The Bad Boy Next Door

Chapter 34 - Clark Morris and Fiancés

It's been a month since my first half date with Miles. A month more of living in this oddly refreshing town. A month of getting settled even more. A month more into my Mother's pregnancy which also means another long month of Mum's lies.

My feelings towards this town has developed over the past 30 days. I'm finding myself enjoying its scenery and traditions more and more as the days go on. Something about the people here as well, most of them seem to be so friendly.

I have found myself a small coffee shop called Bobbins down the road from me. I spend most of my days there doing work and reading. With that, I have made friends with the owners of the shop. They are a couple in their sixties, Mr and Mrs Broughton. They told me all about how they fell in love in this town, how they used to attend Openhay Collage together and how there love grows stronger as every day goes by. They even offered me a job there at the weekends and any other day of my choosing. I could really do with the money at the moment and also it gives me something to do.

The weather has been harsher recently. As Christmas is quickly approaching, climates are changing. Weather reports say that there might be a chance of snow next week which has gotten myself and the girls very excited as all the Christmas sales come on which means daily shopping trips to the mall. There is a really good field near by. Not the field at the end of my street where I went one time and met Miles but another field that is bright green with grass which is soon going to be tucked under a heavy blanket of snow. They say it is really good for sledging so that gets me very excited. The first term of Collage ends next week which means we get a long much needed Christmas break.

Dad hasn't been around much recently. His job requires most of his attention nowadays which means we end up not seeing him as much as we normally do.

I don't even know what normal is anymore with my family.

You would have thought with the baby and moving to a new town would bring everyone closer but it has done the complete opposite.

Of course I have been doing lots of check up's on the Clark Morris investigation. The man that is currently stealing my mother away from her family. Every week I am checking up on his Facebook page searching for answers to this messed up situation. I don't know what I am looking for but I just need there to be something that clears this all up.

A wife, a family. Anything. 

Just as I was sat at the kitchen island I had an idea. It was going to be risky but it needed to be done.

I needed to meet Clark Morris.

I needed answers and I needed them fast.

Clicking on the Internet icon on my phone it took me to Facebook with only a few taps on my keyboard. I typed in Clark Morris and immediately his sickening profile popped up on my screen. I scrunched my nose up and tapped on his name harshly. I have no time for this asshole. Luckily, in his profile he had his work contact details, he was good at promoting himself, but he didn't look like someone who did events but instead, an out of date wanna be model.

I took a few seconds to think what I was going to say and when I was happy with my story I typed his number into my mobile. I got this urge of fear as there could be a chance Mum picks up as they work together but then I remembered it's the weekend and Mum is out with friend.

Or that's what she's saying. I don't know the truth anymore.

The phone rung far too many times and just before I was about to hang up a deep husky voice came onto the phone.

"Hello, Clark Morris assistant manager of Gold Events how can I help you?" He said down the receiver. His voice wasn't how I pictured. He had a rich American accent and his enthusiasm had way to much charge surging through it.