Chapter Thirty Five
As soon as I got into the cafe and ordered myself a coffee, mum said she was on her way. My parents lived about 15 minutes from the station, so it wouldn’t take too long for her to get here. I had more than enough time to sit down and enjoy (most) of my coffee before I had to head through the station and out into the street.
Sure enough, When I came out, I looked around and saw my mum's car across the small car park. I went over and leaned down in the window, smiling. As soon as my mum saw me, she beamed a smile back and gestured for me to get in the car. I put my bag in the back seat and climbed into the passenger side.
She leaned over the car and gave me a big hug and I just took a minute to really enjoy it.
It
Chapter Thirty SixI woke up the next morning, naturally. It felt good to have one morning where an annoying alarm wasn’t splitting though my dreams to wake me. I had gotten off the sofa at some point last night and crawled up the stairs to my old bedroom. I stayed, laying in bed and just looked around the room. Nothing had changed. I had left a bunch of stuff here when I moved out, just things that weren’t important enough to take with me but too important to throw away.Photos of old memories lined the wall, in a teenage-style collage. I smiled, looking at them, although being across the room in bed, I couldn’t make out what half of them were.Groaning, I rolled over in bed and pulled the duvet up to my chin. Snuggling under it, not wanting to get up. I could already fee
Chapter Thirty Seven** A few days later **I was on the train home again. It seemed like only yesterday I was heading to my parents and now I had left them already. I had even stayed a day more than what I originally planned, I just didn’t want to say goodbye, I missed them so much and I definitely wasn’t going to leave it that long before I went and visited them again.I had stayed in contact regularly with James while I was on my little home-break. We spoke a lot more than we did before, infact, we chatted pretty much constantly when he wasn’t at work or busy and I wasn’t busy with my parents.We still had our little coffee date planned for this weekend and honestly... I was really excited. Like...
Chapter Thirty EightAs soon as I started to get ready, the hours seemed to fly by and before I knew it, James was texting me to tell me he was on his way. As soon as he did, I started panicking. What if he wasn’t as cute as I remembered?! What if I wasn’t as cute as HE remembered?!I found myself obsessively checking myself out in the mirror, hoping every time I did that i would look the same… of -fucking- course I’d look the same. I was driving myself crazy. Since we were staying in tonight, I was very confused about what I should wear. I wanted to look nice, but obviously NOT overdressed, I wanted to look cute but not like I was trying too hard.So, I went with some skinny jeans and a nice casual, yet slightly cleavage-revelling, top.
Chapter Thirty Nine** A Few Hours Later **The food had arrived a little while ago and we were already two episodes deep into the tv show. It seemed strange to start on season 5 of a tv show together, but with something like American Horror Story, it didn’t really seem to matter where you started it. Every season was like a completely new show anyway.Either way, I was enjoying myself. We had good entertainment, good food and I certainly had good company. After we had eaten, we got back into the position we had been in all evening, James had his arm draped effortlessly over my shoulder and I was leaning against him, comfortably. My hand on his mid-thigh.I was so comfortable… that was… until my phone started ri
Chapter FortyA few weeks had passed and I was stuck in a rut. I would just mope around, not doing anything of value, then eat dinner, mope around some more, have a bath and go to bed. I wasn’t depressed, that would be dramatic, but I was… lost, I guess you’d say. I just didn’t know what to do to make myself happy anymore.I hadn’t heard from James AT ALL and I don’t know why. Well, that's not true, it was obvious why He used me for sex. Of course, I wanted to sleep with him too, but I thought that, well... To be honest, there was something more there, but I guess not.A quick fuck and then sneak out while I was sleeping, Maybe he did this with other people too, who knows. I actually thought I had made a complete fool of myself. Of course, it was just ab
Chapter Forty OneI really wanted to go home, now more than ever, but of course, that wasn’t an option. Every time I built up the courage to look up, he had his back to me. Good, I didn’t want him staring, But the rejection he had shown towards me so randomly was making me feel like complete and utter shit.Andy brought our drinks over and sat down next to me. I moved away from him slightly and took the drink with me. I didn’t want to be anywhere near him, he had planned this and sure, he clearly didn’t know if James would be here because he didn’t know what had happened, but, he still tricked me to get me here and that was just as bad.‘What is with you tonight?’ He asked, acting like he had no clue what was going on. I just looked at him blankly,
*TRIGGER WARNING FOR SEXUAL ASSAULT*-------------------------------------------------------Chapter Forty TwoPulling up at that large house, Andy turned the car off and got out without so much as a word. I just followed him, thinking the sooner we get in, the sooner I can make an excuse and go to bed, but he clearly had other plans.‘Right, where can I sleep?’ I asked, my voice completely void of any emotion. He pointed upstairs, but I waited for him to actually verbally clarify which room.‘My room’. I just laughed, Like, literally laughed out loud at him. He just stared at me, folding his arms.‘Wait… are you
Note: If you think this book is boring, please stop reading it. No one is forcing you to. I’m sorry it's boring and I’m sorry that you think it's ‘’too slow’’. I assure you, I’m not dragging it out, people need to remember that abuse doesn’t just happen one day. People don’t realise they are being abused until it's too late and then they can’t see a way out. Bear that in mind before commenting; ‘’Not very realistic’’ because the truth is… this book is written, based on true events.I just wanted to make that clear to those who don’t understand what it's like to suffer domestic violence and assault.-------------------------------------------------------------------Chapter Forty Three