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7.
Different door. Still closed. Mickey and Tash found themselves in the same position, only this time outside the bathroom and neither quite so anxious to gain entry. For Demi, on the other hand, the thought of company was starting to look a lot more welcome.
“Tash?” she asked weakly from inside.
“I don’t know that I’m the best person …” the blonde said to Mickey unsurely, “I made her cry!”
“That wasn’t you …” he said before calling out to his little sister, “Who d’ya want to talk to, darlin’? Whoever ya want …”
“Tash.” came the hesitant reply to fervent shakes of the head from the girl in question.
“I can’t go in there – I’ll only put my foot in my mouth again!”
“Course ya can.” Mickey assured her confidently. “You’re a girl – you’re good at all this!”
“That’s right, this is right up there with sewing and cooking on the list of things I’m good at! You’re picking a really bad time to go all sexist on me, Miller!” she warned sarcastically, folding her arms. “You go – you’re her brother!”
“It ain’t me she’s askin’ for.”
“Wonder why? Okay, fine, I’ll go. But only ‘cos she asked me. And ‘cos you are gonna owe me – big time!” Tash said in defeat, taking a deep breath before slowly pushing the bathroom door open and spotting Demi leaning over the toilet, wiping at her eyes with one hand and trying to keep her hair back from her face with the other as she threw up. “Oh, Dems …”
Tash let the bathroom door close behind her and hurried to the younger girl’s side, kneeling beside her and gently brushing her hair back for her, holding it there with one hand and rubbing her back comfortingly with the other. “It’s alright,” she said, trying to sound reassuring. “It’ll be over in a minute and then you’ll feel better.”
“No, I won’t! I’ll never feel better!” Demi managed to choke out.
“Don’t say that, darlin’.” Tash said, waiting until the sickness seemed to have passed before getting up to reach her some toilet roll to wipe her mouth and then grabbing a cloth and running it under the cold tap. “I guess that rules out the test being wrong then …” she said, handing over the damp cloth. “Here, this’ll help.”
Demi took the cloth but simply tried to wipe her tears away - a pointless task as more soon escaped down her cheeks – and then held onto it, twisting it distractedly and keeping her eyes locked on it to avoid meeting Tash’s gaze.
“I kinda knew it wasn’t wrong.” she admitted, her shoulders still hitching with the effort of holding back her sobs. “I just … knew …”
“Yeah?” said Tash, feeling more and more out of her depth as she sat down again, cross-legged on the floor. “Well, I have heard ya do sometimes just … know … God, I’m useless at this – I just dunno what to say, Dems!”
“Snap.”
“When did you take the test?”
“Bout a week ago.”
“And you haven’t said anything all that time!”
“Don’t have a go, Tash.”
“I ain’t – I’m just thinkin’ about you here! Not bein’ able to talk to anyone, havin’ to deal with it on your own … Have you thought about … what you’re gonna do?”
Demi just bit her lip and shook her head, but she looked up suddenly, “What would you do?”
Taken aback by the unexpected question, Tash floundered for an answer. “I dunno, Dems – it ain’t really somethin’ I’ve given much thought …”
“Please, Tash – there ain’t no one else I can talk to.”
“That ain’t true, Demi; you’ve got your family. You’re so lucky – there are plenty of people in your position who ain’t got anyone at all.”
“But as soon as I talk to them, they’ll stop listening and just take over … They’ll all reckon they know what’s best. I dunno what to do, but I need to decide for myself ...”
“What about the dad? Does he get a say? Have you even told him yet?” asked Tash, but her questions were met with silence. “He’s got a right to know, Dems.”
“It ain’t him who’s pregnant, is it? It’s me who’s gotta deal with this!”
“I know, and I know it must be scary – I’d be terrified if it was me – but … You can’t not tell him.” Tash said, but she could see she wasn’t convincing the young girl. “Okay, just for a second, imagine it was me …”
“Yeah?” Demi said, a little curious about what was to follow.
“And say I didn’t tell Mickey, I just … got rid …”
“But you wouldn’t do that!”
Tash just sat back and looked at her pointedly. “See what I mean – look how you’re reacting already. If I did that, you’d hate me! Your whole family would hate me and Mickey would never forgive me! I’m not sayin’ you ain’t got the option of … you know … not having it, but you can’t make decisions like that on your own.”
“That’s different though!”
“How d’ya mean?”
“You wouldn’t have to worry – no one would want to treat you like a kid and make all your decisions for you, you wouldn’t have school to think about and you’d have Mickey! You’ve been with him ages – he’d look after you …”
“Ha! Mickey can just about look after himself, darlin’ – I don’t think either of us would be ready for a kid!” Tash exclaimed, looking mildly horrified at the thought. “And if you think people wouldn’t be on my case, you’re sooo wrong – between my mum and yours, they’d drive me up the wall!”
“At least you know Mickey wouldn’t leave ya though. Le- I mean, the dad might not want to know …”
“You gonna tell me who it is?” Tash asked hesitantly even though she had a fair idea, especially after that little slip.
Demi shook her head slowly. “I can’t.”
“Why not? Your family already know you’re pregnant and I’m pretty sure they don’t think you got that way by yourself …”
“It’ll make things worse.”
“So it’s Leo then?” Tash said, a wry smile on her face at the startled reaction from Demi. “Oh, come on – I ain’t stupid!”
“You can’t tell anyone – not even Mickey!”
“Demi …”
“No, Tash, I mean it – they can’t know!”
“Look, this is serious – you can’t let some daft feud get in the way! You’re having a baby, Demi, a baby! This ain’t a game!” Tash exclaimed.
“I know …” she mumbled, her face crumpling as she dissolved into tears again.
“Oh, Dems …” Tash sighed, feeling guilty for being so hard on her and reaching out to pull her into a hug. At the back of her mind however, she couldn’t help remembering her conversation with Mickey and his reaction to the possibility of Leo being the father - it definitely seemed to her that the Miller/Taylor feud was set to get a whole lot worse.
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