Chapter 3: Don't Talk

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I'd never thought I'd be in this position. Saying goodbye to my closest and most dearest friend, Mark. He was moving all the way to Canada. I'm going to miss him so much.
Hours after he left I was still sat in the departure lounge, I couldn't bring myself to move. I was thinking about Alfie. He was on a business trip in LA and he might not be back for Christmas, I was praying this wouldn't happen.

I finally got up and drove myself home, it had been such an emotional day, I couldn't wait to get home. Alfie was still on my mind and how I could smell that perfume on him a couple of weeks ago. I decided to forget about it, it was probably just my mind playing tricks, but he was acting weird.

When I finally arrived home, the sky was grey and looked like it was about to rain. I grabbed my bag and dashed in. I went up stairs and ran a bath. But I heard something. Someone was in the house. I started breathing heavily. It couldn't of been a burglar. I locked all the doors and the windows weren't broken or open. I hated creeping around my own house. I went up the stairs to the second floor and someone came round the corner! "Ahhhh!" I screamed. It was Alfie, what was he doing back. He stood there gobsmacked, and in his underwear. His face got redder and redder by the second. I pushed past him and walked into the room behind him. Tanya was laying there on the sofa, wearing just her underwear also. I knew what was going on here.
I ran downstairs! I didn't want to be here. He followed me and grabbed my arm.
"Zoe!!" He shouted. "Please!"
"Don't talk to me" I said.
"But Zoe Pleas-" He said. I cut him off.
"GET OUT! And you too!" I yelled and I pushed him out of the front door.

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