Three words

Chapter one

Chrissy's POV

The couple in the booth in front of me were making out, clear above the backs of their seats.

It wasn't a pretty sight, yet I still admired their confidence and strength to kiss in public.

It's not like I'm a loner, which most times I am, but I'm never really into a relationship that ever goes as far as to make out in public.

I ran my hands through my just-past-the-shoulder length natural-brown-died-blond hair and sighed.

I stood up abruptly and slowly walked out of the café.

I didn't leave a tip, no one had even come to serve me.

I walked down the streets of Bradford, West Yorkshire, England and gripped my leather jacket close to me. It was cold, but by now, the snow was pouring down.

I trudged my way along until I felt my phone vibrate in my back pocket. I usually never got texts, mostly because I'm not one to make friends.

I took my phone out and looked at the text.

'Will you be aright at home alone tonight honey? I was called into a last minute meeting. I left some money on the counter, get yourself some dinner and rent a movie or something. Love you lots, Mum. xx'

I read the first word an instantly knew I'd be home alone again. It wouldn't have to be this way if my bitch of a father hadn't left my mum and I at age 16.

I shook my head, wiped the warm tears that had begun trickling down my rosy cheeks, and stuffed my phone into my pocket. I started walking again, finally acknowledging that I'd stopped while reading the text, and walked across the street.

My hair kept falling out of it's pony tail and whipped into my face as I kept walking.

I honestly wished a magical boy who'd be my brother and best friend would pop up out of the blue at this point, but as I turn around, all I see are icy roads, snowed over sidewalks, and the rusted old lampposts that'd been installed God knows how long ago to light up the streets. But as my mum stated, they were never lit up.

I looked ahead of me and fighted back the scream that was forcing it's way up my throat. This was frusterating, not having any friends, barely seeing my mum, and having to walk everywhere.

I arrived at the neighborhood that my mum's designing job had managed to land us and trudged through the gates. Our house was positioned near the front of the neighborhood and was probably one if the biggest.

The gray sweatpants that I'd chosen to wear today had clung to my legs against the wind and the snow that made my clothes damp and clammy.

My black long sleeve shirt was also plastered to my torso,deeming me freezing. The brown leather jacket and brown laced up boots didn't compliment the outfit either, making it more cold by deflecting warmth.

I reached my front door and took out my key, unlocking it and waddling inside. I closed the door behind and and locked it before going upstairs to my room to change.

My room was semi-large, holding only a desk piled with pencils,paper, and my MacBook laptop, a king sized bed that was covered in light green sheets that complimented the green pillows and pine green walls, and a large walk-in closet along with a large bathroom beside it.

I went inside my bathroom with a fresh pair of clothes and turned the shower on hot, hoping it could thaw me out by supper.

I peeled off my clothes and took my hair out of it'a matted ponytail. I stepped inside the shower and decided on using the soaps and cleansers that my mom had forever insisted on me using.