The Following Morning
I woke up to something sleeping on my stomach. I looked and saw my cat, fast asleep on me, all curled up in a ball. I was shocked to see her.
'How did she get here?' I thought.
I began to sit up and she woke up. She saw me awake and she got off my stomach and sat next to me.
"How did you get here, Muffin? I was gonna pick you up today since I accidentally forgot you yesterday." I said, petting her head.
(Me: Unintentional rhymes!!! Haha.) "I took the opportunity to pick her up for you." Someone said.
I looked up and saw Michael standing in the doorway. I smiled a little and he walked over to me and sat on the bed. Muffin got up and walked over to Michael and rubbed against his arm and purred. He giggled and rubbed her head, scratching behind her ear. She licked his hand and it made him giggle more.
"Why are you giggling, Mike?"
"Her tongue tickles, that's why." He said, still giggling.
I giggled and saw her walk onto Michael's lap and she laid down. He smiled and rubbed her back, making her purr more.
I smiled a little. "She seems to like you, Michael."
Michael smiled a little and nodded. "Seems like it, huh? She's a sweet cat."
"She is. She loves to love up on anyone and everyone new." I giggled a little.
He giggled a little. "Well, there's no rehearsal today. Do you have work?"
"Surprisingly no. I don't have work today." I replied, after looking at my work schedule.
"Did you call in sick or something?"
"No. I think I asked for today off specifically. Even if they scheduled me to work today, they would've given me the day off because of my mom kicking me out."
"And our almost child?"
"Well, not exactly...I don't think they ever knew about it."
"How did they find out about your mother kicking you out?"
"The press...I knew I felt like I was being followed on the way here when I got in the taxi. And I had thought I saw some of them outside my window, hiding in the trees, listening in on us and me and my mom."
Michael sighed. "Of course...the press would always do that."
"I know, right?" I sighed. 'I wonder what my family is doing right this minute...'
At The House
Alex got inside the house and put his keys on the rack. "Beck, I'm home from an all-nighter at work!" He shouted.
He didn't hear a response, so he thought I was still asleep. He went up to his room and put his stuff down and noticed that the entire house was quiet. He didn't hear or see Muffin around and at that point, he knew something was wrong. He went to my room and knocked on my door.
"Beck? You in there?" He asked.
He didn't hear anything, so he opened my door and walked in and didn't see my stuff. The bed was cleared, no clothes in the dresser or in the closet, no books or movies or the few Disney stuffed animals I had on the shelves, nothing. Even my bathroom was cleared out. He looked around and couldn't find any trace of me or my stuff anywhere in my room. He looked at the bed and saw a folded up piece of paper that looked like it came from my diary (Me: which it did) and raised his eyebrow.
"Huh? What's this?"
He picked it up and opened it and read it silently to himself. When he read the part with the miscarriage, his eyes went wide.
'My sister...was pregnant?! How did we not notice that?!' He thought.
He continued reading over it and then he heard Ricky and Eric come into the room.
"What's up, Alex? Where's Becky?" Eric asked.
"She's gone."
"She died?" Ricky asked. "Who am I gonna pick on for fun now?"
"She's not dead, Ricky...Mom kicked her out."
"Kicked her out? For what?"
Alex handed them the note I left and they read it silently to themselves. It said:
Dear Family,
I'm sorry, but I have to leave you guys. I didn't wanna tell you guys this, but while I was dating Michael, he got me pregnant. But, because of the cut I got on my neck, I suffered a miscarriage with our first child. He and I are gonna try for another one since my wound has healed properly now. When I was talking to him on the phone, Mom heard our conversation about trying for another child and she kicked me out. That's why I had to leave. She expected me to be out of the house by midnight yesterday. Please don't think wrongly of me for this. I still love you guys. You're all still my family...I'll miss you all dearly.
Love,
Becky
xxxxx
P.S. I hope you guys know where Neverland Valley Ranch is, because that is where I'm staying. It's Michael's house. If you don't know where it is, just follow the roads in Los Angeles and you'll come across the gates of Neverland.
Eric was in shock. He couldn't believe that the youngest in the family...would be the first to get kicked out. Ricky kinda sorta knew what was going on, but it wasn't in full detail in his mind until now. Alex was worried, but knew I could take care of myself.
"Mom kicked her out because of a miscarriage?" Eric asked.
"No, she kicked Becky out because she had overheard her's and Michael's conversation of trying for another child." Alex replied.
"I told you that he would try something with her! He got her pregnant, she got a miscarriage-" Ricky was cut off.
"Ricky, shut up! She may be our baby sister, but she's 18 and her body can handle it. We can't always protect her from whoever she wants to be with. If she wants to be with Michael and start a family, then let her. It's her choice. Remember what mom told us?"
"By the time we're 18, we should be out of the house and having kids and getting married...not necessarily in that order. If you're not out of the house by the age of 18, I'll kick you out of the house."
"Exactly. This is her own path. Let her take it. She knows what to expect and what will happen."
Ricky gave in. He knew that I've made my own decisions before and created my own path, alongside God's path he left us. Straight and narrow was how mine was made, guaranteed a few little branches were made, but I did know what to expect. Especially with Michael.
Back At Neverland
Michael told me about the Family Day that was coming up and asked me if I wanted to go with him and meet his family the right way.
"Oh, I don't know, Michael. I'm a little afraid of your father." I said, sheepishly.
"Joseph? You're afraid of him, too?" He asked, a bit shocked.
I nodded a little. "Yeah. Aren't you?"
"Yeah. I thought I told you that before, Kitten. So, will you?"
I giggled. That was actually the first time he's called me that. He knew I could make little kitten sounds, so I guess he knew when to use the nickname. I thought about it for a little bit and nodded.
"Okay. I'll go with you. I would love to meet your family the proper way."
He giggled a little and smiled and kissed my forehead. "Good. Well, since we have some time together......wanna watch a movie in the theater?"
(Me: Ha! You thought we were gonna try again right there, huh? Got you all!) I giggled. "Sure. What movies do you have?"
"I have lots of them. Although...Peter Pan is my favorite."
"Really? It's my favorite, too!"
He giggled. "So, wanna watch Peter Pan?"
I smiled and nodded. "Yeah!"
He giggled again and we soon exited the house and went to the Neverland Theater and got some popcorn and candy. (Me: Unintentional usage of Carousel part!) We walked into the theater room and we soon started watching Peter Pan, occasionally acting as Peter Pan and Wendy and singing along with all the songs. It was all fun, we even had a popcorn fight and fed each other some candy. Well, tossing the candy pieces into each other's mouths. What would anyone expect? We were acting like a couple rowdy and crazy kids...but that's one reason why we love each other and how we got along so well.