Emily Taylor - The Teenage Mum by Vi Grim Read Free Book Online Page B

why you're here. I do
enjoy a good challenge.'
And a challenge I am. On
day two, she gives me a shot of Southern Comfort to loosen up my
vocal chords. 'It does the trick for me,' she says, taking a slug
from the bottle.
    It's rough
stuff but does loosen up my
vocal chords. She has me practicing my scales and does her best to
stop me yelling and screeching. My boyfriend, James, comes along
sometimes and sings too. He has such a sexy voice. When we all sing
together, if I don't sing too loud, we sound just great.
My moods are up and down and
all over the place and my periods have stopped. I'm in a mess, a
very happy mess. It's falling in love that's done it, that's what
it is.
     
It's great hanging out with
James. We go into Port Royal in the evenings and dine in
restaurants with all the famous people, then go dancing. It's
wonderful being a grown up and doing grown up stuff.
I see Azziz sometimes, he says
he's happy cos I'm happy but he doesn't look it. Him and James have
a fight. James is ever so brave and gets a couple of good punches
in, but does get beat up. I hit Azziz as hard as I can and won't
talk to him anymore. He's probably just jealous. James's pretty
face gets a fat lip and a black eye, which makes him look like a
panda.
     
On Sunday afternoons we have
jam sessions on the beach in front of Janice's. The Stones come,
Jim Morrison, Jimmy Hendrix and lots of other dead musicians. They
know each other so well that they make amazing music. It flows
randomly about the place while always moving forward, like a river
washing us all along with it.
I'm getting more confident now
and take the microphone and sing; I even do some solo bits. It's so
neat to be able to sing. Thanks Janice.
I drink rum punch and
smoke the sweet cigarettes they pass around. I get happy as, then
throw up everywhere and can't even look at food for two days. I
stick to fizzy water after that.
     
I'm enjoying myself so much
that I lose track of time.
    Then,
disaster! We're in a gay club;
it's one of James's favourite hangouts. His friends are really cool
and we have good fun with them but I do find it a bit odd seeing
blokes snogging blokes and girls kissing passionately. I even saw a
girl with her head up inside another girl's T-shirt. I can't wait
to tell Annie, she won't believe me! Anyway, this boy comes in and
slaps James across the face, like girly like. Then James bursts
into tears and next minute they're snogging! I'm devastated. James
mumbles, 'Sorry, I had a tiff with Timmy and was just trying to get
back at him.'
    He doesn't love
me, I've been used! What's more he left me for him. Him! For a bloke!
    All he can say
is sorry after I've given him my body. Bastard!
I punch him so hard he'll
never forget, set fire to his apartment with his precious records
and his awards from Hollywood, grab my bag and head for
home.

 
     
     
8.
     
    Jesus is
waiting for me. I'm so pissed off that I hit him when he tries to
give me a hug. He comes back later to find me upside down with my
head stuck in the corner of the sofa sobbing . 'Pull your head in woman,' he says.
'Go away!' I scream.
He taps me on the shoulder a
few minutes later and says, 'Em, drink this down. It'll make you
feel better.'
His hot toddy burns its way
down my throat, sending shudders through my body, but does the
trick. I burst onto tears and cuddle up against Jesus.
     
He's been looking after
my place. The lawns are mown, the garden is weeded and dinner is
cooked. It's almost too much. No wonder he's got so many followers.
Azziz and Janice come round and we have dinner. It's all laughter
and tears. The tears being all mine. After dinner we sing the most
depressing blues and country and western songs that Janice can
think of. They make me laugh. I feel like shite but it's so good to
have friends.
     
My cottage needs redecorating.
I don't like the colour. The aqua marine bathroom is okay but
everything else needs changing. I want the living room to be bright
yellow, my bedroom