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Charlie1:28 a.m., my phone started buzzing with an incoming call, waking me from what was already a restless sleep. I pick it up from my nightstand, but when I see Francesca’s name on the screen, I hit ignore. I go to put my phone back on the nightstand when she tries to call again. Fran may be an annoying bitch, but she's not someone who would insistently call unless there was a reason. I start to worry that something has happened to Gwen, assuming that's the only reason Fran would be bothering me in the early hours of the morning. “What’s happened?” I ask when I answer the phone. I sit upright in my bed and turn on the bedside light. “He answered,” she happily chirps to someone as loud music insults my ears. “What the fuck do you want, Francesca? It's 1:30 in the fucking morning, and you're waking me up,” I yell down the line, pissed off at her audacity. She's the last person I'd want to talk to, especially in the middle of the night. “Stop being grumpy and come get your gir
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My life was a lie and I didn't even know it. I wasn't Nortica Middleton. I wouldn't even have been named Nortica if it hadn't been for Matthew, and I certainly wouldn't have carried his surname. My identity is so woven into being his daughter that I would never have questioned the possibility that he wasn't my father. All it took was the discovery of my blood type, not matching his, for Charlie to figure this out, otherwise, I may never have known. Twenty-three years of just trusting that the man I called Dad, the man who raised me, who drove me to school and helped me with my homework, had all been a lie. I sat there, stunned, as my mother laid it all out to me. How my biological father had dumped her the moment she told him she was pregnant. She hasn't heard from him since that day, he just disappeared, ghosted her. As much as it broke my heart to hear her story, it still made me angry that she had lied to me for so long. Then the pieces started to fall into place, the clues I
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Although my dad was getting stronger every day, he still hadn't regained feeling from the waist down. His face is battered and bruised and he has ringing in his right ear. I hate seeing him like this, all because some stupid idiot decided it was easier to drive drunk than get a taxi. An idiot who died on impact but left my dad facing a possibility that he may never walk again. Benji says it will take a bit of time for the swelling in Dad’s spine to go down. Then they can work out what his recovery plan is. Charlie has been amazing throughout this whole ordeal, telling me to take as much time off as I need and bringing Dad home-cooked meals because the hospital food is disgusting. When he invited Mum and me to his house for dinner on Wednesday evening, I felt it only fair to offer to help. “I never thought I'd see the day where my mum was willingly sitting down to dinner with you,” I remarked to Charlie as I peeled a potato. I thought it would feel weird to be back in his home bu
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CharlieI awoke in a brightly lit room, in a single bed, alone. It takes me a moment to realise I'm in hospital and then the memory of the night before comes flooding back. I'm no longer in the ICU but in a private room. I look down at my arm and see bruising from where the tube that had been put into my vein. My arm feels so sore, like I've been lifting weights and my body has chills. Beside the bed, on a small table, there's a plate of chocolate chip cookies and several apple juice boxes. I remember a nurse explaining to me that the sugar helps to rebuild the blood volume. There's also a jug of water and a big cup so that I stay hydrated. I'd eaten and drunk throughout the night but exhaustion must have won in the end. I lean towards the table, feeling weak and dizzy, as if it's taking all my strength to just grab a cookie. “Charlie, let me get that for you,” Mrs Middleton says as she comes breezing into my room. She's still in the same clothes as she was last night and the dar
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CharlieHours had passed without any update about Nortica’s father—the clock on the wall gruellingly ticking away the family as the seconds ticked by. We’ve watched others come and go throughout the night. Each time the double doors open we all hope to see Benji but he doesn't appear. They say that no news is good news but as time drags on I'm starting to lose faith in there being any good outcome.The chairs are so uncomfortable to sit on so I encouraged Nortica to stretch out and rest her head on my lap. I wish I could do more for her, to take this worry away and make her father better but for now all I can offer is support. I lace my fingers through her blonde hair and give her soft strokes. It's something my mum used to do when Gwen and I were sad as children and I remember how it would soothe me, just knowing that she was there. Every now and then I find Nortica’s mother watching me. She's probably wondering why I'm even here, given that her daughter broke up with me months a
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When I was a kid, my parents took me to a theme park. My favourite ride was the one that spun you so fast that you stuck to the wall as the floor fell out from beneath you. I must have ridden that ride ten times that day and never grew tired of that adrenaline pulsing through my body as I clung to the wall. I feel like I'm back on that ride, clinging to the wall as the bottom drops out but this time I'm afraid of what faces me once the ride ends. “Can you drive me to the hospital?” I ask Charlie and he agrees without asking me why. I hand him my keys and lead the way out of the club. The night air bites at my bare skin and I wrap my arms tightly around myself to keep warm. “Take my hoodie,” He offers, pulling it over his head and holding it out to me. I slip my arms inside the holes and zip it up, the hoodie swamps my body, covering me up. It smells like him, that woodsy scent that I became addicted to when he was mine. The hospital is a twenty-minute drive from the bar. My mind
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