Frostbitten Snowdrops (WWBM)

December 21

warning - physical abuse and racial slurs

Daisy's P.O.V.

I can't fall asleep. I keep having nightmares. Edward is dead. He won't rise, but his evilness will. I remember he had a brother. I don't know where he is. What if he comes to seek revenge? Also, for how long had Edward been observing Marcus and I because he found Marcus that night at the pub? What if they kidnap Jason and ask for ransom? We're both skint, there's no way we could pay for anything. Also, that could result in Jason getting killed. Then, that situation in the supermarket really ruined me. He doesn't understand why I left. But, truth be told, neither do I. I should have reacted differently. I should have talked it through with him. But, it's like an open wound. The more we try to heal it, the more it bleeds and the pus appears, tearing us apart every single time. I have no right to do it to him. I asked Amara for some money and she sent me money. But, it's not for me. I even called Ruth to tell her about Harold and how I have some doubts about him being an integral part when Samuel was shot. She was speechless, but promised that she would tell her husband who will investigate the matter. I'm trying to make things right because I burnt many bridges and while burning those bridges down, I burnt myself as well. As Jay is peacefully sleeping, I go to the living room and notice that Marcus fell asleep. I see his phone on the table, taking it. I can't live like this. I go to the bathroom, closing the door.

I remember Marcus' pattern for unlocking his phone and I unlock it. I sit on the toilet seat, trying to catch a breath. I'm about to lose Marcus. But, I'd rather lose him as a boyfriend than lose both him and Jay and send them to the graveyard. I know what I'm doing and I also know I'm doing the best thing.

I call Alisha.

"Marcus? Hello?", she says and I cough.

"Hello, Alisha. It's Daisy Whittle. Marcus'... Friend."

"Oh. Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, it's alright. I.. I need a favour."

"Erm.. Do tell."

"So.. I.. There are some things that don't seem good now and I don't want to jeopardise Jay's life. So.. Can you send me your PayPal? I'll send you money for a ticket. It would be highly appreciated if you came today."

"Wait.. I'm a bit confused. Is my son okay?"

"Yeah, he is, I promise! I'd like to talk to you. I'll tell you everything and as a woman, you'll understand me."

"I need to check the timeline."

"I checked it for you. You have a train in an hour. If you want to come, everything is ready."

"I'm really... I don't know what to say."

"I know that all of this seem confusing, but once I explain it to you, you'll understand it."

"Okay. I just need to come up with some lie to feed my mum because she would flip if I told her I was about to go to London."

"Okay. I'll put your number in my phone and then I'll text you so you can save mine. I'll come to pick you from the station."

"Daisy.. Jay told me some things about you when we talked like a week ago. I.. Thank you so much."

"Don't mention it. We have enough time to talk. Take care and see you."

She ends the call and I tip toe to Marcus, leaving his phone on the table.

Alisha should be in London at 5 o'clock.

*

I check the time and decide that it's time to go to pick Alisha from the station and bury my relationship with Marcus. I know Marcus. He will never forgive me this. If there's anything he hates, it's someone doing something behind his back. Also, that what happened at the supermarket was probably the last straw. I park and wait for Alisha. I have seen her picture and she has seen mine, so I'm sure she will recognise me.