Three Whole Words Only Eight Letters Long (Sequel to LCDD)

Chapter 48

Adrian had gone by the time I'd gotten out of bed this morning and I had a feeling it was so he wouldn't be able to take me to work with him. Asshole, although I loved him for the fact that he cared so much. Oli on the other hand had been determined to stay with me for the day, but I'd told him to get lost- not in those words but he got the message- and he grudgingly accepted to go and visit his guys. I was happy since I felt kind of guilty at the fact that he'd been spending time with me because I was ill, instead of working on Sempiturnal- yup, he'd let slip the name and then nearly hit his head off the counter when he realised his mistake. Not that I would tell anyone anyway.

     So after I'd gotten rid of my two guys, I'd decided to go and see my mum. Of course I was hoping that she would know how to make me feel better, because 'momma knows best' as she used to tell my sister and I when she forced us to take vile medication when we were ill. I'd learned in my eighteen years that she was of course correct. Momma always knows best. Then there was the fact that I hadn't seen her since Sunday lunch with Adrian and I was feeling like a horrible daughter. For some reason, even though it was a school day, I just had a feeling that she would be in today. Or this morning at least, so I'd made the decision last night after crawling into bed that I would pay her a visit.

     Somehow, I had found the energy to walk down to the bus stop and catch the bus out of Birmingham and to my childhood home. I was even happier when I found that I was able to walk the two minute trek up the steep hill as my childhood home stood at the top of the hill, with the bus stop at the foot. I smiled in relief as I approached the dark blue painted door with a white doorbell, which I rang because I no longer had my keys.

     I heard shuffling and the sound of a bolt being pulled back before the door swung inwards to reveal my mum, which made her frown as soon as her eyes landed on me.

"Come on chick" she sighed, nodding in with her head and I smiled at her pet name. She used to call me chicken when I was younger, although I couldn't remember why.

"Hey mum" I greeted and she smiled as she shut the door behind me when I stepped in. I slid my jacket off my shoulders and hung it up on the pegs before following behind her as she led us down the airy corridor and towards the kitchen.

"So what can I do for you?" she asked as we sat at the dining table and I frowned at her which made her laugh. "Honey I'm your mum, I know something's wrong. I've known you your whole life" she smiled and I sighed before shrugging but she'd had enough time to study my face.

"Let me make you some food" she stated and I shook my head as my stomach churned.

"No thank you, I can't keep any food down" I swallowed the bile and she frowned at me but got out of her chair and made her way over to the toaster, where she placed one slice of bread into it to be toasted as she switched the kettle on, pulling out two mugs for the two of us as she did so.

     The kettle boiled and the toast popped up so she set to buttering my toast and cutting it into squares like my Nan did when I was younger and my mouth wasn't large enough to take big bites. When that was done my mum finished making our drinks before she brought all of it over to the table, setting the plate and a mug down in front of me and taking her seat opposite me again. I frowned and picked up the mug, smelling straight away that this was tea and not coffee.

     Now I didn't mind tea, in fact I'd been a tea drinker up until two years ago when my sister died. Coffee was much stronger than tea and I found that the caffeine buzz was able to settle my nerves. After that I'd become addicted to caffeine, which I knew wasn't a good thing. Even so I sighed, and took a sip of the tea, wincing when the taste brought back memories of a harder time.

*Flashback*

I bit my lip and fisted my hands, not even wincing when my nails cut into my palm and drew a tiny line of blood. I continued to lean against the counter and stare out at the back garden trying to keep the tears at bay when every tiny thing reminded me of my beautiful sister.