✔️Soundtrack To My Life (18+) part 1

The Special Two

Sam, May 2004

I hated London for all that it had taken from me, my girl being top of that list. I had hoped that she would read my letters and see that I was fighting for her so badly but when Shay told me that the letters were unopened, in a box, under her bed, I felt like all my efforts were going to waste but I wasn't going to give up trying, I had to show her that I would continue to fight for her, no matter how much she pushed me away.

Second on my list for hating London was the disease that was Bethany. I thought cutting her out would kill her hold over my life but it did nothing but make her more aggressive. She'd latched herself onto me to help boost her failing career and I'd destroyed it by exposing her for who she truely was and now she was seeking vengeance against me. 

I know she vandalised my flat but the CCTV footage gets wiped and recorded over daily so I had no actually physical evidence, only her name on the sign in sheet from the week before, to which she claimed, when questioned by police, that she was simply collecting the last of her belongings from my flat. Another stupid move on my part, not changing the locks sooner but I just never thought anyone would be so psychotic as to break in and trash the place. I'm just grateful that everything of value was locked away in a safety deposit box. 

I felt like an intruder just sleeping on Shay's couch, with Veronica mere feet from me in her bed yet so far out of reach. I tossed and turned all night, every time I closed my eyes I struggled to find peace so in the early light of dawn I wrote a note to thank the girls and snuck out of their flat before either had woken. I just didn't want to make Veronica feel any more uncomfortable in her own home than what I already had.

I walked the almost empty streets, in a few hours the cobbled paths would be crowded with tourists and locals but for now it seemed that myself and a homeless man outside of the tube station were the only two around. I looked around and saw that a cafe had just opened so I ducked inside and bought two coffees and a muffin, taking the muffin and a coffee out to the man on the street.

I wanted to ask the man how he had ended up there and what kept him going each day because even though I wasn't homeless I still felt I'd lost everything worth living for and I didn't know how to repair what I had broken. Instead, I handed the man the coffee and the brown paper bag with the muffin inside and he thanked me. I stood back up and saw there was a woman standing in the door of a shop, watching me. On the side of the store was a sign that said 'Jacquie's Psychic Readings', I didn't believe in any of that bullshit but for some reason I felt drawn to her, it was as if someone else was pushing me.

"Morning Sam." She greeted me, holding the door open for me to walk in. She knew who I was but then again, half the population knew my name, so this really didn't prove her ability to me yet I just couldn't leave, there was a strange comfort and reassurance I felt just being in her presence. "Something, or should I say someone told me I was going to encounter the skeptic this morning so I made sure to come open my store early."

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to offend you but I just don't believe in any of this shit, the whole talking to the dead and fortune telling crap." To me, this was a gimmick used to take gullible people's money.

"And yet, here you are." She giggles softly, lighting a candle on a small table and taking a seat. She motions towards the other chair at the table and I hesitate before sitting down. "It's no coincidence, you and I crossing paths at this moment in time, we were both brought here to help you find answers."

"Oh yeah, brought by who?" I'm only in London to do a photo shoot for Kit Off For Cancer, I brought myself here but I just thought that there's no harm in indulging this deluded woman's scam for a bit, I had time to kill until I had to be a the studio anyway.