Last Chances

Home Alone

Peter

In the kitchen I am washing my hands before I start to make breakfast. I hear faint footsteps behind me. I turn around to see Emily standing there. "Can you cut the onions?" "You just want to see me cry don't you?" Emily asks. Her head quickly turns away from mine, yet I am still able to see her blush in a matter of seconds. A tear rolls down her face, I try to comfort her but she pushes me away. "Is this what you do to every girl?" "No, do you think I'm some sort of womaniser?" "yes you mess with peoples minds Jack, You just sleep around" "Look I don't sleep around with people".

Great.... She has cut her finger "That was your fault talking to me, You know how clumsy I am". Grabbing her arm I take her over to the sink and run the tap. I grab a plaster from her first aid box that is in one of the kitchen cupboards.

Placing her hands on the side of the countertop she jumps up but she couldn't manage. I place my hands on either side of her waist. She looks at me in awe. She still refuses to look at me directly in the eye. She is only a few inches away from me, There is only about two feet that separate our faces, I feel the heat of her legs on mine. I can see her blushing,

Emily

Can I get down now please: I keep my tone steady. My speech echoes around the massive kitchen and he can tell that my voice sounds nervous. I remember to breath slowly. Peter moves away from me to lean on the other side of the counter he does this to give me plenty space for me to jump down. I push myself slowly of the lede of the counter sliding down the units.

The doorbell rings. I head to answer the door its Rebecca. "What are you doing here misses". I let her in and we go up to my room.

The next day....

Hurry up Peter we are going to be late for lunch.

Peter "Your parents are home, come downstairs" Emily calls.

Once Jack finally comes downstairs , He gives me a look to apologise for his lateness. He could probably tell I am a bit irritated. "Your parents want to speak to you" Emily says.

Peter

Peter, my darling your father and I have just visited our house and the builders say that they cannot retrieve anything from the house. Not pictures, phones,clothes nothing at all.

I look down disappointedly at my hands. I had kind of prepared for this moment but thats not the results that I had wanted. My mother grabs onto my hands, My hands have turned yellow with the grip of which mum is holding them. "What is the next step after this then?" "Well my darling Mr and Mrs Belrose has said that it is okay to stay here for another while" My mother says happily"Are you sure" I question "Of course, You are no stranger to us".

I can't help have a large smile on my face, and instantly my insides are no longer angry but extremely happy. At the corner of my eye I see Emily staring at me through the glass living room door. "Is it okay if I go out for lunch with Emily?" I question "Thats absolutely fine my darling" my mother says.

Emily nods in appreciation before turning to me and smiling. I walk out of the living room into the hallway towards the elegant double entrance door.