Please stay.

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(Thankyou for 100 reads! I may have to post every other day now as my coursework is piling up, but I will try my best for everyday.)

I sit in silence. I haven't spoken a word in over 3 days. I've been moved, moved and moved again around different facilities in London. My parents are dead, what am I even supposed to do with myself now? I haven't shown my face anywhere, my work have been ringing me non stop but working is that last thing on my mind.

Simon has been trying to contact me, probably worried sick. I ignore him, I don't even feel bad. I don't feel anything. I can't remember a time in the last few days where my eyes haven't been stained red with tears.

"Chloe?" I hear a womans voice snatching me from my dark thoughts. She gestures for me to follow her as we enter a small confrontation room, what bullshit are they going to try and reassure me with now.

"First of all i'd like to say I'm extremely sorry for your loss, I understand what you're going through right now, I'm here to help." She told me softly, I immediately got angry.

"You have no fucking idea what I'm going through right now." I growl, clenching my fists under the table in between us.

I could tell she was experienced with these types of situations, her facial expression didn't change. I just look back down to my lap as I hear my phone buzzing again, looking down to check who it was, Simon.

I just leave it to ring and put it back in my pocket. All I wanted to do was die, I didn't want help. I don't want anything from anyone.

"We are here today to talk about your rehoming, we have checked your records and we have information that your father is currently living in America. As your only living parent he will be your legal guardian until you find somewhere else to live. I understand this may be hard for you." She tells me, I sigh to myself. I really didn't want to move to America. But I have no money to move by myself. The fact that they are putting all this weight on my shoulders this early is saddening.

I just look up, shaking my head. "Give me time, I really don't want to move to America, I'll find a place." I tell her, not knowing at all what I was supposed to in this 'time'. I had no idea where to go.

I left the room not long after and sat back in the waiting room. I don't even know where I am, I just know I'm still in London somewhere.

I pick up my phone and close my eyes, thinking up what I needed to say. Scrolling down my contacts I find Simons name, contemplating calling for a little while. I pluck up the courage to click the phone icon and hold the phone to my ear and close my eyes, tears still threatening to fall as I tried to hold them back.

I missed my family.

As soon as I hear Simons concerned voice answering the call I inhale deeply and pull myself together.

"Simon." I whisper, my voice shaky and weak.

"Chloe." He replied "Are you okay?" He asked sounding genuinely concerned. I shake my head, wiping my nose and sniffling. "No." I barely speak.

"Where are you." He asked. Shuffling around as if he was moving. I just shrug and look around, trying to find some sort of sign. "I don't know. I need to ask a favour, can I spend a few nights at your place?" I asked, my breathing uneven as endless amounts of people zoom past me, places to be, people to meet.

"Yeah, sure, of course." He answered. For the first time in what seemed like forever I smiled. An actual smile creeped up my cheeks.

"Thank you." I tell him wiping away my tears. "I'll text you when I find out where I am." I simple say then hang up, walking back to main reception.

I managed to sign out, let them know where I was heading for a few days and walk outside to be greeted with the familiar big red car.

I see Simon jump out and walk towards me, hugging my tightly. I buried myself in his chest and just cry, I let it all out. I didn't care who was watching me, I just wanted to fall apart. I was broken.

"It's okay, let's get you back home." He tells me wrapping his arm around my waist and helping my weak body towards the passengers seat of his car.

As we arrived at the house it was very silent, I think that everyone knew to just leave me alone. I was obviously not in the mood for chatting. I make my way straight upstairs to Simons bedroom, the only place where I felt safe at the moment.

"I'll leave you alone for a while." He said about to leave the room. I look up to him and shake my head, grabbing his arm and pulling him back slightly. "Please stay." I whisper, his facial expression turns to guilt as he nods his head.

I walk over to his bed and pull myself underneath the sheets, feeling the presence of Simon shortly after climbing in with me. I turned to him as I rested my head on his chest. He wrapped his arm around my waist and held me against his body.

I felt safe, I wanted to stay in this moment for the rest of my life, it was so warm and beautiful.

We didn't speak, not one word. We were just happy in each others presence. If I move to America I will lose this feeling, I will lose him.

That can't happen, I won't let it.

It would ruin me.

(Sorry for the short chapter, it was a quick write as I wanted to at least put something out!)

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