Chapter 3 Better... probably

Two weeks later.

Becka smelt toast bread as she came into the sitting room. She went to the kitchen, savoring the aroma of hot coffee, coming from the coffee machine. " 'Morn, Rita." Becka said, in her usual greeting manner as she approached Rita who was setting the dining table. Rita looked up. "How are you?" she asked, setting some plates. "So, what's cooking up this morning, Rita? Sandwich?" Becka inquired as she helped Rita place the jar of coffee and mugs on the dining table. Rita didn't answer. "Rita? Are you at it one more time?" Becka said in an irritated tone. "I don't understand, Becka." she answered coldly, putting a serving on each plate. "You're very... somewhat gloomy this morning." Becka replied with a wry smile. Rita stared at her, and for the first time in two weeks, she smiled at her. "I've got a few issues in my mind."she finally said. "And what is that?" Becka inquired immediately. "Becka, allow me to eat my breakfast and get off to work." Rita said, as she pulled out one of the dining chairs and sat. Becka wanted to prove further, but Harry came in. "Good morning, Rita." Harry said, as Becka watched Harry give Rita a kiss.

Becka felt jealous as she stood by the sink, watching Harry and Rita discuss. They make me feel I'm out of the whole thing, she thought, brushing strands of her brown hair from her face. Harry had known her before Rita, and Becka couldn't understand why her brother hadn't been paying attention to her these days. Shit! she thought to herself and went to join them on the dining table. "Good morning, Harry."she said. Harry didn't hear her, and that made her feel worse. He was busy chit chatting with his wife about the promotion he had been granted the previous day at his workplace. Silently furious, she ate her food and didn't bother to put in a word. Talking to her brother these days was like trying to fill a basket with water.

After Harry and Rita had left for work, Becka sat on a sofa in the sitting room with her baby, who was wailing. Becka was tired of her. She glared at the baby and smacked her bottom. She cuddled Sandra for sometime and watched as her baby drifted off to sleep. She carried her baby to the room, carefully placed her in the crib, and returned to the sitting room to watch 'The Avenged'. She watched the movie for an hour or two and became tired of it. Too long, she thought, switching off the T.V. She now felt like hanging out with her 'circle'. She dismissed the idea immediately. The girls might not want to have me around them, she thought sadly. Maybe a stroll would be better. What of her baby? Becka was worried again. She wasn't free anymore, since the birth of her baby. She couldn't take Sandra to wherever she was going, and at the same time, couldn't leave her at home. She hated herself for the costly mistake of getting pregnant. Her whole world had changed after that. After thinking about it for sometime, she decided to lock the house and leave her baby at home.

Then, she went strolling in the mild afternoon sun. Dressed in a black top and blue shorts, she expected guys to gaze at her, which was a normal occurrence for her- she was a beautiful girl with blue eyes, slim and fit, and an hourglass figure at that. Becka laughed inwardly as she remembered how guys used to crawl and roll after her. Stupidity, she thought. She wanted to change herself, to turn a new leaf, but she found herself slipping deeper into her bad habits. She had quit smoking, but still found herself addicted to alcohol. Walking down Aver Street, she wondered the kind of future she was building for herself...and Alexandra.