When Kayla decides to move in with her mum, leaving her Dad behind, she thinks it's going to be just like the old days. Determined to have a better life, she sets off, wanting to start over. But once she's met Pierre, her Mum's new boyfriend, she realises it will never be the same again...


12. Late!

I place the outfit and blanket carefully back into the cot, before leaving the room with Pierre and my mother. Pulling the door to a shut, I head downstairs to have a chat. I seat myself at the dining table, opposite Pierre and Mum, and they begin by telling me the story...

"Kayla, Aimee was all we ever wanted. We tried so much to recieve her. Miscarriage was hard at first." My Mother explains, clenching her fists in order to stop her from crumbling in front of my eyes. Pierre rubs her back, sympathising, and I smile, sadly.

"You tried before her?" I ask, surprised.

"We tried many times. I guess we just got lucky in the end. When we finally got Aimee, we were just the happiest parents in the world." My Mum expalins, wiping away her tears once more, "And then that's when it happened. We were down by the beach, and the waves were crashing forcefully against the rocks."

I try to picture the image, trying to imagine what the beach would be like here. Amazing beautiful sky. Golden sun sand. Then, I remember: Tyler. I'm supposed to be meeting him today at 10! I sit up abruptly, rushing into the hallway to check the time: 11:00. Damn!

"Honey, what is it?" I don't know if it is because my Mum used the word 'honey' on me for the first time, or because I'm just freaked out that I'm late, but I freeze, literally.

"Erm...I kind of need to go." I say slowly.

"Go? But we're explaining this to you. Arent you interested in what happened?" My Mum seems hurt, so I seat myself back down at the table.

"So..." My Mum carries on, as if she knows I'm going to listen to the rest, "we let her swim in the sea. Aimee loved the sea! I took her in, and I made the worst mistake of my life. I turned my back on her for a minute, and then she was gone." I hear myself gasp. "I swam deep to find her. She was nowhere in sight. We never saw her since."

I gulp. Pierre says, "I wanted your mother to try for another child, or course. I wouldn't stop begging her. But she got fed up. Told me to leave. I did. I moved out. We didn't talk to each other for months, and then your mother came and said sorry, and we got back together again, just like that."

"Ok..." I say, trying to take it all in, "but why were you so mean to me Pierre, if you've always wanted another daughter? I don't understand." Mum gives me a glare, but I try to ignore it.

"I'm sorry," Pierre immediately says, "I was just annoyed that the the only child I get isn't even my own. But I should make the most of having you here Kayla. I know. You just remind me so much of Aimee, and I couldn't bear to let it get to me." I smile at him, for the first time in my stay here. If I knew there was an explanation behind it, maybe I would have tried to be nicer to him too. He gets up, coming around the table to me, and gives me a big hug. I join in, wanting to hold onto him forever, but he finally lets go.

"So where was it you needed to go?" He asks.

"Cafe Kido. I'm meeting someone there."

"Well what are we waiting for!" He cheers, grabbing my arm and steering me down the corridor. I put on my shoes - he puts on his - and we hop into his car. "I'll drive you there!" Surprised by his mood swing, I laugh, as we drive along. I give a wave to Mum as we leave and I can't help but smile all the way down to the Cafe. I just can't wait to go to the Beach, and now I know to be extra careful.

When we reach it, I climb out of the car, thanking Pierre. He tells me to have a good time, and I assure him I will. He gives me a wave as I make an entrance into the Cafe, and then zooms off into the distance. I take a look around the Cafe. To my dissapointment, no 'Tyler' is in sight. Maybe he left because he was waiting so long? I sink down into the sofa, frowning. I can't believe I forgot to come. It's all my fault. And now I've lost a potential friend.

Just when I'm about to leave and have a stroll home, a hand creeps up my shoulder. I spin around, and right in front of me, 2 inches apart, is Tyler. I smile, and he's smiling too. He pulls on a jacket, hands in pockets, and we walk back out of the Cafe, starting our way down to the Beach.

"I'm sorry I'm late," I say, trying to apologise, "I thought you'd left when I came in..."

"It's fine," He butts in, smiling again. I love his smile. "I'd never leave and miss a chance to go to the beach with you." This seems to make me grin even more.

"But you hardly know me," I challenge, raising my eyebrows.

"More the better." He says in reply. I don't really understand what he means by that, but anyhow, I smile again, just enjoying our peaceful stroll...

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