Chapter 6

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It's funny how I haven't thought much about dad or Ruby...I would of thought that I would be thinking about them all the time...but I'm not. I hadn't asked my mum about it much as I didn't want to upset her...Adam never spoke about dad and he never really saw Ruby.

Ever since the day she was born Ruby was my dad's favourite...he told her he loved her constantly and how proud he was of me, but he just didn't batter an eyelid at me. I used to play football on the day I would see him. It would be our quality time with each other. But he never cared, I would get into the car and he would be on the phone to one of his many girlfriends...he would take me to the local takeaway, give me money and I go and get food.

One time I remember I was ill so I didn't go to football. He picked me up from my house and he made me go food shopping for him while I was so ill I could barely stand up. I told mum I didn't want to go but she never listened she told me it would be good for us to get along but once again mum never cared about my feelings.

Adam is the only one that understands me. But he is in the royal marines and hardly ever comes home which just makes my life a misery. He just loves me for who I am not who mum wants me to be...he can always make me smile even at the worst of times.

I woke up the next morning to read a note from my mum saying she was going away for a couple of weeks and that Adam would be coming home on the weekend for a few days to see me. £300 were left in a purse next to the note. You see this is what my mum does, whenever she gets stressed she goes on holiday with "a friend from work" who is obviously her boyfriend she just can't admit it to me. But it got even worse...

Adam called me telling me he can't come home this weekend as he has been shipped of for some undercover stuff. So I was going to be home alone for three weeks. WITH ONE LEG! I can barely shower by myself. I was sat on my sofa at half five in the morning trying to come up with an idea, it then hit me. I grabbed my phone from the side and left a message to my gang and told them that if they want they can stay at my house for a few weeks as I'm home alone.

The twins were the first to answer saying they would love to. Then it was Sophie who told me that her dad was away as well and she was definitely coming. Brent was next who just sent me a thumbs up and winky face emoji...that boy is a nightmare. And finally, Ryan said of course he would which made my heart skip a beat. It was a struggle but I finally managed to get ready. As I was slowly hobbling my way into the kitchen the doorbell rang. I opened it and all 5 of them were stood in my doorway with plenty of bags.

"hello my lovely hostess where shall we put our stuff" Ryan said sweetly making me giggle and blush. Oh I am crushing so hard right now.

"just over in the living room to the left" I said smiling as they piled their way in. Brent waved at me from the living room door and I just rolled my eyes and laugh. I heard shouting and laughing from the living room and Ryan came walking out smiling as always. "hello how can I help?" I asked as I began to make my lunch.

"well I just want you to know if there is anything you need help with or doing that me and the crew are here. Obviously the girls will help you with...girl things and...showering and that but anything else just call me and I'll come running" he said making me smile. Before I could answer I had a sharp pain in my leg and I fell on the floor crying out in pain. "Amber are you ok? Have you hurt your other leg?" he asked panicked. Everyone came rushing in and Ryan came around the other side of the counter and crouched down inspecting my leg.

"I'm fine im just struggling with my leg at the minute" I said trying to stand up but I fell back down again.

"maybe you should use the wheelchair for a few days just to take the pressure off your leg" Ryan said.

"ugh I hate it but fine" I grumbled making Mia and Sophie laugh. Ryan wheeled it around the counter and lifted me into it making Brent whistle. I picked up a banana from the fruit bowl and lobbed it at Brent hitting him square in the face. We all burst out laughing as Brent fell, pretending to cry. He then got up and on the floor, was now a mushy splodge of banana. Well this is going to be an eventful two weeks.


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