18 year old Maya faces the death of her Nanna, the most important person in her life. New love interest Nathan brings back a spark into Maya's life. She quickly falls in love with him; They both make promises but who will be the one to break theirs? Read on to find out how Maya deals with the challeneges thrown at her.


9. Lack of Having Father

Chapter 9

August had finally rolled around and the sorrow of the previous couple of months began to fade away with them. I’d been out of the hospital for a fortnight now, but I was still imprisoned in Nathan’s house. He refused to let me out because he was worried I’d put too much strain on my muscles and black out again. I wasn’t exactly the most defiant; I’d choose Nathan’s after shave-smelling bed sheets over the cold, plastic-like ones of the hospital beds without a moment’s hesitation.

It felt like I was in heaven again knowing Nathan and I were on good speaking terms; Weirdly enough, us speaking like a loving couple again soothed any pain from losing my baby. I had imagined the pain to be much worse; I felt a little guilty that I didn’t phase me as it did to other ex-to be mothers. Although, this is not a complaint. Call me crazy, but it seems like the pieces of my life are coming together like a puzzle.


‘Jade called, she wanted to see you, M.’ Nathan popped his head into the steamy bathroom, but jokingly covering his eyes with his fingers. I was stood in the shower, and quickly reached for my towel to cover up. He came back out, and told me to hurry up.

'You take foreverrrrrr,' He moaned. I laughed it off and got back in.



Hey, can we meet tonight, haven’t seen you in forever! I’ve just discovered the most amazing rum and it’d be a pity to drink it all myself. I’ll bring Anaia!


Yeah, sure! I think I’m supposed to stay far from alcohol for a bit, but I miss you and Anaia so why not come over in the evening? I might even convince Nathan to cook for us haha


I'm in! See you at 8 x


‘Babe, have you seen my- Awh, you look good, Maya.’ Nathan walked into his bedroom to find me dancing around to J Cole, doing my makeup. I’d let my hair down after weeks of lazily throwing it up into buns and ponytails. I was wearing my leaf-print playsuit and a pair of white Converse. He goggled at me, pretending to drool. I gave him a little shove and carried on putting on mascara.

‘Well, I’m making chicken on the barbeque, do you want me to make burgers, too?’ he asked. I nodded, knowing how much Anaia liked them. He gave me a quick smile before disappearing downstairs.

As the evening rolled into the latter hours, a distinct fist pounded on the door. I heard an energetic ‘wooing’ outside, and ran down to open the door to Jade and Anaia. They carelessly dumped bottles upon bottles of drink into my hands, making my arms drop off. Then, realising I was physically dying, they recollected them. We walked into the kitchen and they both greeted Nathan.

‘So, we’ve got prosecco, red wine, my beloved rum and three bottles of juices for the kid.’ Anaia gave me a cheeky smile. I rolled my eyes and pretend-whimpered. Half of me longed for even a sip of alcohol while the other half couldn’t wait to be sober around three drunks. This night was looking good.

Hours later (And two bottles in), Jade was practically rolling on the patio outside. It was a warm night, and most of the light we had had come from the fireflies fluttering about, casting a dim glow over our faces. Anaia had dozed off for a solid hour and I was hysterically laughing at Jade being a fool. Glancing over at Nathan, my smile had wiped off. He’d been sipping on a bottle of beer for the last half hour, staring blankly at the stars and his mind miles away from this little garden.

‘So, that’s how I found out about my dad’s weird addiction to tomato juice…’ Jade finished. She’d been rambling on about a story within a story for way too long for me to still be focused.

‘What was your dad like, Nathan?’ I curiously asked.

‘Huh?’ Nathan snapped out of his trance and looked at me, confused.

‘What was your dad like, hmm?’ I repeated. For a second he tried to process my question but then his eyes dropped and he went quiet again.

‘He was… Maya, I’m gonna’ go up to bed now, man, I’m tired as hell,’ He heaved himself up, stretched and crept away. Jade looked at me, shrugged and then proceeded to wake Anaia. I followed Nathan into the house and searched for my phone, meaning to call a cab for Anaia and Jade.


‘What was that about, Nathan?’ I gently asked. He was at on the edge of his bed, facing the window. I put my arms around him, hugging into his shoulders and side. He leaned his head on mine and placed his hand on my thigh.

‘Nothing, I’m good.’ He muttered. He looked up at the ceiling; something he always did hoping it would hold back his tears.

‘Nathan, tell me about your dad. Why don’t you ever talk about him?’ I didn’t know how far I could go. He usually hated opening up, at all.

‘Maya, my dad wasn’t much of a dad. I don’t want to go into detail, but the way it was in my house, if you cried, you got beat, for acting like a girl. If you disrespected him or one of his friends, you got beat, for being a brat and bringing shame onto the family. If you didn't pass your test, you got beat, for being a failure. If you did anything to step out of line, you got beat. Sometimes worse, sometimes he’d be easy on you. He liked to have a selection, you know.’

Tears completely struck my eyes;

‘Nathan, oh my-,’

‘No, stop. I don’t want that kind of reaction. Just forget it. It doesn’t matter anyway. Goodnight.’ He rolled over and pulled the covers high over his ears. I wiped a tear that had rolled down my cheek, and got in bed beside him.

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