Finding My Perfect Fairytale

“Well aren’t you a pretty lady?” the voice said. I couldn’t see the face in the pitch black but I knew what was happening.

“Mandi?” Mom asked.

“What?”

“Do you want bacon?” Mom asked, pushing her brownish-blond hair over her shoulder as my eyes moved

over her slender frame. She is in excellent shape, and I can only hope to have a figure like that when I reach her age and have had three kids.

“Yes, please,” I replied from my seat at the kitchen table.

Her brown eyes met mine, “You better hurry up if we’re going to head out to go shopping.”

 “Mom, I have plans with Nick and his friends, remember?”

 “Oh okay. Tell me what you want and I’ll get it for you. Oh, and Mandi, remember that you have to do the

dishes tonight and vacuum the house,” she said reminding me of my usual chores.

“I won’t forget about my chores and there’s no need for you to go shopping I think I am going out with Nina

and Carissa later this week, but we could have a girls night out one night, just the two of us.”

Nina and Carissa were my two best friends. We have been friends ever since we were little, and our families

were extremely close. Once my father us, our families grew apart, but the three of us stayed close.

I heard footsteps coming down the halls and looked up to see my older sister wearing her usual all black

skimpy outfit.

 “Mom! I need money!” Briana whined in her normal, rude manner. She was extremely close to our father so when he left she blamed my mom and started being even more annoying and rude than usual.  

“Okay sweetie.”

“Don’t call me sweetie!” she said, looking up just to get the money then quickly averting her blue eyes away from my mom.

I watched her storm out from the room and rolled my eyes. I don't know how my mother ever puts up with her. Bri and I aren't the best of friends.  I love her and all, but there are days I can't put up with her rudeness and impatience. We are complete opposites, our only resemblance being the sandy colour of our hair.

The basement door opened, revealing my oldest sister all sweaty from her workout. She is always complaining that she needed more time to work out. Even though she works out for like two hours every day, which is why probably why she's a double zero with a belt fully tightened.

 “Mom? I'm going out with Jake tonight.” Heather said.

It wasn’t unusual for Heather to go out with Jake, her boyfriend. She was twenty-two now and has given me

advice about boys, since we are really close. She is hoping he proposes one of these days, since she considers him to be her soul mate.

“Okay, have fun!” Mom said, pushed the plate of bacon towards me. I took three pieces.

“Oh, girls I'm gonna have to work tonight. I might not be home until later.” Mom added.

I nodded as I grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl on the counter.

My mom, Sherri, is the owner of Laugh’s, a big indoor facility where kids can be kids. It does very well which is

great considering it is the job she uses to provide for our family. She misses my dad a ton even though she

tries to hide it. I am not as easily fooled as the rest of my family. Briana doesn’t even care that my mom is in

pain, she just keeps adding to my poor mothers stress.

Suddenly my phone buzzed. I looked down and saw a text from Nick.

‘Hey, John and my mom are going out tomorrow so if you want you can just come over here then. Love you,

Nick.’

Nick is my boyfriend. He is like a best friend to me and he helps me through the good and bad times.

‘Ok, sounds good. Love you too,’  I texted him back as I walked up to my room, I heard the television blaring

from the wall; where it hung. Beside it sat all my posters and pictures of my friends. I sat down on my fuzzy

blue comforter and turned on my computer. Once my laptop was booted up my screensaver of my whole

family in front of our house appeared on the screen, it had been the first Christmas card without my father

present in it. Out house is an old stone-covered house and has lots of land in the back and front.

As I logged onto Facebook, Marbles and Lucky, my two golden retrievers puppies, came into my room and

jumped onto my bed.

“Mandi, dear. Your father sent each of you girls a check. Do you want me to cash yours?” my mom asked, as

she walked by my room carrying a laundry basket, doing Bri’s chore for her. Ever since the divorce she has

been afraid to yell at us, in fear of losing us, so she does our chores if we forget to do them. I always try to do

my chores because I know how hard taking care of three daughters and working can be on

my mom.

“Yes please. I'm going out later with everyone, want me to take it? I can cash it on the way. Nick is picking me

up and I'm sure he wouldn’t mind, that way you don’t have to worry about it on the way to work,” Thankfully

Nick has been very supportive of everything. There have been many, many time where I have had to cancel the date because my mom wasn’t feeling good and someone at Laugh’s couldn’t get to work their shift so I had to go in.

    “That would be great, thanks. Oh, and I'm gonna work a little late tonight and Heather is out with Jake and God only knows what and where Bri is going so if you wanna invite Nick or someone over after the mall that would be fine,” she said heading downstairs to do Bri’s laundry.

