Impossible Miracle's by L.J Banister (classic novels txt) 📕

Chase,

Here is all your stuff. I don’t want any of it. What you said today was horrible and I will not stand to be treated that way. So this is my goodbye. I never want to see or hear from you again, and you will have nothing to do with my child. Have a good life.

Chelsea

Screwing up the paper, I toss it to the ground, chuckling. About time. Dragging the box closer, I pull out my shirts. I go to toss them in my dirty pile, but stop before I do. I toss them back in the box along with her letter. I quickly rummage through my draws and closet, tossing anything of hers to the ground by the box. Picking it all up, I walk out of the house and down to our rubbish bin, throwing everything inside and slamming the lid. I don’t want any of it either.

Kaylee

I threw up the next morning. I woke up with the smell of cooking bacon in my nostrils, and my stomach rolled. I bolted out of my room to the bathroom and spewed up the contents of my stomach. After I washed my hands and rinsed out my mouth, I walked out to the kitchen to find Skylar cooking breakfast.

“Good morning baby mumma” she says cheerily. The smell of bacon is stronger in here and my stomach flips more.

“Morning” I say quietly, trying to hold down whatever is about to come up. Skylar turns to look at me.

“What’s wrong? You look pale” she says putting the tongs down on the bench and walking over to me. I can feel it rising in my throat, and push past her, over to the sink and begin dry reaching.

“The bacon!” I hear Avery say. “The smell of cooking meat will make her nauseas.” They both begin rushing around, opening windows, trying to get the smell out. Suddenly, hands are on my shoulders, and I being pushed out of the kitchen and out the front door. I take deep breaths of the fresh air, and after a few minutes, my stomach settles. Sitting on the front step, I start to laugh quietly.

“What’s so funny?” Avery asks, sitting beside me, still rubbing soft circles over my back. I didn’t even notice.

“That sucks” I giggle. “I like bacon.” Avery begins to laugh with me. We sit there laughing for a few minutes. I can hear Skylar running around the house spraying something.

“What’s she doing?” I ask, turning to look back at the house.

“Trying to get rid of the smell” Avery laughs. “Let me go see how good of a job she’s done” She gets up and walks inside, leaving me alone. Looking down at my stomach, I rub a hand over it.

“You’re so mean, making mummy be sick, and being able to have bacon. You wait ‘til you’re out, mummy’s gonna eat plate loads of bacon” I say to my stomach, still giggling softly. Skylar comes running out of the house carrying a glass of water and some salt crackers.

“Avery told me to give you these” she says handing me the water and crackers. “Said they’d help with the nausea.” I quickly gulp down half the glass of water, and eat the crackers. I was feeling better now that I had something in my stomach.

“Sorry” Skylar says. “About the bacon. I was trying to make you breakfast.” I stand up and give her a hug. It was sweet of her to do that for me.

“Don’t sweat it. It happens” I say. “I don’t think eggs on toast will make me throw up” She gives me a smile and pulls me back into the house. The smell of bacon is gone, and Skylar sets to work to make me eggs on toast while Avery makes me a cup of tea. While they’re busy, I decide to give my mum a call. I walk to my room and grab my mobile, dialing my mum’s number. She answers on the third ring.

“Good morning dear” her sing-song voice fills my ear.

“Hey mum” I say smiling, even though she can’t see, I know she can hear it in my voice.

“How are you sweetheart?” she asks. She always calls me things like that; dear, darling, honey, sweetheart… The list goes on, and I can’t bring myself to mind it.

“I’m… Good” I say. “What about you?”

“I’m fine honey. Would be better if your father would hurry up and make his move” I knew what she was talking about. Every morning, my mum and dad play cards, and dad always takes forever to decide what his going to do. It drives mum crazy but they still play.

“Look, mum, I’m actually calling to see if you and dad would like to come over for lunch today?”

“Oh, that would be lovely, dear. But we do have your brother coming at 11 o’clock to help your father.”

“Can you bring him too? I have something I need to tell you”

“What is my dear? Not bad I hope” she sounds worried.

“No, no, no, mum. It’s not bad. I don’t want to tell you over the phone. Can you be here 12:30?”

“Of course honey. That’s no problem”

“Okay, I’ll see you then. Give dad a big kiss for me”

“I will, and I’ll see you later”

“Bye mum”

“Goodbye pumpkin” I hang up the phone, and let out a sigh. Getting up off my bed, I walk back out to the kitchen.

“How are you feeling now?” Avery asks, handing me a cup of tea.

“Much better, thanks” I say taking a sip. “I just rang my mum. They’ll be here at 12:30 with my brother”

“Oh, Carter’s coming?” Skylar squeals. Ever since she first met my older brother, she’s had the biggest crush on him, always flirting with him and touching him.

