Frankie

The egg yolk sun poured through the cracks in my blinds and waited entrance into my eyes. Groaning, I reached for my pillow and blocked out the sun. But it was too late. The sun had awoken me already. My hands intensely rubbed my eyes and scrubbed the dreams away. Glancing over to my phone and releasing, the day has finally arrived.

Our families were going to meet and discuss the baby tonight.

Before drifting away into slumber, last night's shouts from my father were heard and ended once the door slammed. How does my father's publicist deal with his outbursts? The amount of money they have to pour into the tabloids to keep them from airing out my father's dirty laundry.

My nose wafted the juicy meat aroma that was going around my house. My stomached started grumbling, begging to be feed. Last night's dinner didn't go to plan, and I ended up sleeping on an empty stomach. Hopefully, tonight will go more smoothly; it can't get any worse, right?

My feet slipped into my sandals, shuffling towards my poster covered door. Slamming my door behind me and continued down my long granite white stairs. One of my butlers was waiting at the edge to greet us every morning.

"Morning Pelambre," I greeted, and he bowed.

Pelambre is one of our quieter bulters. He rarely ever talked to any of us even his co-workers. My father has gotten in many fights with him since he always hated when Pelambre wouldn't responde with words.

My feet traveled towards the kitchen, finding my mother swirling the beef in the pan. My mother was dumping different seasoning making the smell get even better. The urge to dig a spoon into the pan and consume spoonful of meating was growing.

Gosh, I'm so hungry.

"If you're hungry. Get a small snack. Dinner will be ready in an hour," my mother said.

"Alright," I replied, digging through my fridge, searching for something to ease my growling stomach. In one of the drawers, I spotted a pack of grapes and took them out. I gave them a quick rinse and started devouring them at a rapid pace.

After consuming over half of the container of grapes. I placed the remaining back into the refrigerator. My hand instantly went into my pocket finding my phone no where to be seen. Did I forget it upstairs?

After rushing up the stairs, I grabbed my phone from my bed stand and automatically unlocking. My notifications were filled with messages from Drew and Imogen. My hand hesitantly hovered over Imogen's message before clicking on Drew's.

From Drew:
Getting ready, can't wait to see you.

To Drew :
Okay! See you in a few

After replying I started heading to the shower. There's nothing wrong with getting ready early besides I can use my extra time resting in my bed. All the stories I've heard about his mother made her out to be sweet, hardworking lady. My emotions were all over the place, confused, scared, excited to meet her. Sadly, the circumstances weren't the best but hopefully she won't think I'm a whore. My eyes started to doze off as I pulled my blanket closer to my body.

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"Frankie wake up!" Parker said, knocking my door.

"What. . ." I moaned, stretching my arms as I raised myself off the bed.

"Your little friend is here," Parker replied.

"Alright, I'll be out in a minute," I answered, grabbing one of Drew's hoodies. I don't feel comfortable wearing a tank top in front of others. My body felt and looked disgusting; I hate it. These days, my towels cover my mirror and kept me from bodyshaming myself.

I hate how my body is morphing into.

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"Hey, sorry for not putting effort into my appearance," I said, greeting Drew.

"You look beautiful in anything," Drew complemented showcasing a small smile on his face.

"Yeah for now," I sighed.

In just a few months, no one is going to want to look at me.

"My mom is already talking to yours in the kitchen," he said. "Are you ready?" he asked with gentle concern in his eyes.

"Nothing can be worse than yesterday," I replied. "How are we going to be able to raise it?"

"Somehow, we will find a way we will give our child a better life than we had. Don't forget we still have adoptive as an option," Drew suggested, laying his hand on my shoulder and I was soothed by it.

"Yeah you're right. I'm just not sure if I'm being to give my baby away for freely," I answered.

"Stop stressing out. You're putting a strain on the baby," Drew said, softly rubbing my shoulder.

That's easier said than done. There are only few months left before this baby decided it's time to exit the building. We have to make sure we had everything ready for the baby to live a wonderful life. There so many tasks that we still haven't even thought about yet.

We started walking down the hall, our hands intertwined. We stepped into the dining room which was already arrayed with plates.

"Hi, I'm Frankie," I said shaking Drew's mother's hand. She flashed a gentle smile towards me as she pulled her brown hair strand behind her ear.

"Nice to meet you and my soon to be grandchild," she said rubbing my tummy and her voice going up a several octaves. I felt kind of uncomfortable when she did that but I just laughed it off. Drew held a seat open, waiting for me to take it's place.

"Okay! Food is all set," My mom said moving her loose strands of hair out from her face. She sat down at her usual seat and the butlers brought out all the food. First came the platter that was full of taco shells. Next came the extra components and lastly pot full of beef. I felt myself start to drool watching them placing it down.

My mother gestured for the other Butler to go to the control box. My Butler listened and opened the box, clicking on one of the buttons. The chandelier above us turned from yellow colour to rose color. My mother sent her a thumbs up and started gushing about the lighting.

"How many butlers do you have?" Drew asked, chuckling.

"Only 11," I commented, watching his eyes roll.

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"My husband should be arriving shortly," my mom mumbled.

We were all almost done consuming all the tacos but my father hasn't arrived yet. Our mothers just have been chatting about random events. Both holding off about discussing the issue at hand. I'm assuming they waiting until my father is present but what happens if he doesn't show up.

"How much longer?" I asked, using my napkin to clean the beef juice that smeared my lips.

"Shouldn't be too long," my mother answered, glancing down at her watch.

