Needle & Thread

Chapter 2

Loving someone is not supposed to be this hard

I wake to the sound of my father's truck backing out of the soiled garage. I look through the window beside my bed to see the petite figure of my mother sitting beside him.
They leave me as punishment for my actions, though there is none to ponder.

My family cannot afford a tv and the only phone in a twenty mile radius belongs to the pub 8 miles north. This normally leads to an uneventful morning.

As a small village in the countryside of Scotland, most stores only get shipments once every month or so. They usually only order the necessities but sometimes the companies send random items to be sold.

That is where I bought my first and only sewing machine. The only past time, other than farming your life away, is some useless hobby to spend your time,instead of regretting your life decisions.

The only reason my family bought the machine was for me to learn and sew clothes for a family of four by the age of 10.

There is a knock on the door. Knowing for certain who, I scurry to the door, trying to gain the courage for what I know i must do.
"Hullo hen" he greets as I usher him inside.
"Good morning Calum.'' I try to sound joyful but my true emotions forsake me as my voice cracks at the last syllable.

"A'm 'ere fur mah 6:30 appointment ." he begins

"A'm so very sorry fur this inconvenience Mr.Fraser. I am not going to be around for a long while. I have made plans to head tae france today for business ." I respond.

"Well, doll, ah wish ye luck on yer journey. Dae not worry about th' pre-made payments, I owe ye more than money mah dear. Please keep this 'n' stay safe in france." he says this as he hands me a £50 note, ignoring my refusal, he stuffs the note in the pocket of my coat. He soon walks out of the door, leaving me to pack my bags.

I rush to my room, racing to beat the clock of inevitability. I throw my beloved items into a large suitcase used to previously hold papers for my father's work. The now dirtied print lay scattered on the floor, portraying the impatience of time perfectly.

I close the case before walking toward my parents' room. I stand there for a moment more, replaying my childhood. The longer I stand, the more I feel. A sudden noise releases me from the memories holding me back. I turn to see a small rodent eating near the kitchen window. With that, I turn around and leave the house which grew my childhood.

Hey baeee 2nd chapter done. 😘 This is where the story frfr starts. Im so sorry if the first two chapters seemed rushed, the next 1 or 2 might as-well but i will try not to get ahead of myself! Ty for reading beauty😔💗 please comment and vote btww xoxo kissy kissy mwa mwa