Letters to Marie

Chapter 4- Letter more three and four *Christmas Special part 2*

12/24/12 and 12/25/12

Maries P.O.V.

I rub my eyes and continue to read the letter...

   Christmas Eve, today is Christmas Eve. That's not a clue to who I am other than I do celebrate Christmas! I snuck a gift card in here to topshop but that's only the beginning of your gift after all its only Christmas Eve! Today I have a day off considering its Christmas Eve; I've flown me mum and some more of my family here. I would ask you what you’re doing but this is a letter. 

A giggle escapes my pink lips before I plant my eyes back on the letter. 

I hope you have a great Christmas Eve and I'll write you tomorrow! xoxo

                                  Sincerely,

                                            Your still very secret admirer xoxo again (:

I smile at this letter, it's weird I thought I'd still be weirded out by these letters when I got the first one but it makes me feel loved. Well I am loved by the family I do have of course but I haven't had a boyfriend in over a year or two. I place this letter carefully back in the envelope and into the box where the others reside. 

My brain begins to wander to thoughts all over the place when my phone rings from my bedroom, sending me back to reality. I run to my room and flop on my bed bouncing my phone up. I scoop it up in my hand and click the green answer button.

"Hello?" I say not even looking at the caller ID.

"Hi Marie it's dad, I'm sorry to tell you but I can't make it to Christmas at your flat I have a business trip but I'm still flying in Rose, Andrew and Lacey (A/N: These are her siblings Rose is 3, Mason 11 and Lacey 14) along with all there presents from me and I got some from you as well, a driver will be dropping them off at your house around 11pm tonight make sure Mason and Rose are asleep."

 "Alright. Am I still supposed to pick them up from the airport at 3?" I ask him with disappointment in my voice.

"Yes, alright I have to go love you hunny." He tells me

"Love you too dad merry Christmas." I say back and then the line goes dead. 

I almost forgot they were staying here, I rushed into my bathroom and hopped into the shower and begin to sing. 

Don’t try to make me stay, or ask if I'm okay. I don't have the answer . Don't make me stay the night, or ask if I'm alright. I don't have the answer.  I begin to sing a song I heard on the radio the other day; no I'm no secret professional singer who’s self-conscious of her voice. I just like singing I don't sound terrible but defiantly not good enough to go anywhere with it.

Heartache doesn't last forever; I'll say I'm fine. Midnight ain't no time for laughing, when you say goodbye.  I continue singing the song rinsing my hair free of shampoo and my body free of body wash. I run conditioner through my silky blonde hair then tie it up in a bun o the conditioner can soak in. While I'm waiting I shave like usual being extra careful not to hurt my knee. 

Once the conditioners sat for about 5 minutes I rinse it all out and reach down to the wet knobs and turn them off. I ring the water out of all of my hair and grab a towel off of a hook near me. I flip my hair over and wrap it up with the towel. I reach out for another towel and dry my body with it; I drop the towel for my body on the floor and exit my bathroom cold air rushing over my bare body.

I walk into my closet and fidget around for a matching pair of my panties and bra. The black and pink set from Victoria's Secret feels soft and silky on my freshly washed skin, I take my new Christmas jumper and pull it over the towel rested on my head knocking it loose. I pull it off my head and toss it into my hamper. I grab a pair of black leggings that were neatly hung along with about eight other pairs of plain ones like it.