Carter’s two years older than me, and, according to everyone else, a “real hottie”. With a mess of light brown hair, our mother’s bright green eyes, and our father’s tanned skin tone, every girl drooled of him, even the older ladies. He was a heartbreaker, everyone knew that though. But when it came to his family, his soft-hearted and ever so gentle, unless he and dad are mucking around. He cried the day he came to see me in the hospital after my operation. He held my hand and cried freely, telling me he was sorry, even though it wasn’t his fault. I knew it broke his heart a little too, he always was saying how forward he was looking to becoming an uncle, he wasn’t so sure about being a dad though.

“Yes, he is coming, and please, no flirting with him” I say.

“Fine” Skylar huffs, and turns back to the eggs she’s cooking. “Kill joy.” I smile at her whispered comment, and then let out a big sigh. Today was going to be a good one.

Chase

I spent the next few hours cleaning out everything that reminded me of Chelsea, including my bed. I didn’t want anything to do with her.

Tyler and Ethan came home as I was trying to drag the mattress down the stairs.

“Whoa” Tyler called, running to help me before the mattress toppled me down the last few steps. “What the hell you doin’ man?”

“Getting rid of my bed” I huff, running up and down the stairs left me without breath.

“Why?” Ethan asks, coming to help move it over to the skip bin the apartment holders ordered.

“’Cos I don’t want anything to do with Chelsea” I stomp back into the apartment. The boys running after me.

“So you throw out your bed?” Tyler asks.

“Yes” I say walking to the bench and picking up my keys. “I’m gonna go get a new one” I walk out of the apartment and down the stairs. I’m walking to the parking lot when I spot it. The bright red BMW Convertible. Chelsea’s car. I glance around for her, hoping she won’t see me, but when I spot her, she’s staring right at me. She’s over by the skip bin, tears running down her face. I turn away from her and keep walking towards my car.

“Chase?” she calls out. I keep walking, not bothering to answer, or look at her.

“Chase?” she sounded closer that time, and then I hear the sound of her shoes hitting the pavement. Even while she’s pregnant she still wears high heels.

“Chase!” she grabs my arm, swinging me around to face her. “Are you deaf? I was calling you”

“What do you want?” I snap, turning back around to continue walking.

“You threw out all our stuff”

“No, I threw out all MY stuff”

“Why?” I spin back around to face her.

“Because I want nothing to do with you! Everything you touched, I threw out, including that box you left on the doorstep!” I yell, walking faster to my car.

“Do I really mean that little to you, Chase? The five years we were together meant nothing?” she calls.

“Are you fucking kidding me? I fucking loved you! I was going to marry you! I wanted kids with you. Meant that little? You fucking cheated on me! You have no one else to blame but yourself, Chelsea! Now do us both a favor and stay the fuck away from me! Don’t come near me, don’t talk to me! I don’t want anything to do with you” I yell before spinning around and climbing in to my car. I back out of my parking space, and speed off, leaving Chelsea crying in the middle of the parking lot. I keep driving, with no destination in mind. I just drive, fast. I need to calm down. I’m gripping the steering wheel that hard my knuckles are white, and my jaw is aching from clenching them so hard together.

I drive around for an hour before pulling up to a furniture store. I decide to pick out a whole new bedroom suite, and after finding a nice black leather bed with black bedside tables and tallboy suite, I go find new sheets before I organize for delivery.

“Is tomorrow morning okay to drop off?” asks the young brunette behind the counter. She could no more than 16 years old, with dark brown eyes, a soft round face and a sweet smile.

“Yeah that’s fine” I say pulling out my wallet and paying for everything.

Kaylee

It’s 12:30 on the dot when there’s a knock at the front door. Skylar rushes to the front door, probably eager to see my brother. Avery and I are in the kitchen making Caesar salad. My nausea settled down and was fine with the cooked chicken.

“Hi Mr. and Mrs. Moore” Skylar is always very polite when it comes to my parents. I think it’s because deep down, she wants someone to approve. Her parents never did, that’s why she is they was she is. No matter what she did, they couldn’t care less.

“Hi Skylar, and please, call me Audrey, dear. I’m not that old yet” my mother jokes. I listen to the sound of my mother’s high heels tapping on the tiles coming towards the kitchen “Now, where is my darling little girl?”

“I’m in the kitchen, mum” I call. She’s a sight of elegance when she comes to the kitchen. Dressed in a beautiful baby blue dress, her hair up in an elegant bun and her makeup perfectly bringing out her gorgeous green eyes. I walk around and give her a big smile.

“Hi, mum”

“There’s my beautiful girl” she says pulling back to look at me. “You look gorgeous, honey” I dressed in a floor length yellow summer dress, with my hair messily braided to the side. “Doesn’t she look gorgeous, Elijah?”

“Of course she does” my dad says, walking over to give me a hug, and kissing my forehead. “Hello, baby girl” My father, Elijah Eric Moore, is a tall man, being