chapter 1

"Shoot" I exclaimed as I got down from the car. 

I was 5 minutes behind the school's close time. Harry wouldn't forgive me if I was late, he'd scold me till we got home. I was his Mum, but sometimes, you couldn't tell who was. I got in front of his school right in time to see him walk out the door.

My handsome prince. although we didn't look it, he was mixed, so was I. He looked so much like me that anyone who saw us both automatically knew I was his mother.

"Mu-mmy" He said walking towards me. No, he did not scream and jump at me, Harry acted all too cool for that. I guess that's how you become when you have a mum like me.

"My prince"

"My queen" He replied smiling.

"How was today"

"The usual" He shrugged "Same boring classes, same ugly teachers, same loud bells every 20 minutes, pshh..." he sighed

"Do you teachers know you call them ugly?" I asked folding my arms

"Of course they don't. But I don't mind telling them one day" He grinned and ran ahead of me. I shook my head. He knew I could dash him knock on his head for saying that.

I can't blame him though, I would do the same thing if I were in his shoes.

***

I walked into the house dragging my heavy bag along with me. I was exhausted. I had been to five companies that morning before heading to the last company that harvested all my frustrations.

As I got to the sitting room, I saw my Mom carrying a wide hollow plate. Wild steam erupted from the plate, and the sight of it made my stomach rumble. I was famished.

"So you ain't even going to say hello. You're all focused on the food in my hands" My mother said walking past me.

I raised my eyebrow realizing I was lost in thought with the food.

"Ah, Mama"

She dropped the plate on the table and walked up to me. She was many inches shorter than me, and although I wouldn't like to say my mother is short, I just have to admit it. Mother was short.

"How are you"

"I'm fine. Always fine" She gave me an acknowledging smile and continued her journey to the kitchen

"How did it go" She said from the kitchen

"Oh, you don't even want to hear about it" I said slumping on to the couch.

Of course I couldn't tell Mum all what I did there, she would blow her top and send me out of the house for two days. I couldn't bear sleeping in the garage for that long.

"You'll be fine darling. It ain't gon' take so long any-y-y-y-mo-re..." she began singing. And yes, it was one of the old 90's song. She had a good memory for lyrics.

She was now strolling back to the dining room with a jug in her hands. I walked up to her to see if I could help her with anything. She shook her head telling me not to worry.

"Your sister..."

My sister? She gave me a sad look that I automatically understood.

"She's been crying for so long. Talk to her, I can't get her to eat anything, and your father's not helping matters at all"

Mother was talking about Jolie. Jolie was my younger sister who was three years younger than me. After Harry, the next person I could die for was my sister. I don't know if sisters out there were like me an my sister, but I and my sister had a really strong bond. She was adventurous I have to confess, and a little rebellious too, but I still had every reason to love her.

At this point in time, I was trying to do my best in every way to make her happy. The past one month's been hard for her. Her boyfriend- no, ex-boyfriend of 6 years ran away after hearing that Jolie was months pregnant for him.

Well he didn't run away at first, but maybe after he saw her tummy growing bigger and bigger, he suddenly realized he couldn't be a father, and as the coward I always told my sister that he was, he denied it and ran off. I don't get it, why go experimenting with you Winnie-winnie parts if you know you don't want a child?

You don't have sex if you can't face the consequences. Well, I'm not trying to lecture you reader, I'm just stating the crystal clear truth. Me? God forbid I get into such a situation. I would get a man if I wasn't ready for one, I loved my single life and I was living it to the fullest.

Now, Jolie was six months pregnant with the father of her child out there anywhere he was in the world. I swear, if I saw him anywhere, I would run him over with a car without thinking twice.

Placing my bag on my bed, I walked towards Jolie's room. I knocked twice and waited to hear her voice

"It's me, Jolie"

I could hear her stand from her bed and walk towards the door. She opened the door, told me to come in and locked the door behind her. Seeing my sister with red eyes, the first thing I could do was give her a warm lasting hug.

"You've been crying again" I said helping her to the bed.

She looked at me hopefully, like she had something to tell me.

"Did something happen?" I asked searching her eyes

She nodded "He called"

"Who? Jackson?"

She looked at her fingers and toyed with them. I took in a deep breath.

"What did he say?" Yes, my voice was beginning to get a volume

She sniffed. The catarrh in her nose would not allow her talk. I took out my handkerchief, placed it on her nose and told her to blow into it

"Fffffffffffff!" she blew out her nose

"There, good girl"

She looked back at her finger and continued

"I was happy when I saw his call. Gwen, I thought he was coming back"

"But?"

"He called to tell me how happy he was he left"

What the-

"What?"

"He said that I had framed him and the child wasn't his....arrr.... he said he hated me, and ... regretted everything we had...He said he was traveling and leaving me here..." Jolie was now crying on top of her voice.

I was boiling. What? Jackson had to guts to call and say that. We let him go free without any trouble and now he decided to add to my sister's pain. I thought it was high time paid for all his sins.

"Come here" I gave her another hug, rubbing her back.

I had to do something. I really had to. Something told me he was still in Greenland, I would track him down and show him hell. Leaving her, I picked up her phone and tried to go through her last calls.

"Gwen, promise me you won't do anything" Jolie called out.

Her eyes were really pale. Looking at her, I felt like crying. But she knew me too well. Of course I was going to do something. I shrugged and was almost dialing his number when I suddenly looked at Jolie. I dropped the phone on the dressing table, and smiled at her. I would deal with him later on.

After bringing food to Jolie and making sure she ate every bit of it, I sighed and got ready for business.

Jackson was dead meat.