I was on Facebook for all of five minutes before I was bored. The same couples that are always on-and-off-again were on or off and the same drama-causing girls were posting about their drama filled lives. I shut my laptop and reached around for my remote, and after a few seconds of searching I turned on the TV to the NHL network and was listening to them talk about illegal hits to the head while working on my math homework. I was relatively good at school, I kept up a 3.8 G.P.A and I had been recently accepted into my dream college, University of California San Diego only a few miles from the school I currently go to San Diego Prep, a private school near San Diego Zoo.

My father had owned a local restaurant and was extremely famous for his cooking. Eight months ago he got an offer to put his cooking on a TV show. The only catch was that he would have to move to Los Angeles, we all would have been more than willing to move with him, in fact that was the plan, until one day he just left without telling us. None of us wanted to chase after him so we just stayed here. Every month he sends us checks and a month after he left he sent us the checks as well as sending my mom a letter requesting a divorce, blindsiding us all.

When I saw the clock face read three forty, and Nick wasn’t picking me up until four fifteen, I decided to take a little nap.

It was the same nightmare I always had. The man was the same and I couldn’t do anything to stop it. I kept

screaming but it wasn’t doing anything.

I awoke to find Nick sitting beside my bed.

 “What are you doing here?” I said, brushing my side bangs out of my eyes.

“I came to pick you up and your mom let me in. You were sleeping and I didn’t want to wake you up so I

waited.”

“Ohmygod, I'm so sorry. I should’ve set my alarm, we are gonna be late,” I said putting my shoes on and

heading towards the door.

“No need to rush, we still have a little bit of time I texted them and told them we would be a little late,” he said

putting his hands in his worn out blue jean pockets

That was one of the things I loved about Nick. He didn’t care if things didn’t go as perfectly as they were

supposed to; he just went along with it.

“I love you,” I said, really meaning it. We had been having a little rough patch lately but that didn’t mean that I

didn’t think he was perfect. Yeah, maybe he is a little to engrossed in football season sometimes or didn’t

take things seriously sometimes but I still loved him. I loved how his brown hair fell perfectly on his head and

how his blue eyes sparkle whenever he first sees me.

“I love you too,”

Walking down the stairs I yelled goodbye to my mom and walked outside and got into Nicks beat up blue pickup truck. He had saved up for two years to be able to get the truck since his parents couldn’t afford it. When he was ten his father died and left Nick and his mom alone, his mom remarried when he was fourteen to a guy named John. When his father died his family lost a lot of money since his father was the main money-maker in the family

We arrived at the dinner place just in time. We met up with everyone and went to our table.

“Why were you guys so late? Nick didn’t really give us the details,” Austin asked, sliding into the booth beside Stephanie, his girlfriend of ten months.

“Sorry, I fell asleep and Nick had to wait for me,”

“Oh, is that all that went on?” The sarcasm obvious in Matt’s voice as he moved over a little so Megan, his girlfriend could sit down. Matt, Nick, and Austin were all best friends so that forced Steph, Megan, and I to hang out more than we regularly would. Honestly, I don’t like any of them. His friends are nice but are complete douche bags when they are around their girlfriends and the girls are complete sluts.

“Yes,” I said, looking over to the oblivious Nick. We were the only two in this group that hadn’t lost our virginity yet. Matt and Megan have been dating for a year and a half now but had been ‘friends with benefits’ for a few months prior to that. Megan would always go to Steph’s house and have Steph get her blond hair perfect for their dates with his bed. Austin and Steph at least waited until they were officially a couple. Three months into their relationship they lost theirs to each other.

“Honestly, just join the club already,” Matt said to Nick as he flipped his brown hair out of his brown eyes.

To that Nick chimed in, “Dude, drop it.”

“Mandi, didn’t you think that Mr. Obrien’s test was super hard?” Megan asked her stupidity obvious.

“Um, actually no, I thought it was really easy, but that may just have been me,” I said, trying really hard to be

nice.

“Mandi, is really smart, tell them what you got on your state scores babe,” Nick said, unaware to the fact that

being a nerd made me just an easier target to his friends. When we had started dating twenty-two months

ago his friends weren’t as rude and ignorant as they are now. Now they are just unbearable and I hate going

out with them, but I know if I'm not there then I will just be making myself an easier target.

“Oh, those, I got a one thousand,” I said, nonchalantly hoping they wouldn’t know how good of a score that is.

“Oh, nerd” Austin mumbled under his breath. Austin always had an annoying comment to everything I did or

said which hurt, but what hurt even more was that Nick didn’t really care.

