starting over

chapter 9

Judes POV

I got up at seven thirty and moved slowly and carefully out of the bed and made my way to the kitchen, when the batter was made i added a little bit of butter to the pan and waited.for it to begin to melt before moving it around the pan and adding the batter it made a huge circle going out to the edges if the pan and i waited for it to cook.
While it was cooking i walked over to the coffee machine and filled it up and waited for it to boil when i returned to the pan i used the fish slice to unstick the pancake before flipping it it was a perfect brown colour at this point the coffee was made so I filled two mugs and began drinking one.
Fifteen minutes and four successful pancakes later i made my way to Annies room and sat the tray on her bedside locker before shaking her slightly and waking her up, she woke up whimpering slightly at not being able to lie on abit longer.
"what?" she asked in a whiny voice.
I just laughed or as she thought chuckled.
"I made you breakfast"
"not pancakes" she asked alarmingly.
"do you trust me to make anything else?"
"fine give it here" she said hungrily.
"here"
We sat for a while in a comfortable silence while she ate her pancakes and drank her coffee.
"by the way we got some mail today but it's all for me apart from a letter for someone called Jane McMillin"
Her eyes widen and she begins to choke on her coffee when she's done half dying she looks up at me and says.
"Did you open it?"
"no, I was gonna wait to see if you knew her"
"erm, yeah I do actually"
"you don't sound so sure"
"just give me the letter ok?"
"ok, I'll get it now and give me the tray you can wash it when you get out of bed"
"yeah ok"
I walk out to the kitchen and grab the letter I stare at it for a few seconds trying to work out what it was it looked like it was one of those handwritten letters for family or something.
"here" I say handing it to Annie.
"thanks" she mumbles but her mind seems to be racing she looks so caught up in something, what's up with this letter and who's Jane?
"so, who's Jane?"
"erm, an old friend"
"you sure?"
"yeah, people usually mixed us up i got her letters alot and she got mine"
"so, are you gonna open it?"
"no, it's not mine I'll just forward it to her"
"aren't you a little bit curious though?"
"no, and i won't invade her privacy"
"what's going on ans?"
"what do you mean"
"well from the second I mentioned the name Jane Mcmillin you've been spooked and i know there's something up with the letter you seem distracted"
"no, I'm fine"
"you sure? You know you can tell me"
She looks at me for a second as if making sure she can tell me.
"I know but there's nothing to tell"
"ok, what did you think of the pancakes?" I ask trying to lighten the mood and get her mind off of it
"yeah, they were really nice thanks but the coffee was a little weak"she says trying to get on my nerves.
"is that right? Well how about you come and show me how to make it properly?" I say and before she has a chance to answer ive swung her over my shoulder and started walking towards the kitchen.
"so, show me exactly what to do"
"fine" she says before running into her room and locking the door.
"I'm not coming out until the dishes are done"
"that was not part of the deal"
"I don't care"
"what will you give me?"
"what do you want?"
"instead of the cleaning you have to make me breakfast in bed for the rest of the week at whatever time i want it and whatever I want Ok?"
"deal, still not coming out until there done"
I chuckle and start doing the dishes, she could sign the lease now i won't make her leave i dont care about what she told me last night I still care about her and i know she's happy here, with me.

Annies POV

I shakily pick up the letter now that I know jude won't come barging in im debating whether or not to open it or burn it, this means she knows where i am, but how?
I open the letter and start reading it,
Jane,
We got someone to hack into your Google account so we could see your history, we found the apartments you were looking at and managed to see the emails you and jude were sending, you know this is stupid people are starting to say that it was our fault and that's why you left we both know that's not true, it was just a phase, you can't live in a place like new york you were slutty enough back here and you can't live with a boy people will call you a whore, we have the address your living at and the number for your landline if you don't come home we will tell jude everything and he will then make you leave, mum and dad.

What the hell is this? She hacked into my account to find me? Shes threatening me to come home and she's denying it was her fault? She is fucked up and by the time she can phone here to lie through her yellow teeth to jude he will know everything, he won't listen to her.she had sixteen fucking years to care she can't decide to care know when I'm gone. I hide the letter inbetweeen my mattress where jude won't find it and wipe away the tears I hadn't realised had fallen before going out to see how jude is doing maybe I can show him the letter sometime later.
"how you doing, want help?"
"nah I'm fine, you came out the second I was done" he tells me with a smirk.
"I try"
"what are you doing today?"
"I'm going shopping with emily, did you ever phone her?"
"no, not yet anyway I was thinking me and her could go to dinner or something tonight"
"she'd like that by way she likes that Italian place down town"
"thanks, I'll remember that"
"I'm going to go start getting ready now, see you later"
"bye"
I feel guilty that jude still didn't know half the story she left a return address on the letter so I could tell him it all tonight and then send her a letter telling her to fuck off, but all that in one night would be hard to take in maybe I could tell him it all and then leave him alone for a while so he can get his head around it and decide if he still wants me here but if he doesnt what then? I could maybe stay in a hotel or something until I find somewhere permanent but i would need to be sure he wouldn't tell anyone.