xx. all i have to o f f e r .| Aug 3, 2006 12:00:37 GMT
Post by xx S K Y viviene | on Aug 3, 2006 12:00:37 GMT
x.// HE CAN NEVER STOP HIMSELF
Brunette locks flowed elegantly, long and shiny in the summer sun. Her painted nails were just about visible after they'd wrapped around the child's buggy. Sat inside the blue and cream pushchair was a chubby little boy, with bright blue eyes and hair of blond, he was definately his mothers child. After all, despite her locks being brown right now, when she was his age, she had light blond locks, and whilst her eyes looked more gray to the day, when she was only 10 months old she had really aqua blue eyes.
The baby clapped his hands happily. Parker, was his name. And the girl pushing him, only looking in her mid-teens, was Sky. His mother. ALthough. No one knew that.
Parker was conceived after Sky was raped, by her ex boyfriends friend. She'd been drinking heavily, and had passed out, he'd took advantage. A lot of boys had done that to her. Ever since she was knee high. Took advantage of her weakness. She was labelled a wimp. A weak little thing, who couldn't stick up for herself, and had all the others do it for her. She'd been rejected from her family, and her friends were well, unexistent. She'd only ever had one friend, Chelsey, and Chelsey had also been her girlfriend. That's why she'd got thrown out, oh, not because her mom had a fear of bisexuals or anything, because her mom was sleeping with Chelsey's dad. She had been so concerned about herself, that she wanted Sky to go. Sky did, and Sky passed her sister in the street. Mom's dead, because of you Sky. He killed her, your little girlfriend pappa killed her. That twisted the knife right in her heart.
So she'd just fled, took as much money from her bank as she could, and fled, coming to California. Where she hid for nine months, until Parker was born. If anyone asked her where he come from, she'd simply reply that he was her brother, and her mom had died during birth.
Thing is, now she was regretting all the lies. She wanted someone to tell the truth to, she needed a friend, she needed a relationship. She needed a support group. Friend, and famly. All she'd ever wanted. Happiness. But right now, it seemed to much to ask. She was so consumed in thought, she was just mindlessly pushing the buggy down the pathway, often used for trekking and quiet picnics in the feild, and walks. The boy started to murmur unhappily now, and began to have a tantrum, he was either hungry, or he'd soiled. She hoped it was the first one, she'd much rather give him food than stop get all the changing mat out, change his daiper and put all the rubbish in a sack she'd have to carry to the closest garbage can. He held a floppy dog in his hand, and he threw it as far as he could, yelling his little head off. Sky rolled her eyes.
"Park, baby please, be a good boy for mommy 'kay? What's the matter?"
She spoke quietly, just in case anyone was around, she didn't want anyone to know Parker was her son just yet. Why? it was just something she didn't want anyone to know. She wiped the baby's soft skin under his eyes, damp as it was his mother's touch, he wrinkled his nose. Talking some rubbish [he could say some words now] and then pouting his lips. Sky laughed and kissed him softly, giving him a bottle. That's what he wanted, keeping on hand on the buggy Sky reached out for the plush dog and passed it back to him, he smiled, showing off his new tooth which was slowly making it's way through.
"You wanna come with Mommy and walk like a big boy?"
The blue eyes scanned over the adults and the baby giggled, Sky smiled, unclasping the tie that secured the boy in, lifting the reasonably heavy boy placing him on the ground and holding his hand as he walked in the best way he could. She smiled and hoisted him up onto her hip, pushing the buggy with only one hand.