Suddenly the door slammed open, footsteps stumbling inside and something loudly crashed to the floor. Instantly, my mother jolted from her chair and started rushing down the hall but my father beat her to the dinning room. My eyes widened in disgust noticing his shirt covered in vomit.

"Oh my God Dad," I said, rushing to help him keep his balance.

"Nick, honey maybe you should go rest upstairs," my mother suggested, grabbing a napkin from the table and whipping the dried vomit on his chin.

"No, no," he slurped. "Get your dirty hands off of me," he pushed me and tried walking to his chair. I stood there in horror, watching him trip many times.

"So we hear to talk about the baby," my father commented, a burp follow after. I could be meter away from my father and the strench of whiskey would be just as strong.

"Yes, we are," Drew's mother awkwardly smiled, handing her plate to the maid and sending a quick thank you.

"So what are we going to do with that piece of shit?" my father spat.

"Excuse me?" her eyebrow raised.

"They are going to kill it right?" He slurred vulgarly.

"I think they have a right to do what they want to do," she replied.

"Dad, I already told you! I decided to keep it," I admitted, squirming with my fingers and fighting the urge to bite my nails off.

"Yes, we decided to keep it," Drew replied, placing his hand over mine, a slim smile on his face.

"Okay, If that's your decision than my son will help as much as he can. He's going to get a job and help pay for everything," she answered.

"My daughter isn't ruining her life because your shitty son slept with her," my father raged, slamming his fist on the table.

"Excuse me!" his mother raised her voice. "You will not talk bad about my son. The last time I checked you needed two people to create a new life," she argued. "I do not want my grandson growing up in this environment. I think Frankie should come live with us."

"Now you're taking my daughter?" my father pulled the tablecloth causing everything to fall to the ground.

My poor butlers.

"Your daughter can't raise a baby in this kind of environment. You're drunk for heaven sakes," she criticized, her cheeks puffing up.

"You don't tell me how to take care of my daughter! She was perfect until your fuckward of a son entered the picture. Do you realize what this is going to do to my campaign?!" he raged pacing back and forth, his fists were clenched tightly.

"Is that all you cared about? The campaign? Your daughter needs you and you don't even care about her," she raged, hoisting from chair.

"Get the fuck out of my house! Trash!" my father shouted, causing my body to shake.

"Dad please stop," I whimpered, feeling the tears escaping my eyes.

"No, get that bitch out of this house!" he warned, clenching his fists harder and connecting it to the wall. The tension and intensity was present in his voice.

"Dad please just calm down," I pleaded.

My heart twisted and sunk with my nerves as I watched everyone around me. My breaths came in sharp and I tried to gain control. I tried to breathe calmly but everytime my father spoke, my anxiety rosed.

"If you get her out of here I will," he added.

"It's fine, I don't want to be here any longer," she said. "Thank you Sydney for the lovely meal."

"I'm staying with Frankie," Drew demanded, grabbing my hand interlocking our fingers together.

"Son, I don't think that's a good idea. Her father doesn't want you here," she commented, gripping his sleeve.

"Can I go with you guys," I asked, feeling my legs start to tremble. Drew's mother's mouth was wide open, I guess she didn't expect me to want to come.

Years I've been wanting to leave this place and now I have my chance. Why not take it. Years of my childhood was ruined because of this man, my father. I will not let him ruin my life any further.

"Of course," Drew smiled, pulling me towards the door with his mother.

"You can't leave," My dad shouted, running up to us. He grabbed my hand roughly, his nails digging into my skin, causing sobs to escape my lips.

"Just let us leave," Drew protested, trying to remove my father's grip on me. My father let go, clenching his fists, laying a strong punch across Drew's face.

"What the hell!" I shouted pushing my dad back causing him to tumble down to the floor.

"Drew are you okay?" I asked, cupping his red cheek. He groaned against my touch, hovering his hand over mine. Suddenly two large arms wrapped around my waist, dragging me away from Drew.

"Nick, let her go," my mother argued, charging towards us.

"What the fuck?!" Parker shouted. "I go to the bathroom for a few minutes and everything goes to shit!"

"Go back to the bathroom Parker," my father slurred, tigheting his grip on my stomach.

"Just let her go, Dad," Parker said, attempting to remove my father's grip from me. At this point, my father's eyes were black and filled with anger. He removed his hands from me and started to beat up my brother.

"Parker!" I whimpered, smacking my father's back.

"Nick you have to stop this!" my mother pleaded trying to pulling my father off of Parker. My brother was repeatedly attacked with his fists. I could see the blood starting to pour out his nose, his eyes were rolling back. He has to stop, Parker doesn't deserve to get injured because of me.

"Dad stop!"

My father turned around and connected his fist to my face. I stumbled down to the floor, blood dripping down my nose and tears running down my eyes. My father has told me he hated me, more times than I could count but he never laid a hand on me. Now, I couldn't stand the site of him.

I felt two soft muscular arms pick me up. "Franks I'm so sorry," Drew consoled.

He was carrying me bridal style and my head cradled into his chest. The sound of his heart pumping was all I could hear. His mother opened the door and Drew followed behind her to the car.

"I hate him," I admitted, nuzzling my face into his neck, sobbing loudly.

"Don't worry I'll take care of you," Drew said, opening the car door. He sat me down on the chair softly and put my seatbelt on. He planted a small peak on my forehead before going to the other door.

"You can stay with us until you want to go back home," his mother said.

Once we were all comfortably in the car, his mother turned the engine and started driving away. While looking out my window, I noticed police cars appearing at my block and stopping by my house.

"Thank you for letting me stay with you," I gushed, drying my face with my hands.

That didn't go too well. Frankie is now staying with Drew. Do you want them to have a daughter or son?

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