Chim - Tiny Dancer

Chapter 41

Chapter Fourty One

Ringing Kimberley's phone once more, Cheryl sighed when the answer machine came on again. "Why isn't she answerin'!" she said to herself before throwing the device onto the table and sitting herself down on one of the chairs.

She had been trying to call her girlfriend for the past hour after she hadn't called her back, which she said she would do.

She sat for a few mintues before she tried again.

"Hello are yo..."

"Kimberley! Why haven't you been answerin' me!?" Cheryl asked, perhaps a bit too aggressively.

"I'm sorry... I was on the phone to Nadine," came the reply.

"You said you would phone me back!" Sighing, Cheryl tried to calm herself.

"Nadine called me just as I got in," Kimberley told her.

There was something about Kimberley's tone that made Cheryl's doubt her, but she decided to shrug it off.

"Did you go to the shops?"

Cheryl knew that she was trying to change the subject and rolled her eyes. "No, I was too busy worrying about you," she answered, knowing it was far to late for her to go.

"I'm sorry baby. Nadine phoned because she forgot something at the shop and she wanted to know if I had picked it up before I left."

"What had she left?" Cheryl asked, tapping her fingers on the table and waiting for an answer, which proved to take longer than she had thought.

"Her phone," Kimberley eventually answered.

"And did you get it?" she asked, knowing that she was asking far to many questions.

"I did... what's with all the questions?" asked Kimberley, sensing things weren't right.

"I was just wondering," Cheryl shot back, her tone harsh. She listened as the girl on the other end let out a sigh. "I'm sorry," she immediately apologized.

"It's ok... you're probably just tired." Just as Kimberley had finished her sentence the door went.

"Who's that?" Cheryl said, a frown appearing on her brow.

"It's Nadine, she's come round to collect her phone."

"That was quick," she responded.

"I'm goin' to go now, ok?"

"Ok," Cheryl sighed, tears threatening her eyes, although, she didn't know why. "I love you."

"I love you too baby and I'm missin' you like mad. Talk to you tomorrow."

A sad smile appeared on the Geordie's lips. "I miss you too," she said before hanging up.

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Kimberley chucked her phone onto the table before getting up off of the couch and heading for the door. "Hey," she said after answering it.

"You're so f*ckin' dead!" Nadine sighed, turning her head to look at the car. "What are you goin' to do?" she asked while entering the house and shutting the door behind her.

"I don't know. Do you think I should tell her?" Leading the Irish woman into the kitchen, Kimberley put the kettle on.

"Well... she isn't exactly goin' to miss it!" Nadine replied in her Irish tones. "Have you saw the f*ckin' thing!? How did it happen?"

"I don't really know," answered Kimberley, placing a mug infront of her friend before sitting down opposite her. "Do you remember that guy I was tellin' you about?"

"The creepy one?"

"Yeah," she nodded. "Well... I think it was him."

Nadine tapped her fingers on the table, clearly deep in thought. "Makes sense," she said. "What an arse!"

Sighing, Kimberley took a sip of her tea. "It might not of been him though."

"Where was it parked?"

"In the private car park behind the shop," she told her.

"There you go," Nadine said. "Most of the people who work in those offices park there aswell. And how many people do you know go into private car parks to scratch cars? Someone's used a key or somethin' babe."

"Right at this moment... I couldn't care less about how its been done or who has done it," Kimberley ranted, getting herself worked up. "All I want to do is get it fixed."

"You need to tell Cheryl, babe." Reaching across, Nadine took hold of Kimberley's hand, attempting to calm her down. "You can't lie to her."

Kimberley nodded. "I will, but not over the phone. I don't want her worrying because that guy really p*ssed her off," she sighed. "I'll need to phone one of the local garages tomorrow. I'll just have to pay and get it painted... or whatever it is they do."

"Everythin' will be fine, babe," Nadine reassured, giving her hand a squeeze. "Cheryl won't be mad at you... she'll understand."