chapter eight

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Adeline's pov:

"Mum im home!!" i shout it feels weird not shouting mum and dad. My dad died a few days ago and mum isn't going to work or even getting out of bed. God I hate the grieving process it hurts like hell. As soon as I found out I didn't know where else to go so I went to his house.

"Adeline? what are you doing her-?" i cut him off by hugging him and hesitantly he hugged back. 

"he's gone Jude he's actually gone" I sob into his arms. 

"I'm so sorry Adel you must be feeling horrible and that you probably don't know what to do".         

"he died last night and I-I feel so- so empty". 

"how about you stay here tonight you look like you could use some moral support".

"thank you for letting me stay". 

"of course it's the least i could do". i hear my phone ring so i pick it up and see it's my mum. "sorry can i take this". 

"yeah sure". i walk out. 

"hey mum what's wrong".

 "where are you???".

 "I'm at Judes house". 

"how'd you get there?". 

"i was stressed out didn't know what else to do so i ran to his and he offered for me to stay so i said sure". 

"okay well be safe and have fun". 

"okay bye mum".

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