Limited

Chapter Four

"You alright?" Nixon asked.

I immediately let go of my thoughts and returned to reality. "Oh.. Um.. Yes. I'm fine." I stuttered.

"Right." He said letting out a small laugh.

My heart began to race when he smiled at me. My cheeks started to glow and heat was building up inside me.

"Shall we start helping out?" Nixon kindly asked whilst breaking the silence.

I couldn't bring myself to say anything, so I just nodded in approval.

We entered the kitchen and made our way through the piles of boxes to where both our Mums stood.

"Right! Those boxes over there are for the living room. You two go and sort that out." My Mum said to Nixon and I whilst pointing to the boxes piled high in the far left corner of the room.

We both picked up a box each and took them into the living room.

Before placing the box I was holding, down neatly, my foot suddenly caught on a wonky floorboard and sent me flying. The box was thrown from my arms and I hit the floor. Seconds after, the box came shooting down and hit the floor with a loud smash. I lay on the floor sulking at my clumsiness.

"Wow! You really are on the clumsy side." Nixon joked.

"Thanks for that." I said sarcastically with a slight giggle.

"Is everything alright!?" My Mum called from the kitchen.

"Peachy!" I called back.

Nixon stood above me holding his hand out for me to hoist myself up with.

I took his hand and he lifted me from the floor, smiling at me. "Thanks." I said as I dusted myself off.

"No problem." He said continuing to smile.

I smiled back but stopped immediately after remembering the box on the floor. I rushed over to it and tore away the cardboard. The ornaments inside were smashed to pieces. Guilt rushed through me and I turned bright red. "What am I going to do?" I said burying my head in my hands.

"Tell your Mum. I'm sure she won't mind." Nixon said.

"I can't tell her. She'll kill me." A lump formed in my throat and I tried my hardest to hold back the tears.

"It was an accident though." Nixon sunk down to my level and put the broken pieces of ornaments back into the box. He stood up and took the box with him into the kitchen.

"No! Wait!" I rushed out of the living room trying to catch Nixon before he told my Mum.

But I was too late.

My Mum was already crying at her favourite ornaments which were now completely shattered.

"I'm so sorry!" I said standing in the kitchen doorway. Tears began to fall from my eyes and I ran to my room.

I threw myself onto my bed when I reached my room and poured my eyes out onto my pillow. I knew how hurt my Mum was. Those ornaments meant everything to her. They were all she had left of her own Mum, and I ruined that.

The day went fast as I stayed in my room swimming in my own guilt. I didn't think to see my Mum because I had a strong feeling she wouldn't want to talk to me. I checked the time for the third time since it got dark and it was 20:34. I decided to prepare myself for my first day at school the following day. I already had my school things from when I lived in Bedford, it was just finding them that was the problem. I looked in a few of the boxes that had been placed in my room earlier that morning and found my school things sitting at the bottom of the second box I looked through. I pulled out my band infested bag and my new notepads. I shoved the notepads and a few pens into my bag and hung it on the post at the bottom of my bed. I next rummaged through my chest of drawers to find some clothes to wear. I found my black, ripped jeans and my favourite Asking Alexandria t-shirt. I placed them both on the chair in the corner and threw my boot converses next to the chair.