that I didn’t want to get pregnant.
Mum stopped to gather her strength before attacking the steps. I would be so glad to be out of here and away from her. I nearly turned my head to ask her where she’d go when we left the island, but didn’t in case she said she was going to live with
him
, whoever he was. But, thinkingabout it, that’s exactly where she should go. He was the one who got her into this state so fair dos for him to look after her till she was better. Huh! That would teach him to be a bit careful who he shagged.
‘You want to go to bed?’ I asked as we stumbled back into the house.
She said something that could have been yes.
‘She can sleep on the sofa,’ Dad said.
The silent one speaks. This whole farce was his idea so let him sleep under the eye of the camera. I was pissed off with the pair of them, but at least Dad could still look out for himself. ‘The bedroom’s along here.’
‘Minna!’ Dad yelled in a sergeant-major voice. ‘Did you hear what I said?’
I yelled back over my shoulder. ‘Yes I did and so did the whole freaking country.’
That shut him up.
The bed wasn’t made but Mum lay down anyway. I tucked a thick duvet around her. The room was cold and she was shivering. I looked at her. Hell. I couldn’t just leave her like that — yeah, she deserved to suffer, but still …
I walked a couple of steps on my way to ask Dad what to do before I worked out that he wouldn’t help me. ‘Mum? What …?’
‘Hottie. In a box.’
It was in the third box I looked in. I filled it from the hot tap in the kitchen. Chatty father ignored me. ‘Thank you, Min,’ whispered my mother.
I’d had enough of Day One, of my family and of Isolation Island. I did my video diary:
Can’t complain that
nothing happens on an island
. I hadn’t bothered with the make-up and my hair was less than sophisticated but Cara might appreciate the understated irony. Lizzie, Addy and Jax would understand and at least I’d avoided showing my real feelings. But I should have taken more trouble. When Seb saw me looking like a refugee he might forget I was one hot chick and dump me. I twisted the ring on my finger. Had he given a ring to Jilly Trant too?
I picked up the koala and held it tight. My mind was made up — when Mum left the island I would go too and I would ask Seb if I could live at his house.
I jumped into bed and lay there shivering. It wasn’t entirely from the cold. What if Seb’s parents said no? What if Seb said no?
No doll, I don’t think that’s such a hot idea.
I snuggled down into the bed. It was comfortable and I wondered who would sleep in it next — would Cara find another family to torture in the name of good television? I fell asleep with images of the island as we’d seen if from the chopper swinging through my head.
Day Two, and I woke up to a weird howling noise. I sat up, not sure for a second where I was. Oh, that’s right. Isolation Island, but not for much longer praise the Lord, and the inventor of the helicopter who I think was Leonardo da Vinci. Well, good old Leo. If Seb and I ever did have a kid we could call him Leonardo da V.
I jumped out of bed. It was cold. I put on my jeans, then I swapped them for trackies, bush shirt and thick disgusting jersey — clothes I would never have to wear after today.
Dad wasn’t in the kitchen but there were blankets airing by the woodburner.
Tell the world how pissed off you are, Father dear. Make it perfectly plain and clear that you didn’t go near your wife last night and don’t intend to ever again.
Not that I blamed him. I just wished he wouldn’t provide Cara with quite so much excellent television.
I fed bread into the toaster. What if I wasn’t his kid either? How much did a DNA test cost? When I had kids — excuse me, make that
if
, and a big fat if at that — I’d make sure they knew who their father was. My ring clanged against the toaster. Seb and I would be responsible and careful. We
Mum stopped to gather her strength before attacking the steps. I would be so glad to be out of here and away from her. I nearly turned my head to ask her where she’d go when we left the island, but didn’t in case she said she was going to live with
him
, whoever he was. But, thinkingabout it, that’s exactly where she should go. He was the one who got her into this state so fair dos for him to look after her till she was better. Huh! That would teach him to be a bit careful who he shagged.
‘You want to go to bed?’ I asked as we stumbled back into the house.
She said something that could have been yes.
‘She can sleep on the sofa,’ Dad said.
The silent one speaks. This whole farce was his idea so let him sleep under the eye of the camera. I was pissed off with the pair of them, but at least Dad could still look out for himself. ‘The bedroom’s along here.’
‘Minna!’ Dad yelled in a sergeant-major voice. ‘Did you hear what I said?’
I yelled back over my shoulder. ‘Yes I did and so did the whole freaking country.’
That shut him up.
The bed wasn’t made but Mum lay down anyway. I tucked a thick duvet around her. The room was cold and she was shivering. I looked at her. Hell. I couldn’t just leave her like that — yeah, she deserved to suffer, but still …
I walked a couple of steps on my way to ask Dad what to do before I worked out that he wouldn’t help me. ‘Mum? What …?’
‘Hottie. In a box.’
It was in the third box I looked in. I filled it from the hot tap in the kitchen. Chatty father ignored me. ‘Thank you, Min,’ whispered my mother.
I’d had enough of Day One, of my family and of Isolation Island. I did my video diary:
Can’t complain that
nothing happens on an island
. I hadn’t bothered with the make-up and my hair was less than sophisticated but Cara might appreciate the understated irony. Lizzie, Addy and Jax would understand and at least I’d avoided showing my real feelings. But I should have taken more trouble. When Seb saw me looking like a refugee he might forget I was one hot chick and dump me. I twisted the ring on my finger. Had he given a ring to Jilly Trant too?
I picked up the koala and held it tight. My mind was made up — when Mum left the island I would go too and I would ask Seb if I could live at his house.
I jumped into bed and lay there shivering. It wasn’t entirely from the cold. What if Seb’s parents said no? What if Seb said no?
No doll, I don’t think that’s such a hot idea.
I snuggled down into the bed. It was comfortable and I wondered who would sleep in it next — would Cara find another family to torture in the name of good television? I fell asleep with images of the island as we’d seen if from the chopper swinging through my head.
Day Two, and I woke up to a weird howling noise. I sat up, not sure for a second where I was. Oh, that’s right. Isolation Island, but not for much longer praise the Lord, and the inventor of the helicopter who I think was Leonardo da Vinci. Well, good old Leo. If Seb and I ever did have a kid we could call him Leonardo da V.
I jumped out of bed. It was cold. I put on my jeans, then I swapped them for trackies, bush shirt and thick disgusting jersey — clothes I would never have to wear after today.
Dad wasn’t in the kitchen but there were blankets airing by the woodburner.
Tell the world how pissed off you are, Father dear. Make it perfectly plain and clear that you didn’t go near your wife last night and don’t intend to ever again.
Not that I blamed him. I just wished he wouldn’t provide Cara with quite so much excellent television.
I fed bread into the toaster. What if I wasn’t his kid either? How much did a DNA test cost? When I had kids — excuse me, make that
if
, and a big fat if at that — I’d make sure they knew who their father was. My ring clanged against the toaster. Seb and I would be responsible and careful. We
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