s not fair!” She went on like this until the sun started to go down and her mom called them in for dinner.
Bella gave her brother the silent treatment all night to punish him. Unfortunately, he didn’t even notice which made her even madder. She would get him! Then he would see.

As she was getting dressed for kindergarten the next morning, a little light bulb went off in her head. Yes! She knew what she would do! She had to be careful to make sure it would work. And then, when Christian came home from school, she would show him! She was strong and brave just like boys were!
When she got home from school at noon she hurried and got ready for her surprise. She couldn’t wait. She watched the clock impatiently, wishing time would go faster. She knew today would be the day she’d be able to play in their fort. Finally, three o’clock came and she heard her brother walk in the door. He did the same thing every day when he got home from school. He’d grab a snack and run outside to play with Sam in their fort. Bella waited for him to leave and watched through the front window at Christian entering the fort. Sam was already there. This was HER moment.
She ran outside and headed straight for the fort. Christian and Sam never saw her coming. They looked up when they heard Bella shouting, “WONDER WOMAN!” She was almost to their fort. They couldn’t believe their eyes. Bella was wearing only her Wonder Woman Underoos and her white tennis shoes. Now, to Bella, she had truly become Wonder Woman in her sassy tank top and panties. To the boys, she simply looked crazy. They jumped up and ran off to Sam’s house screaming. Bella chased them the entire way there.
“Ha! I showed you!” She screamed.
The boys stared at her from inside the doorway in disbelief. “You’re in your underwear! That’s so gross!”
Bella didn’t care. She turned around and walked to HER new fort VICTORIOUS. She had won. If they wanted their fort back, she was part of the deal. She got to play too. It was only fair after all.

Based on a true story. :0)