Artificial | Brad Simpson

Chapter 5

"Mummy."
My heart stopped when that word emitted from her mouth. They were her kids?!
Wait so she's 18 and the twins are four. That meant she was... 14?!

"Wait. y-you ha- had two kids when you were f-fourteen?" The words barely made a sound whilst exiting my mouth.

"Well n-" She was cut short by a knock at the door. I stayed sat at the edge of the bed with my head in my hands.

I heard brief conversation before the door closed again. She sat down slowly next to me.
"You want to know the whole story right?" She said after a few silent moments.
The silence was deafening and the only noise being made was from the clock on the wall and the TV in the background.
"Promise one thing." She whispered.
I nodded, head still in hands expecting the worst.
"Don't talk throughout the whole thing."
I nodded again. The TV clicked as it turned off and I braced myself.

She took a deep breath.

"Well 5 years ago, I lived with my dad and mum. I was one of the most popular among the school despite only being in year 9. Just as I was about to turn 14, my mum fell pregnant. And life carried on. I started going off the rails a bit and when I turned 14, I had a party. It was the only thing that people spoke about for months on end. For good and bad. I did things with my boyfriend at the time and somehow everybody found out. Like everyone. But it only made me more popular. I started missing school to go out the back of the park down the road. I started taking drugs. Not like cocaine but I took speed and smoked weed. My life went downhill. It was the week before the twins were born that my mum told my dad the twins weren't his and that she didn't know who the father was. I was disgusted by it and me and dad moved out. When the twins were first born, we had nothing to do with them but I realised the night they were born that I loved my mum and shouldn't be this harsh with her. That night I had too much alcohol and had to get my stomach pumped so I was in hospital for 2 and a half days. I went back to school on the Tuesday and like clockwork, broke my way out of the gate after first period. I went to make truce with my mum and tell her I was changing my life around. When I reached her house, I walked up the driveway and knocked on the door, I repeated that but no response was made. I could hear the twins screaming from inside and I was too weak to kick the door down. I ran around to the back of the house. The screaming had got louder and I had gotten pretty worried. The backdoor was in the kitchen and was glass and I could see all the kitchen utensils all over the room. I grabbed a plant pot and threw it against the glass. I remember glass shattering everywhere and my skin being pierced by the sharp fragments hitting my body. I ran looked around and the place was a tip. Mum was usually a clean and tidy person and it was only the kitchen like this. I ran through the house looking for her but she wasn't there. Upstairs the twins were in their cot. They were only 2 or 3 days old and were so tiny. God Brad you should have seen them. They were beautiful. I called the police straight away and they came, along with my dad. We said that dad was their father because he was the closet thing that they had to one. They said to take them home with us. My dad had custody of them anyway so they lived with us. I dropped out of school because my dad is a proper workaholic who is working 24/7. I brought them up as my own. I watched their first steps and heard their first words. I changed their nappies and fed them and woke up at least 100 times a night to put them back to sleep. The police dropped the case of my mum. They found no DNA of anyone who we didn't know. They concluded she had run away but they never found her. Last year, when I turned 18, I spent months on end in court. But finally about 6 months ago, I legally became their mother. And that is why they call me mummy."

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So that's who the twins are👍🏼