I feel a slight tear take a stroll along the apple of my cheeks and slide it's way to the bottom. I wipe it away in fear of anyone seeing and wrap my fingers tightly round the brush handle. I do what I do best and put brush to cheek and carry on as normal, however hard that may be. I pull my knees together and bounce back up off the floor. I take a look through the wardrobe to the right of the room and pick out my best dress. The dress is a slim fit, darker blue with the slightest pattern against the waist. I slide it over my head and zip up the back, pulling my hair over my shoulder. I face the tall mirror stood in front of me, looking at myself in shame. why did I do this? It's like I've sacrificed my whole reputation for one man. Yes, I've done this before but not now. I could have stopped it. I'm better than this. Turning my back to the mirror I hold my head high, he was the cause not me. I tell myself. I freeze, walking out the door, I freeze. He stands, drinking his cup of tea, gulping down every single drop until there's nothing left. He turns to face me. He walks closer to me. He won't stop. He walks right up to me, smiling in my face.
"You look gorgeous"
he smirks at me. I can't help but laugh.
"Why thank you"
I smile at him. He pulls me closer and pecks my lips.
Not this again. Please not this again.
I can't pull away, surprise surprise. He's drawn me in on his little fishing rod and forgotten to set me free. I kiss him back. It feels too good to let go. He makes me forget about my negative feelings. He makes everything better and I can't help but love him. I guess.
wait.
is it love? Do I still love him?
I pull away and smile.
" I gotta go to work now, bye"
He groans.
"Can't you stay?"
I laughs at him and walk out.
I feel like I've accomplished something but I don't quite know what that thing is. Maybe it's the fact that I've finally managed to pull away from him and do what's right. A smile beams across my face, a whole new weight has been lifted from my guilty shoulders and I feel like the sun has reappeared in my life. I stroll up to the main house where my mum stands in the window, on the phone. The usual. I walk in and say hi, she does the "hand signals" but that's all I'll get out of her, of course. I move closer to my dad.
"Good morning spencer"
He says with a happy tone.
"Good morning father"
I smile at him with glee. I can't believe in the space of 30mins I've managed to calm down and feel light on my feet again. I walk up to the worktop and reach for an apple, but there's something there. A white, flat object piercedP in the apple. I pick it out thinking it would be for my mum but, it's addressed to me.
The note reads:
Spencer, you can't keep doing this to people. He's not yours and you know that. Stop now before It leaks. -A
I feel the panic return. My throat tightens and I can't swallow. I need to escape. Talking deep breaths I run to the nearest place. Upstairs.
