Tahulah's P.O.V
The busy London streets bustled around me. I was definately not used to this, I mean last time I lived here was only a couple of years back and everything seemed to have changed so much. Back in Australia everything was so laid back and calm, and people just went went with the flow whereas here everyones like go-go-go. I could just tell I would struggle to survive here let alone live here again.
I remembered the only reason I was here were because my parents and elder brother were killed just over a week ago by drunk driver on their way home from his graduation dinner. You may be wondering why I wasn't there with my brother on his big night. Well blame Dylan fucking Mathews and our stupid drunkin' kiss, it turned out he had recently had glandular fever and decided not to tell anyone. The stupid prick. So whilst I was struck down with mono, my family they left me, my entire family vanished, were taken from me, all because some stupid fucking teenager thought he wasn't over the limit. All eleven, yes eleven drunk teenagers squashed into a a tiny five seater car walked away with only a few scratches and cuts, but my family who just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time died. And believe me it wasn't painless for my brother he fought until the end whereas my parents died instantly. The only 'family' I had left was here in London, well not technically family but he's all I've got left.
I turned a corner and finally made it onto a not so busy street, and I instantly relaxed more. I walked down the street for a few more minutes just enjoying the sights and the smell of the cafes when my phone went off.
'I take it you made it safely here?'
'Looks like it' I chuckled into the phone.
'I feel awful but I can't came and get you and bring you home, as I'm tied up with work and I'm already running late so you'll have to get a cab here, the address is -' but was cut off as someone walked straight into me and sent me, tthe stranger and my phone crashing to the pavement.
'Shit! I'm so sorry I wasn't looking where I was going!' mumbled the boy who extended a hand to help me up. I took his hand and he pulled me to my feet. I finally looked at him and he was beautiful, I know it's probably weird to call a boy beautiful but that was the only word to describe him. His green eyes bored into mine and that left me weak at the knees. I finally knocked some sense into myself and picked my phone up off the ground only to stare at it in utter horror; the screen was cracked so there were bits missing out of it and the screen was black.
'Shit' I muttered.
'Excuse me?' The green eyed boy questioned, he sounded amused. I stood there speechless as stared into his eyes.
'Uhhh shit is that your phone?' He asked.
'Yeah, well it was my phone' I laughed and smiled at him, until I realised if my phone was dead I had no way finding my new home, uhhhh fuck! I seriously seem to have the worst luck in the world.
'Shit' I said again, great now I could feel tears threatening to spill over my eyelids, I think the boy noticed this too and he immediately pulled me into a bone crushing hug and tried to confort me.
'Seriously don't cry it's just a phone. It's replaceable. I'll buy you a new one right now, don't stress.' He cooed into my hair. I broke away from the hug and looked him in the eyes.
'I'm not crying about the phone silly, it's just that I've just moved here from Australia and is supposed to be moving in with someone but you walked straight into me as he was telling the address' I laughed.
'I thought so because you didn't sound like you were from around here. Look come with me I've got to get to work because I'm already an hour late, but straight after I'll take you to get it fixed.' He said while grabbing my hand and pulling me towards a car. I struggled against his hold on my hand and finally broke free. He turned around and looked at me with a confused expression on his face.