Finally the waitress came and I ordered my salad with a diet coke. After three long, torturous hours of the boys

talking about the new NHL rules with me occasionally chiming in, and the girls complaining about other sluts which I found really funny since they are bigger sluts than the poor girls they are talking about, the guys paid for their girlfriends and we got to leave the restaurant. Nick and I said goodbye to his friends and their girlfriends and hopped in his car.

He drove a little bit and then pulled off onto a ditch, where no one would see us and we started making out. At first it was like our normal make out sessions but then he started getting more touchy-feely, feeling my breasts and butt as his tongue was fully absorbed in my mouth. His hands went from my butt and breasts to taking off my shirt and unbuttoning my jeans.

“Nick,” I said, backing away from him.

“C’mon, everyone else has,” he said, sounding like one of those cliché movie jerks as he continued to feel up my breasts and take off my jeans with his other hand.

            “Nick! Stop! Now!” I screamed.

            The man kept touching me no matter how loud I screamed. No one could hear me, no one could help me. I was trapped and there was nothing I could do.

“Fine,” he said looking away as I put on my pants and shirt.

He turned on the car and pulled out of the ditch.

I turned on the radio to my favorite country station.

“Hows Laughs doing?” he asked trying to break the silence.

“Good, I guess.”

“You’re mom must be glad that you are willing to help out.”

“Yeah, especially with Bri, who isn’t willing to help out one bit. My poor mother, I feel bad that she has to put

up with her. So most of my summer will be spent working since we need more employees,” I said trying to

hide the fact that I was extremely upset with Bri for not being willing to help out. Heather has to work and go to

college and be with Jake while Bri has nothing. All she ever does is stay at home or go out yet she isn’t

willing to work at all.

“Well I would be willing to help you if you needed help,” he said, the sympathy obvious in his voice.

“Yeah, well you always say that you will help or you will stop by and visit and you never do because of football

or whatever so, I don’t wanna be counting on you,” I retorted as Nick pulled over into a vacated lot and put the

car in park.

“Nick, what are you doing? Don’t stop the car again, please.”

“What were you talking about before? Lately all you do is complain about what I do and do not do, can’t you just be happy. Honestly, is it that hard? You drive me crazy too sometimes but I don’t flip out about it. Why? Because I love you and I know that I love the things you do more than I hate the few things you do. I know you’re stressed and all but please don’t take it out on me,” he said, making sure his blue eyes made direct contact with my brown eyes. I could feel the tears building up.

“I’m sorry. I do love you, I really do. It’s just with everything going on, and we haven’t exactly had time to just hang out the two of us, I don’t know what to do. I fell in love with a guy that always made time for just the two of us and now I don’t know what to think. The only time we ever get to hang out is with your friends and you know I don’t get along with them or their girlfriends. Us going to your place tomorrow will be the first time we have hung out one on one in like forever. You don’t get that I'm not ready for sex or that when your friends make fun of me it hurts, and it’s even worse that you don’t stand up for me. I always have to hang out with your friends but you never have to hang out with mine, whenever I say we should hang out with them you just cancel on me with some stupid excuse. You used to always be there for me. I used to believe we were meant for each other, but now? Now I don’t know what to think or believe.” I said as a tear fell from my brown eyes and onto my bright pink v-neck.

“I didn’t know you felt that way,” he said wiping another fallen tear off from my cheek.

“Of course you don’t, you never ask about anything. All you ever talk about is your friends and their girlfriends

and when we do hang out one-on-one you just talk about how we should have sex,” I said still crying. My mind kept flashing back two months ago. “Stop!” I had screamed for what felt like the millionth time. I had never thought this would happen to me. I couldn’t see his face but I didn’t need to, I knew what was going on. I had read about this countless times.  

“I’m sorry, I promise I’ll stop pressuring you, because I love you and if you aren’t ready I don’t wanna pressure you to. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me and I don’t wanna lose you. I'm sorry about my friends, I promise I’ll make more of an effort with your friends and stop forcing us to hang out with my friends, I know you hate their girlfriends and I do too. They are sluts but those are my best friends so I have to put up with them. Why don’t you call Nina and Carissa and invite them to my house one night with their boyfriends.

Are they still dating Luke and Zach?”

“Yeah they are still dating them. I’ll call them tomorrow and see what day works, if you ever get off the side of

the road and drive,” I leaned over and gave him one kiss for the road. Our relationship consisted on many fights, yes he did stuff to aggravate me, but that didn’t mean at the end of the day I didn’t love him. We had always gotten through every fight and recovered.

