The Day We Met Was The Day I Fell For You ♥Tom Felton♥

Chapter Forty Eight

Chapter Forty Eight- Progression

I had been putting off going to ask for my job back. To me there wasn't a point of doing anything anymore. I didn't even leave the confidence of my home for the next week.

Though I knew that I had to get my job back. How else would I pay the bills? I didn't want to go out into public though. I didn't want to face the world. I felt embarrassed, how I fell for an actor who ended up ripping me to shreds. This feeling was ridiculous. I shouldn't feel that way. No one knew about the fight. It's not like it was broad cast for the world to see, but I couldn't fight away the fear that some how they knew. That I would be judged.

I finally did drag myself back to the clinic though. I hated every minute of being out in publics' eye. It felt like everyone was staring at me. They weren't, I was just paranoid, but still.

I had luck on my side. One of my old co workers, who loved me, quickly called up my uncle almost right after I asked for the job back. Of course my uncle loved me and gave me back the job.

I ended up staying and starting to work that day because they were short on employees. Which I guess was good, for the past two weeks all I have done is sit around my apartment moping.

Sarah, the co worker, was working with me today. She was close to her thirty's with dark brown hair that waved down her chest, and she had beautiful gleaming brown eyes. She really was beautiful in all, and smart, very smart. I would consider her as one of my friends. Not a person I would poor my heart out too, but frankly she is the only one I would be able to poor my heart out too.

Taylor and Danielle would not answer my calls, so eventually I stopped trying. Emma sometimes would call, but calling isn't the same and even then those phone calls got farther and farther apart. She was busy though. I knew that, and I knew that it was just going to get even worse because they were leaving to film for Deathly Hallows within the next week.

"So why did you want your job back?" Sarah asked slouching her perfect frame in one of the desk chairs.

I fiddled with the arm rest on my chair. "I broke up with Tom"

She shot up straight, causing the chair to creak, leaning in "Why? What happened?"

"It's a long story...point is I have nothing but this job now"

"That has to sting" She answered leaning back into the chair.

I shrugged. Of course it stung. Why wouldn't it sting? It stung like a freakin bitch...but the stinging started becoming bearable.

After work I drove to the little convenient store that was by my apartment. I had been here quite a few times for one thing. Candy canes.

Anything Peppermint. It reminded me of Tom. Which is horrible I shouldn't torture myself with peppermint, but I do. The peppermint doesn't smell exactly like him of course, but it was the closest thing, and it comforted me.

I had become on a first name bases with the cashier. He was an old washed up man, in his late forties. He was nice; we had a few conversations.

When I got home I checked my mail. I had a few bills and a....package.

My face scrutinized as I walked to my apartment, opening and closing the door behind me, staring at the package. I read the address, and re read the address. It said that it came from the house....their house...his house.

I must have spent an hour staring at it, wondering what this little package held for me. When I did rip it open a letter fell out before I saw what it possessed.

I picked the letter up and read it.

'Dear Cassiebear

Emma, Rupert, and I wanted to give this to you personally, but well were a little occupied at the moment so we are sending it to you.