Behind the Hoodie

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Chapter 22

Will’s POV

After I hang up the phone, I walk back to Bailey's room.

"Are you leaving?"

"Yeah, but I told my mom that I'm not staying long."


"Well, I'll see you later, Bailey."

"Bye Will. Be careful."

"Will do," I say and head out my car.

I start on my way to my house, but not without thinking of turning around every five minutes. I also couldn't help but think about how she told me to be careful. How could someone be so nice to someone so cruel? It just doesn't make sense to me.

Before I even realize it, I'm sitting in front of my house. I internally groan when I see my mom peek her head out the window with an excited smile on her face.

I walk to my house, abnormally slow. As soon I shut the door, I am engulfed in a hug from my mom.

"Will, thank you-" she starts but I cut her off.

"Mom, I wanna speak. I think that's fair."

"You're right, Will."

"All my life you've had to travel. I was either left with a babysitter or I've had to fend for myself. And now you come home telling me that you are pregnant? What are you gonna do with the kid? Am I going to have to take care of it while you aren't here? How is that fair to me? I've never gotten the chance to act my age and now I'm gonna have to take care of a kid? I'm eighteen mom. I should get the chance to act eighteen."

"I know, Will. That's why we are going to start being at home more often. We want to be there for your prom and your graduation."

"We want to better parents, Will," my dad chimes in.

"And I'm just supposed to believe that after all these years you are just going to change."

"Will, it's not our fault. We have to go to our jobs if you want the money to eat and for new clothes," my mom says.

"Mom, do you really think I care that much about new clothes? I want you guys to be here. I want y'all to be making memories here. If it means that you would be here more often then I would shop and Goodwill."

"Alright, Will. Why don't you go take a shower and get dressed and we'll go out to eat. We can go to that café in town you like," my mom says. I don't say anything else and I just head upstairs.

I get into my room go to my drawer to get a shirt. I stop digging through it when I see the same shirt of mine that Bailey wore when she spent the night. I grab the shirt, get a pair of jeans from the closet, then head to the bathroom.

I take a quick shower then head downstairs. I stop dead in my tracks when I see my mom sitting on the couch, smiling at my dad as he rubs her stomach. I've never seen my parents this happy about something. All my life they have been stressed about their work. I can't remember one birthday party where my parents were there or didn't have to take a phone call. As much as I don't want to trust them, I want to prove myself to Bailey.

I walk down the rest of the steps and sit down on the recliner.

"Are you ready to go," my mom asks.

"Yep, ready when you are."

"Alright, then let's get going. Are you driving yourself or are you riding with us."

"I'll drive myself. I have to call Bailey anyways," I say. I walk to my car and start on my way to the coffee shop.

I pull out my phone and dial Charlotte’s number since I don’t have Bailey’s. She answers on the fifth ring.

“Will, she’s fine. You literally left like an hour ago.”

“I know. How is she though?”

“Like I just said she’s fine. She’s just resting.”

“Can you please just go a check on her.”

“If I do will you leave her alone for the night? She needs the rest.”

“Yes, I will. I promise.”

“Alright,” she says and I hear her start walking.

“Will, she’s sleeping, and I don’t doubt that she won’t sleep through the night.”

“Alright. If she does wake up though, call me, okay?”

“Will do,” she says and hangs up.

I pull into the parking lot of the cafe and then walk in. I stop though when I see the one person I didn’t want to see.

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