the list.
Poor Angela, by the time she gave birth her 15 th birthday would still be a month away. How the hell would she cope? Would her parents support her financially? Surely her Mum would help. What was Angela going to do about our relationship? Sex at every opportunity was great but what when she had a baby to cope with? She was far too young to manage and we had both been foolish. However, we both craved for it so what was really wrong … except the consequences.
Her parents must have been distraught as she must surely have been the apple of their eyes. Peter, although a nice chap, was a bit of a drip and their elder daughter had been driven away by their strict discipline. Perhaps they had given Angela a little too much rein. They must have felt cheated but surely it was their place to stick by their daughter, whatever the situation.
How would my family feel I wondered? My Grandad would definitely forgive but probably blame himself for being my scapegoat. Whenever Mum and Dad had tried to be a bit strict he would always side with me. Dad would go berserk and tell me to sort it out for myself and dear old Mum would almost be so happy to be a Grandmother she would hope the second one wasn’t too long following.
As for Daisy, I could imagine her being just like a young Mum as she was now at an age to show a sense of responsibility. I could imagine her helping as much as possible and feeling very willing and proud. Whatever happened my family would stand rock solid behind me.
Despite all of these thoughts I still wasn’t facing reality. I was far too young to be a parent and I would soon have to make a decision whether to be a full time footballer and move away. Rather cowardly that seemed the best option at this moment but I had never liked people who were scared of facing the music. In my book if you made a mistake you paid for it.
Meeting Jill was also slightly daunting as I had no clue as to what she might be like. I wondered if she would be angry, sad, or supportive. I really hadn’t a clue but she sounded really nice. Nevertheless seeing her for the first time was going to be fairly traumatic as the only adults I had ever had proper in-depth conversations with were the lass from Woollies and Miss Page. Sue Page had been great through everything but I wondered about her as well. Why was she still single? Why didn’t she have children? She was a bit of a looker, surely many men would have fancied her. I know many of the lads at school did.
Besides my concerns for Angela, above all others, I felt especially sorry for Mum and Dad, who had been unable to have children of their own. Fortunately for me they didn’t know but it was of little consolation to me at that time. Another small plus was that whatever happened baby McFirley/Simms would not end up at St Jude’s, or anywhere similar. I would not let that happen.
C HAPTER 22
Meet My Sister
Georgina had bumped into Jill a time or two and said she was really nice and I would definitely like her. I was very apprehensive about the whole meeting thing. Being pleasant to your younger sister’s boyfriend was a whole lot different to meeting the father of her child. The fact Angela and I were so young did not make me feel very confident that Jill would not shower me with the abuse I so richly deserved. But at least it wasn’t her Dad! Thank God he didn’t know, he would surely have given me a real good hiding, one which I would have thoroughly deserved. He may have had faults but surely any father in his position would want to take revenge on the culprit who had put his daughter in the family way. If he ever found out I could accept a slapping for the right reasons, like making Angela pregnant but I also suspected that parents often took revenge more for their own embarrassment. Surely they should support their daughter through thick and thin.
Immediately after school on Wednesday I rushed down to St Jude’s, passing the pub with a huge feeling of guilt and
Poor Angela, by the time she gave birth her 15 th birthday would still be a month away. How the hell would she cope? Would her parents support her financially? Surely her Mum would help. What was Angela going to do about our relationship? Sex at every opportunity was great but what when she had a baby to cope with? She was far too young to manage and we had both been foolish. However, we both craved for it so what was really wrong … except the consequences.
Her parents must have been distraught as she must surely have been the apple of their eyes. Peter, although a nice chap, was a bit of a drip and their elder daughter had been driven away by their strict discipline. Perhaps they had given Angela a little too much rein. They must have felt cheated but surely it was their place to stick by their daughter, whatever the situation.
How would my family feel I wondered? My Grandad would definitely forgive but probably blame himself for being my scapegoat. Whenever Mum and Dad had tried to be a bit strict he would always side with me. Dad would go berserk and tell me to sort it out for myself and dear old Mum would almost be so happy to be a Grandmother she would hope the second one wasn’t too long following.
As for Daisy, I could imagine her being just like a young Mum as she was now at an age to show a sense of responsibility. I could imagine her helping as much as possible and feeling very willing and proud. Whatever happened my family would stand rock solid behind me.
Despite all of these thoughts I still wasn’t facing reality. I was far too young to be a parent and I would soon have to make a decision whether to be a full time footballer and move away. Rather cowardly that seemed the best option at this moment but I had never liked people who were scared of facing the music. In my book if you made a mistake you paid for it.
Meeting Jill was also slightly daunting as I had no clue as to what she might be like. I wondered if she would be angry, sad, or supportive. I really hadn’t a clue but she sounded really nice. Nevertheless seeing her for the first time was going to be fairly traumatic as the only adults I had ever had proper in-depth conversations with were the lass from Woollies and Miss Page. Sue Page had been great through everything but I wondered about her as well. Why was she still single? Why didn’t she have children? She was a bit of a looker, surely many men would have fancied her. I know many of the lads at school did.
Besides my concerns for Angela, above all others, I felt especially sorry for Mum and Dad, who had been unable to have children of their own. Fortunately for me they didn’t know but it was of little consolation to me at that time. Another small plus was that whatever happened baby McFirley/Simms would not end up at St Jude’s, or anywhere similar. I would not let that happen.
C HAPTER 22
Meet My Sister
Georgina had bumped into Jill a time or two and said she was really nice and I would definitely like her. I was very apprehensive about the whole meeting thing. Being pleasant to your younger sister’s boyfriend was a whole lot different to meeting the father of her child. The fact Angela and I were so young did not make me feel very confident that Jill would not shower me with the abuse I so richly deserved. But at least it wasn’t her Dad! Thank God he didn’t know, he would surely have given me a real good hiding, one which I would have thoroughly deserved. He may have had faults but surely any father in his position would want to take revenge on the culprit who had put his daughter in the family way. If he ever found out I could accept a slapping for the right reasons, like making Angela pregnant but I also suspected that parents often took revenge more for their own embarrassment. Surely they should support their daughter through thick and thin.
Immediately after school on Wednesday I rushed down to St Jude’s, passing the pub with a huge feeling of guilt and
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