“If the captain says so,” Nick said pulling out onto the road. Each and every time he pulled out onto the road my mind flashed back to a year and a half ago. Nick had just gotten his license and was coming to pick me up for a date, but h never showed up. I kept calling his cell but there was no answer, so I called his mom. She informed me that he had been hit by a pick-up truck when pulling out from his driveway, he was in a coma with a broken leg and fractured arm. He woke up from the coma hours later to find his mother and me by his side. That was when I knew I loved him, when the fact that he may not wake up made me want to die on the inside and question if I should still be here after he left. Not a day went by where I didn’t wonder to myself what would have happened if he had never woken up or had awoken with severe brain damage. I thank the Lord every day for the fact that he is alive.

We pulled into my vacated driveway within a few minutes.

“Home sweet home,” Nick joked getting out of the car and walking over to the passenger side to open my

door. He reached his big hand out towards me and entwined our two hands. Even after almost two years I wasn’t used to the butterfly feeling I got when he did that and I hoped it never went away.

“Thanks for the ride,” I said standing on my tippy toes to kiss him goodbye.

“No problem, my place tomorrow right?”

“What time?” I asked, pulling my hand away from his to reach into my pocket and search for the keys to my

house.

“Noon?”

“Sounds good, I love you. Drive safe,” I walked up to the front door and unlocked it. Entering my house I

instantly smelled the aroma of pizza.

“Heather?” I yelled.

“What?” a voice yelled from the basement.

“Oh, nothing just letting you know I'm home,”

As soon as the dogs heard my voice I was trampled by them.

“Why hello there pup,” I said as Marbles greeted me. I went upstairs and called Nina.

“Nina?” I said once I heard the ringing stop.

“Mandi? What’s wrong?” her voice answered.

“Hey, can you come over? I need someone to talk to,” I begged. I had tried to keep my cool with Nick so he

didn’t think anything was wrong but I couldn’t hide it from my best friend.

“I’ll be over in a few,” she said hanging up.

Within a few minutes the doorbell rang and the dogs started barking.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” she asked when I opened the door.

“Nick,” I said breaking down. The tears started falling from my eyes.

“Did you two break up” she asked concerned.

“No,”

“Did you tell him about,” she said, not finishing.

“No, I am just waiting to tell him you know?”

“Mandi, I know you want it to be perfect, you always want perfection, but you can’t keep this from him, you need

to tell him you’re pregnant.”

“Its not a good time though, I can’t ruin him now.”

“You have to tell him. You can’t keep this from him.”

“I know, and hate doing this to him because I do love him it’s just, its been a rough patch between us lately,

and I don’t want to add more tension.”

“You have to tell him, Mandi.”

“I’ll call him and ask if I can go over there to tell him. There’s pizza downstairs, want any?”

“I actually have to go, Zach and I are going to the park. Sorry I couldn’t stay longer,” she said apologetic.

“Its fine, thanks for coming.”

Once she left, I picked up my phone and saw three missed calls from Nick, he never called and left more than two missed calls. Did he know?

“Mandi?” he answered.

“You called?”

“Can you come over, I need to talk to you, in person, please,” his voice was filled with worry and concern. 

“Are you okay?”

“Can you please just come over, now.”

“I’ll be there in a few minutes,” I hung up, grabbed the keys to my car and headed over to his place. I had to

tell him, he deserved to know.

Pulling into his driveway, my heart started beating faster and faster. What if he knew? This could ruin him.

“Hey,” he said opening the door before I even had a chance to knock.

“I need to tell you something,” I said, shaking.

“Okay, you first,” he said leading me into his family room. I could tell no one home, it was just the two of us. I

sat on the couch and prepared myself for what I was about to say.

“Mandi, are you okay?” he asked, concerned. He must have noticed I was shaking.

“I’m pregnant.”

“What?” he asked as if he hadn’t heard me.

“I’m pregnant.”

“But we have never had sex, you can’t be.”

            I was thinking of what to say when he cut me off, “You are pregnant with someone else’s baby? Who’s

is it?”

            “I don’t know.”

            “How don’t you know?” he said, scooting away from me. I could see the hurt in his eyes.

            “I was raped,” I said as the tears started falling from my eyes. That was the first time I had ever said it

out loud. When I had taken the pregnancy test with Nina and Carissa I just told them it was Nick’s baby.

“What are you saying?” he said trying hard not to believe anything I had just said.

“I was raped, two months ago. I took a test after school one day at Nina’s house. Nick, I'm pregnant,” the tears

kept falling. I couldn’t stop them. I pulled my knees towards my stomach and held them close to me.

“Nina knows?”

“She thinks it’s yours. Nick I'm so sorry. I was putting off telling you because I knew it would hurt you. I didn’t

want to hurt you, I love you.”

“You shouldn’t have worried about hurting me, come here,” he said pulling me close. I always felt safe in his

arms.

He opened his mouth to speak, “Did you tell your mom?”

“No, no one knows and the ones that do think it’s your kid.