Forgetting the Murder

12: Adrenaline

Many times in my life I have lost the opportunity to do what I've really wanted because I'm scared or I want to wait "for the right time".

Something I've learnt though is that there is no time better than the present. So, tell him you love him, say what you feel and have fun when you can.

Take chances and have no regrets. Don't wallow in the past. Live life to the full.

Sometimes you just have to say, 'what the hell' and go for it!

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The message tone on my phone woke me up. I checked the text, hoping it would be something worth waking up for. It was from Hannah

"Hey babes. Wanna go out tonight? X"

I liked Hannah. She was so friendly and seemed to be constantly happy. She talks about her boyfriend a lot, he seems like a nice guy. I texted her back.

"Yeah, sure. Sounds great! What were you thinking of doing?"

I don't put x's in texts because personally I find them pointless. As soon as I put my phone away in my pocket it buzzed again.

"Cinema? Club? Dinner? Whatever suits you best x"

"Cinema. I don't like clubs" I texted back. Although my experience with Emily wasn't too bad, clubbing just wasn't my thing.

I threw my phone on my bed and walked downstairs yawning as I entered the front room. I could hear faint voices from the kitchen and could just about make out what they were saying.

"She's twenty-four now, she needs to leave."

It sounded like my mum talking.

"You're one loving parent. Don't you want her to stay as long as possible?"

And the second voice sounded like my dad.

"I want her to have freedom."

"By buying her a flat to bring boys home to every night?"

I heard a light slap on the arm. This was obviously my parents talking.

"Don't be ridiculous. Although this Zeke guy, not sure about him. A mechanic? Oh please. Why can't she be interested in her boss?"

"Give her freedom. I know she loves this nursing job and she does seem found of her boss, but you must let her choose what she wants."

I had enough. I walked into the kitchen to find two guilty looking faces staring up at me from the kitchen table.

"Hey Mum, hey Dad," I greeted them happily.

They mumbled a reply and started shuffling around the kitchen trying to look busy. They weren't fooling me, although I played dumb and pretended I hadn't heard their conversation. I made myself some breakfast and sat down at the table to eat it.

Mum sat beside me and said, "Isn't it time you move out?"

Dad scoffed, "Very subtle, Grace."

Mum just ignored Dad's comment. "Well, I was just thinking that maybe you would like a bit of freedom and you can achieve that by moving out."

I shrugged. "I don't have the money."

"We'll help pay," Mum looked over to Dad. "Won't we, Paul?"

Dad nodded but didn't speak, he must've be a bit fed up of my Mum's pushiness. I knew I was.

My Mum sat and tried to talk me into moving out. You would think she was trying to get rid of me. She probably was.

Eventually I had enough, so I waved my hand and walked up to my room to get ready. My Mum was calling after me but I simply ignored her. When up in my room I changed into a loose pink blouse and my jeans, matched with pink sandals.