chapter 2

He actually took the break up very well. He didn't beg, shout or cry. In fact the next day he called me to say he would leave the house so that me and the baby could remain in our home. It has come to be one of the few decent things he has ever done for us.

 After a few weeks I decided I needed a night out, or two, the same as all new mums and all single ladies do. I needed to feel like me again, the happy, fun girl who would dance the night away with her friends. So I booked mum as a babysitter and rounded up the girls. Dick had insisted on playing the over protective ex boyfriend role and said he would pick me and my mates up at 2am. Result. A free taxi home!

Big mistake!!!! Why did I agree to that? At roughly 1 am, me and my friends stood outside the club, having a cigarette and chatting to some lads, quite innocently I may add. It was then that I heard the unmistakable sound of Dick's car, which had a dodgy exhaust. He roared onto the car park, and once he saw me, flung himself out of the car, punching his fist into his other hand.

"What the hell is going on here? Didn't take you long did it?"

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