Immaculate

Mr Griffin

Part 108

Sang's POV

I kept myself busy. Mr Blackbourne and the others had left just after lunch. The actual ball didn't start till 6pm but there was some charity event that they were required to attend first. I was a little bit jealous. I loved dressing up and dancing with my guys; but I realised it wasn't to be this year. Next year it might be easier as I would be that much closer to eighteen.

By the time I was heating up some casserole for myself and Marie for dinner, I had managed to pack pretty much the entire kitchen. They had left me with enough boxes and wrappings so that nothing would get broken. I had left out enough for us to use over the next couple of days and I used two plates now to serve up the casserole.

There was no way I could shout up to her so I went up the stairs and knocked on her door. She opened it only a crack and peered out at me.

"I've heated up some casserole for tea, it's ready," I told her. She frowned at me.

"I'm going out for dinner," she said.

"What?" I blinked at her.

"I'm going to Danielle's," she said and shut the door in my face. I bit my lip, sighing heavily in frustration as I turned and went back down the stairs. I started to eat my casserole, leaving the rest for her incase she changed her mind, but ten minutes later she came down the stairs dressed up.

"You're going down to Danielle's?" I asked. She had a tight black short skirt on with a low cut top, under a knee length black coat. I didn't recognise any of them, but figured she had bought them from the money that I left her from whatever father sent through.

"What of it?" she snapped. I said nothing else, just went back to my casserole. The doorbell rang, making her push her hands through her hair.

"I won't be back tonight," she informed me and went to the door. I got up and followed her, but when she opened the door, it was not Danielle stood there. It was a boy, slightly older than her. He was taller than her, with long black hair and was dressed in ripped jeans and a black leather jacket.

"Marie," I called her name, but she ignored me and went out shutting the door hard behind her. I ran to the living room and looked out the window in time to see her getting into the passenger side of a low slung, sporty looking car. The boy shut the door for her and then got into the drivers side. He started the engine, gunning it enough to make a roaring noise and then they were pulling off and heading up the road, away from Sunnyvale Court and onto the main road. The opposite direction to Danielle's.

I pulled the blinds down on the window and turned back into the room. There was nothing I could do. I wasn't in a position to stop her even had I know what she was doing. She was her own person, she had to make her own decision; I just hoped she knew what she was doing.

I looked around the living room and sighed. There hadn't been much in here to start with, but the furniture that was here was ready for moving. The sofa and chairs were covered with a cloth that would protect them in the mover's van. The old TV had been disconnected and the cabinet emptied. I looked up at the big flat screen TV that was mounted on the wall and blew out a breath. Nathan had gone over how to use it, but I didn't want to sit on the floor and there was something about the room that made me feel empty.

I went back into the kitchen and binned the rest of my casserole, any hunger I had felt was gone. I cleaned up the kitchen and made sure everything was packed away. I felt lonely. I had spent years on my own and it had never bothered me. But here, in this house that was just a shell, I had never felt more lonely than I did now.

I wondered how the others were getting on. I looked up at the clock, it was six-thirty now, the ball had started and they were probably eating from the buffet Luke had told me would be there. I wondered if Alice was there, if she would be talking to North and Luke. Or if Kathy was there, dancing with Dr Green. I knew he wouldn't do that to me. But if she was to ask him, what excuse would he give not to? What excuse would any of them give if they were asked to dance by the girls there? I didn't think they could spend the evening stand in a group refusing to socialise. That would be even more suspicious than me turning up.