Okay before we get started I just wanted to apologise for how long it took me to get these chapters up, I honestly thought I was putting them up as I went along, turned out I never actually pressed the publish button, so we're going to do it like this. Make some sort of event out of my stupidity.
6 chapters, 2 days, 20756 words in total (before editing, which will add more). Chapters left to go; Chapter 20, Chapter 21, Chapter 22, Chapter 23, Chapter 24 - Part 1, Chapter 24 - Part 2 and Chapter 24 - Part 3. Enjoy!
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After getting changed in Oscar's room, leaving my wet clothes folded up in the corner I met Oscar downstairs by the front door. He had his leather bikers jacket on, and at first didn't see me coming down as he was talking to Finn about what his brother's had said to them. Os looked upstairs as I walked down, smiling, and cut off Finn's sentence midway.
'Oscar, do make sure to give her parents my sincere apology for not looking after their daughter in the courteous of manners,' Finn said, before turning to me. 'Sorry all of this has happened to you, Hope, but I sense that you might come back?' He asked, and I nodded. It didn't look likely that Oscar would leave me now. Finn looked between me, and then his son, and back to me and it almost looked like something clicked in his head, and he smiled fondly. 'I hope you get better soon, Hope. I'll see you around.' He said, walking back into the kitchen.
'Hope, if the cuts still hurt tomorrow, come back around and I'll keep fixing them.' Matt called from the kitchen, 'If not, get better and just keep cleaning them. See you around!'
'Thanks, Matt.' I called back, as Oscar unlocked the front door, looked around the front of the house before allowing me out. Silently, he clicked the door shut and locked it behind me. He guided me across to the garage, his hand in the normal place in the slight curve of my waist where it almost felt comfortable and natural now.
'My family seem to really like you,' He said quietly, smiling down at me. 'I told you there was nothing to worry about.'
'They don't know, though, do they?' I asked back, playing with the hem of Ella's shirt.
'No, only Ella does.' He replied truthfully, passing me the helmet of his bike. Night had fallen properly by the time I had got my injures seen too and got changed, and it was about half ten at night. I didn't get time to tell Ella goodbye, as she was following the car. I was intrigued by the Williams family, but I had a feeling that I wouldn't be saying the same thing if I had to meet them all at the same time. They seemed lovely and polite, but how far would that go now I nearly had Oscar killed because two men were hunting me down? Did Ella's brother like me after all the extra work I had caused him to do, including the long days and perhaps even sleepless nights.
'They'll like you, Hope, who wouldn't?' Oscar said, hearing myself doubts. 'Let's get you home – your parents are probably wondering where you are.' He mounted the bike, and I got on behind him in Ella's biker jacket, and I put on the helmet he offered me. My parents wouldn't be happy I was on the back of a motorcycle, so I thought I might try and make things better by at least riding safely. Oscar kicked the bike into gear, lifting the stand up and accelerated down the mud track to the water school. The mud track was exactly as it was named, the snow that had melted causing thick mud to fly up as the wheels spun, and whilst none of it landed on me, I could hear the splatters against the tress. I realised with a shock – my parents! I didn't leave a note telling them where I had gone, and they finished work at nine. They came home to an empty house with me not there and not even an explanation as to where I had gone. Oh, they're going to be going crazy with worry, and will go ballistic at me when I get home.
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