Chapter 1-
I placed the letter at the back of my draw full of pointless crap. Mum had gone to work and so I was alone on a Sunday night. Fun. I logged onto facebook to find three messages from Rhys. He had deleted the evidence of his cheating ways and was begging yet again for my forgiveness. I plugged my dead phone into its charger seeing as Rhys had stated that he had called me a trillion times. My phone slowly recharged enough for it to be turned on. Six missed calls, not quite a trillion. The HTC started to vibrate in my hand and the photo of me and Rhys on the first day we met flashed up my screen. ‘Don’t answer it.’ Emma’s voice whispered in my head.
‘Hello?’ I said ignoring the imaginary advice.
‘It’s not true. Honest. Well I did kiss her but that was it. And I was drunk. I’m sorry. I’m so so so sorry. You know what she’s like. She, she. . .’ I held the phone away as Rhys replayed the same apology as usual. If it wasn’t for me actually meting Lorna I wouldn’t believe his story.
‘I know, I have heard it before.’ I kept my voice steady and emotionless.
‘Kat please let me come down on Wednesday.’
‘Do you have a place to stay as my house aka the Stupid Mug Hotel, has no vacancies for that date?’
‘I’m sorry and yeah I can find somewhere. Does that mean I can see you? Explain.’
‘I can’t stop you from going to places but I’m not sure about seeing me.’
‘Please, I’ll call you soon, arrange it, yeah?’
‘Goodbye Rhys’
‘Kat-‘ I hung up. Turned me phone. Put my head in my pillow and screamed. Just as soon as I start to get over him he does this. Acts the whole sweet and innocent nice boyfriend. I grabbed the letter and rip it out of the envelope. I read it again and again, remembering why I shouldn’t phone him back and ask for him to just go back to normal.
Dear Rhys,
I first saw you at a passing out parade. Both of our brothers had just finished training and were now fully trained soldiers. We were there to celebrate. Neither of us expecting to fall for someone. As I was walking up and down to try and find Joe on his horse I bump into you. You were standing there in your suit with your black fringe swopping past your right eye. ‘Sorry’ you said in your Manchurian accent stepping out of way.
We talked, ignoring out family celebrations, swapped numbers. By the end of the week our long distance London to Manchester relationship had started. We saved up so we could see each other on weekends. Then for some unknown reason you got board.
Well, I’m board of hanging onto the past. I hate seeing you with your tongue down a different girl’s throat on facebook. And I hate the same old excuse.
You never think of me, I’m always asking after you. You injured yourself in rugby, I helped you through it. I had to go to hospital to get a new cast, you forgot I was even going never mind asked how it was. All the little things add up Rhys and when I think I’m about to explode you become lovely again. Coming down on surprise visits. Well, I have had enough!
Yet, I can never leave you. Things people say, stuff people do they all remind me of you. And I can never say no to you. I don’t know why but anything you do can be easily forgiven.
Your face comes into mind when ‘Home is for the Heartless’ comes on because that was the song that was playing when you asked me out. The amount of tears shed, that you don’t know about, when that song has played.
What I’m trying to say Rhys is that I am only human and you can only mess with someone’s feelings before they can actually shut the door in your face. But you are my first love and for that I will always remember you.
My love forever,
Kat x
Buzz! Buzz! Buzzzzzz! The security door lock brought me out of my trance. I pulled myself of my bed and walked towards the front door. I pressed the lock and allowed the person in. Glancing through the spy whole I could see two men. One was Joe and the other I couldn’t make out. Mum never said Joe would be coming home tonight. I opened the door and in came Joe and Sam. Brilliant Rhys’ brother, not exactly my favourite person to be thinking of. They set their bags down and come into the living room. I hugged Joe as he walked past and nodded at Sam. ‘Tea?’ I asked, being the hostess mum brought me up to be. When I really just wanted to tell them to jog on and let me think about the past in peace.
‘Milk and two sugars.’ Was my unison reply. I made my way into the kitchen and slowly made the teas. Joe and Sam were making small talk about Sam’s 19th next weekend. I brought the teas in and sat down.
‘So, Kat you coming?’
‘Huh?’
‘To my party. Joe can take you. And Rhys keeps on bugging me about making sure you’ll come.’ Sam smiled.
‘Umm, I’m not sure; I think . . . I think I have some essays to do.’ I tried to get my useless excuse out.
‘Kat you’re going, I need someone to make sure I don’t miss my stop.’ Joe laughed. Sam’s phone went off. He made his apologies and went to take the call. Joe moved over and sat next to me. ‘Tell me.’ He demanded.
‘Tell you what?’ I shuffled avoiding the questioning.
‘What has happened? You were practically begging me to take you to Sam’s party earlier this week. Now some essays are suddenly due? Come on Kat I’m not stupid.’
‘Nothing honest.’ I stared him in the eye but he knew I was lying. I sighed. ‘Well . . .’ I started to play with a loose thread in my leggings. ‘I just . . . saw him . . .’ I cleared my throat. I couldn’t tell Joe that Rhys has cheated on me. How would that affect him and Sam? I wouldn’t let my relationship jeopardise his friendship.
‘Kat.’ Sam came in saving me. ‘That was Rhys, he told me to tell you that he wants a word.’ Sam held the phone out to me. What do I do? I can’t say no, I’m busy. I took the phone and walked into my room.
‘Hello’ I whispered shutting my door.
‘Come on Saturday. Please.’
‘I-‘Rhys had hung up before I could protest. I went back into the living room, handed Sam back his phone and sat down.
‘So,’ Joe asked ‘Are you coming?’
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The Letter That was Never Meant To Be Sent
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