Last Time . . .

I wont tell you what happened, because he never told anyone. Even though I do know what happened. It was now that the disasters began again, and in full force. It was now, that other life changing things occurred, and boy, they sure did change his life . . .

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A few months passed of nothing really happening. Then, on a rainy morning, when Chelsea had beaten a club James thoroughly disliked 4-1, joy was his general feeling. In fact he was so happy, that he ran out into the pouring rain and jumped head first into the grass patch on the outside of his house.

“James get your ass back in side!” His stepmother yelled at him.

“Nah!” He yelled back, covered in mud. The rain was so hard that before he even reached the grass patch he was soaked.

“Suit yourself!” She yelled back and went inside. James carried on jumping around in the mud and rain like a 7 year old boy. His sister Sophie looked out the window and smiled, then turned back to her brother lee and James best friend Dan.

“Its good to see him happy”

“You’re telling me” Dan agreed

Lee looked out the window and saw his twin jumping around like a kid in a candy store.

“Not such a hard man now is he”

James carried on, and his stepmother grew more and more concerned for his health. That is until Emma showed up. James saw her and immediately stopped his playing and ran to her.

“All right Em” He greeted covered in mud, then smiling a 7 year olds grin. But she didn’t laugh, only looked down. “What’s wrong?” He asked becoming concerned.

“James, I’m pregnant” She said suddenly. That was it, his happy mood had just fallen out of him. He couldn’t say anything; only stare at her wide eyed. Emma was expecting him to shoo her away, then claim he had nothing to do with it, but instead he just stared at her.

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Inside Natalie came out of the toilet with a petrified look on her face.

“What’s wrong Nat?” Sophie asked seeing her face.

“I’m pregnant” She stated. Lee even looked surprised. Dan just stared much like James was doing outside. Sophie got up and immediately hugged her, then offered her her seat.

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Back outside, James was still staring like he had seen a ghost bus of lost souls.

“James” Emma spoke up in a quite voice. He looked down at her (He was a little taller than her) “I’m getting cold” She stated shyly. His brain snapped into action, remembering they were out in the heaviest storm he could remember.

“Oh, sorry. Quick” He led her inside. The same expression was on his face still though.

“So decided to come back in after your little play?” His stepmother asked sarcastically. James ignored her completely, lost in his thoughts still. She looked at him worriedly, and then turned to Emma.

“He alright?” She asked her.

“I hope so” Emma answered painfully

“Are you alright?” She asked her now as James sat down on the sofa and buried his head in his hands. Emma shook her head no.

“What’s wrong then?”

“I’m Pregnant” She answered too simply. His stepmother gasped, then a worse idea hit her. She turned and looked at James reaction, then gasped again.

“And the dad is?”

“Happy pants over there”

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Anyway, about 3 and a bit months passed. Nat was 6 months pregnant and Emma was 3 months. Everyone knew that James was the father of Emma, but everyone also knew that he was not the father of Nat. They had discovered that after Nat finally admitted it wasn’t his. Yet strangely, James was spending more time with Nat than with Emma, something Emma couldn’t stand. Eventually Emma phoned James and complained that he was spending too much time with her, well actually screamed at him. James ran over to her house, only to find that his best friend had killed herself. He was horrified when he went in, that he ran outside as fast as he could and almost vomited. He just kept repeating oh my god, oh my god over and over again. For 2 weeks he wouldn’t do anything. He didn’t even lose his temper, but people almost wished he had. He was absolutely disgusted with himself for what he had done to his best friend, and regretted ever touching her like that in the first place. His baby was dead, his best friend was dead, and both were his fault. He told everyone, and they were just as shocked. At her funeral, no one blamed him but himself. In fact they even tried to reason with him, but he wouldn’t listen to them at all. He became a brick wall.

“What would my mother had said” He repeated to himself in his head. But, only one person knew something very important. He was still going to be a dad.