𝐈 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃 || 𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐊𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐙

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐

I shut the door quietly in attempt to try not wake up my little cousin then stumbled into the kitchen, falling into a chair and slamming my head down on the table.

My uncle came down a while later with a pack of cigs and a lighter, he saw me half asleep in the chair and shook me awake asking what was wrong.

I muttered what had happened at the party before following him out into the garden to also have a smoke.

The clock soon hit 1 and I decided to go up to bed after crying to my uncle. He didn't give the best advice apart from something like 'fuck him' or 'boys are all egotistical at that age, speaking from experience.'

I got into my bed and cried.

The rest of the weekend went something like that as well, crying, binge eating, more crying, Tom spamming me with texts I didn't even bother opening, texting bill about the whole situation and more crying.

Eventually my little cousin came into my room Sunday evening and asked me:

"When's big jeans coming back" she called Tom big jeans for obvious reasons.

"Hm? Oh I don't know" I replied through sobs

"What?" She asked, her smile fading

"He's not. Sorry Heidi" I patted on my bed for her to sit down and she did.

We spent the rest of the evening talking about people at her nursery or reading stories.

It got my mind off Tom for a little while but as soon as she left, the realisation that I'd have to see Tom tomorrow hit. Shit.