Saturday I called work to tell them I was unwell and unable to come in. The only illness I was suffering from was either being starstruck or love struck.
Kev worked late on Saturdays, so I spent most of my day, and evening crying. David had broke my heart, unmeaningly.
David's music still blasted round the house and I stayed up until Kev came home, once I heard the door open, I quickly turned off the music and wiped my eyes.
"Oh, I didn't think you'd still be up." He says puzzled.
"Yeah I couldn't sleep."
"Have you been crying?" He asks stepping closer to me. "You have haven't you!" He sounded... Angry about it?
"Uni work is really stressing me out."
"Crying over it isn't going to help is it?!" I roll my eyes at him shouting at me.
"You're no help at all Kev, you're supposed to look after me and comfort me. You're just doing the complete opposite!" I shout back.
"Well if you stopped acting like a child then maybe I could treat you differently!"
"I am 18 years old! You treat me like a baby!" I scream back at him.
"Because you haven't done a single thing for yourself!" He says to offend me - which it did.
"You can sleep on the sofa tonight!"
"This is my house too Rosalind Chester!" He shouts louder.
"Is it?! I pay the bills with El, you just sleep here! You earn the most yet you let us live like this!" The anger rips through me like a lion trying to catch his pray.
I pick my denim jacket up and fling it on angrily. "Where the hell are you going!?" He asks annoyed.
"OUT!" I shout slamming the door behind me.
I started walking, not sure where I wanted to go, I felt so lonely. This wasn't how I should be spending my time. Lying to my boyfriend, having recent shouting matches with him...
I came across a telephone box and routed round my pocket for my spare change. I put some of the lose change into the phone box and dialled a number.
"El?" I whimper. "It's me, Ros."
"What's happened?!" She asks worried. "Are you ok?"
I start to cry and lean my forehead on the glass, my breath was already beginning to fog it up. "No, not really... When are you coming home?"
"I'll get on the first train that's going to Brixton tomorrow morning if you want... What's happened?" She asks again.
"A lot... I've met David Bowie and since then... I just don't know what's going on anymore."
"Wait... You've what?! You've met David Bowie?!" She screams down the phone excitedly.
"That isn't the point Eleanor." I snap. "I just wanted to hear your voice... How's your mum?"
"Not at all well... She - uh - she might be getting worse actually..." El sounded like she was about to cry.
"Here's me crying, being selfish, when you had so much more to be worrying about... Honestly Ellen, if you want to stay with your mum longer, it's no trouble. Give her my best, hope things get better. I'll call you soon."
"Thanks Ros, just give me a call whenever ok? Look after yourself. Bye Ros." She hangs up and I look at what change I have left... I had enough for one more call.
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1974 - A David Bowie Fanfic.
FanfictionThe year is 1974 and Rosalind Chester is an 18 year old girl who is in love with one of the biggest rockstar's of that time, along with a million other David Bowie fans... When Ros decides it's time to leave home to live in Brixton, her whole world...