chocolate with hot fudge, butterscotch, sprinkles and a cherry
Story: Timeless { backstory | index }
Title: Mistake
Rating: PG
Challenge: Chocolate #7: regret
Toppings/Extras: hot fudge, sprinkles, butterscotch, cherry
Wordcount: 377
Summary: Isis Rochambeau made a mistake.
Notes: Wow. This came out more horrible than I expected it to.
You can’t blame me. I made a mistake, all right? Having that affair with Aaron was the dumbest thing I ever did. I didn’t even really want to, it just happened. He’s a bastard and an unfit human being. The worst thing that ever happened to me. I don’t know what was going through my head.
I was angry at my husband I guess. Who wouldn’t be? He was seeing that slut with the tattoos on her arms. Yeah, because she’s so fucking individual.
So I started screwing with Aaron and it was easy because he’s pathetic. And then guess what? That piss-poor alcoholic got me pregnant when my husband couldn’t after five fucking years. And I couldn’t pass the baby off as my husband’s. He was Afro-Caribbean, you see. And Aaron? White as a goddamn sheet of paper.
Yeah, so that was a fucking good start, wasn’t it? The first thing this baby does when she comes into the world is kick my already-teetering marriage into the grave.
Trust me, I wouldn’t have had time to raise some squealing little bitch anyway. What can I say? I’m not the mothering kind, and I was on the way up. Even after my dear husband cleared off I was finding my next foothold. Got a sweet job just a few months after she was born and that was that. What, you wanted me to give up my whole future for one puking baby?
Aaron could’ve tried to put her into foster care if he wanted to. Hell, he wouldn’t have had to try very hard the way his house looked. But he kept her. It was his choice.
Anyway, he had to go and die young so suddenly I was landed with this fourteen-year-old girl I’d avoided talking to for as long as I could remember. She used to phone me when she was titchy. “When are you going to let me live with you?” she’d always ask. How about never, kid? I’d remarried and we were happy together. My new husband really didn’t need to know about this particular mistake.
So. She was fourteen. Aaron popped his clogs and left her with nothing. And suddenly she’s my responsibility.
What the fuck else was I supposed to do?