*ONE MONTH LATER*
It's been a month since Louis left. I'm missing him more than ever. I started doing online school lately. I'm doing really good. Amber has being staying over every weekend which helps me stop miss him as much. Johanna and the girls have also come over a lot. Louis and I Skype every night that we can. I send him pictures of my baby bump every week and he sends me videos of them singing to me. We both really miss each other so much. We count down the days till we get to hold each other and kiss each other again. I've been sitting around the house a lot lately. Today Im going to grocery store for the first time since he left. I get in Louis' sports car and drive to Walmart. When I get there, I grab a cart and start shopping. When I'm checking out I hear someone call my name, "Rachel Baker?" I turn around to see my dad. The man who left me with my insane mother, the man who, after twelve years thinks he can talk to me, and the man who I hate with all my heart. He walks toward me, but I grab my bags and rush out of the store. He rushes after me, " Rachel wait?" I turn around before I exit the door, "Why should I talk to you, Mark?" I could tell it hurt him when I called him Mark instead of Dad, but I refuse to call him dad. He is nothing to me, except for the man who ruined my life! He walks forward, "Rachel, I know your upset, but-" I cut him off, "Upset? You think I'm upset? I'm way more than upset?! I'm furious with you! You left me with mom! My life sucked for a long time because of you!" He fiddles with his thumbs, I know he knows that I hate him, "Rachel can we talk about this somewhere else? People are staring." I don't care if people are staring, he deserves it. "Sure what ever." I go to my car and put up my grocerys. He was waiting for me by my car. I could tell he was in awe over Louis' car. I tell him to meet me at Nandos later to talk. I drive home and put up the grocerys really quick. I sit down with a cup of tea and call Louis.
Me: "Hey babe."
Louis: "Hey princess. Whatcha doing?"
Me: "Trying to think things through."
Louis: "About what?"
Me: "I ran into my dad today."
Louis: "The one who you ran away from?"
Me: "No. That's my mom's boyfriend. My dad left my mom when I was six and left me there with her. He never called, he never visited, and he expects me to be fine about it after twelve years. He left my mom because she was a drugatic and always drank. He could have taken me with him. But he didn't! I will never forgive him for that!"
Louis: "Sweetie, I'm sorry. I hope everything works out. Are you going to talk to him about it?"
Me: "Yeah. I'm meeting him up at Nandos in thirty minutes. I really don't want to talk to him, but I know Stella deserves to know her grandpa."
Louis: "I wish I was there to help you, love. I really do."
Me: "I'll be fine, don't worry."
Louis: "Okay, love you!"
Me: "I love you too, baby."
Louis: "See you on Skype. Bye."
We hang up and I put my phone up. I go upstairs and get out of the sweats I had on today. I put on some jeans and one of Louis' hoodies. I let my hair down in its natural wave, down my back. I throw on my Uggs and put some makeup on. I grab my purse and get in the car. In the car, I think about what I'm going to say to him. I want him to know how much he hurt me. I get to Nandos and see him in the back corner in a booth. I walk over and he stands up to give me a hug, but I just sit down, rejecting the hug. He drops his arms and frowns. He sits down across from me. I star at him, "So what do you say for yourself?" He looks up from his lap, "Rachel, I just want you to know that I wanted to see you but I knew you wouldn't want to see me." I look in his eyes, I see that he is sad. He looks back in my eyes, when I see him look at me, I look away. "Rachel, I just want you back in my life." Stilling looking away, I speak up, "Then why didn't you take me with you? Instead of leaving me there to rot?" He fiddles with his thumbs, a bad habit he has when he is upset, "I don't know. I kick myself everyday, knowing I ruined your life. I should have taken you with me so you wouldn't be there with her and her bad habits." We sit in silence for awhile, the waitress walks over and gets our orders. When she walks away, I speak up, "When you left, she got worse. She would barter my stuff for money for drugs. I ended up having to wear clothes that mom got out of the dumpster. Some nights I didn't even get dinner, I would have to go to the neighbors house and steal food from their fridge. Mom would always have a guy over cause she would barter sex for drugs. Everyone knew about my mother's behavior but they never would help me get out of that house. I would cry myself to sleep every night. I would hurt myself every day. The reason I'm out of that house right now is my boyfriend how got me out of there." I look up and see a tear roll down his cheek. I was crying too, talking about my life always made me get emotional. He looks at me, "Rachel, the aren't words that I can say that would make you forgive me. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." He puts his head in his hands, and sobbed. I wipe the tear off my face. I look at his hands, and something pops out at me, a wedding ring. "Who's she?" I say holding back my anger. He looks up and notices me staring at the ring, "Her names Angela." His voice is now a whisper. I let the tears fall, not caring if anyone notices. How could he leave me for this woman? He grabs my hand but I pull it away, "No. Don't touch me! How could you just leave me to rot, then go marry some woman?" He closes his eyes and lets out a deep breath, "I don't know. I just don't know." I sit there in disbelief. I want to just run out of there but I knew I couldn't run away from my problems. We sit in silence again. The waitress brings our food, not saying a word about our tears. We eat in silence, until he looks up at me, "Rachel?" I put my fork down, not looking at him, "What?" He puts his hand on my hand, I don't pull mine away, "I just want you to know that I'm so sorry."
I look at him, his eyes are sad, but serious. I put my other hand and wipe away his tear that is rolling down his face, "I forgive you." He smiles and grabs me in a hug. "Thank you, Rachel. I love you." I hug him back, "I love you too." He pulls away and smiles at me, "So who is this boy your dating?" I look at him, "His name's Louis. Louis Tomlinson, from the boy band, One Direction. He's also the father of my baby." I put my hand on my stomach, indicating that I'm pregnant. His eyes brighten up and his smile widening, "Is it a boy or a girl?" I put a huge smile on my face, "It's a girl, Stella Marie Tomlinson." He sheds a tear, but not of sadness, but of joy. I grab his hand and put it on my belly. He feels her kick and his faces gleams. "I'm going to be a grandpa."