Chapter 6
Cheryl’s POV:
“Oh good, god” I moaned as I woke up, turning on the side, not opening me eyes. I waited for a response, or at least a giggle, of me much sober girlfriend. I finally opened me eyes, and to me surprise, that side of the bed was empty.
I got up from the bed, surprised I had even gotten into me pajamas the night before, since I didn’t remember a single thing from after our performances. I walked out the bedroom, only to be attacked by me two little doggies. “Oh hello you two! Mammy’s not feeling so good this morning.” I bent down, and let them lick me hands, before jumping as someone suddenly stood in front of us.
“morning, pet”
“Mam!! I almost sh*t meself there!” I laughed, standing back up. “gosh, what are you doing here? Did Kimberley call you to come and cure me hangover?” I sniggered. But stopped when I noticed the sudden change of expressions on her face, and in a second, I knew something was very wrong.
“mam? What’s wrong?”
“Kimberley called Sarah last night… she didn’t feel very well”
“what? Mam? what happened? Where’s Kimba?!”
“Sarah came, rushing in as fast as she could… Cheryl, Kimberley had another heart failure”
“Is she okay, mam!?”
“I don’t know, pet. I’m here with you aren’t I? get dressed, and I’ll drive you there meself”
I admire me mam in a loads of ways, but one of them is the way she copes with everything. She always knows what to do, or what to say. She never freaks out, and she rarely ever gets mad. I wish I was more like her in those ways.
I stared out the window, in the car, me hangover had gone, and emotions were taking over. A tear escaped me eye, and I flashbacked to one of worst nights of me life.
***FLASHBACK***
Me tears fell harder, and faster than the rain outside the window. Alone in the big house, that once portrayed the perfect family. Me, the doggies and Ashley… it had been 2 weeks since I found out. 2 weeks since the papers had written the story, and I had been publicly humiliated. Me mam had the doggies back in Newcastle and Ashley were in Liverpool for a match with the team.
I shuffled me feet along the cold floor, trying to balance the mug of tea in me hand, but I was shaking to the beat of me tears hitting me cheek. I couldn’t hear a thing, from the words Alicia Keys screamed out…
“Broken promises
My heart you stole
Lies you told
Got the best of me
Digging in my heart of gold
Used to look at you
And see the possibilities
I see you for who you are
Boy you've disappointed me”
The lyrics cut me life a knife, and the anger started to take control, I dropped me mug of tea, and me body collapsed on the first step on the stairs. I closed me eyes, wishing to just escape everything right that second. I wanted to forget all me problems, I wanted to never look at him again… and I wanted never to look at meself again.
But as I cried the silent tears, still collapsed on the stairs, the music stopped, and footsteps, sounding as they got closer to us. I felt someone touch me arm. At first I thought that my prayers had been heard, maybe someone was taking us away. But as I slowly turned me face to look, a beautiful face lit up the room. “Kimberley…”
