One More Chance

Chapter 19

A small filler before the main plot unveils! Comment below if you’re Team Hanessa or Team Vaze! I can’t pick the ship name!

Chapter 19

“Carding Mill Valley?” I asked him, as I read the board on the side of the road.

“I want to show you something,” he replied and glanced at my shoes. “You need to get out of that. I’ve got a spare pair of trainers in the boot,”

I looked at my purple sandals with 3 inch heels, the expensive pair I had bought in Lipsy. 

“What’s wrong with these?” I asked him, getting out of the car. He had already opened the boot and was digging through.

“We’re walking,” he said and chucked me a pair of old, muddy trainers. He threw it at my stomach, and I caught it in a cradling way so my dress ended up muddy.

“Haze!” I hissed. “My dress?”

He gave it a quick glance. “It’ll wash off. Now, walk,”

He steered my shoulders and turned me around, causing me to trip and fall.

“Hurry and change your shoes,” 

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My feet sunk into the soft ground as I trudged behind Haze. The sound of the river flowing, mixed with the chirps of the birds and the whoosh of the wind sent a calming chill down me. The river flew endlessly, in a tireless, effortless grace, streaking down the grass banks and weathered rocks. The trees stood proud, some still bare with winter, some with leaves on their thin, but strong skeleton. The path stretched through the Y shaped valley, mist settling on the highest peaks. The sky was a bad of crystals with the sun shining like an accessory. 

“It’s beautiful here,” I whispered to him.

He turned around and looked at my face, to see whether I was joking or not. When he saw I was serious, he smiled slightly.

“You’re the only person who didn’t complain about this,” he said. “Except…”

“Except?” I asked.

“Hannah,” he said. “She loved this place. We always came here when we were kids,”

 Held his hands and squeezed. We carried on walking, hand in hand. Our fingers weren’t entwined like a couples, but I held his like a mother held her child’s whilst crossing the road. 

“I know what it’s like to lose someone too,” I told him, my heart pounding.

His graze met my eyes, questioningly.

My fingers shook, and he changed the position of his hand. Suddenly, our fingers were entwined. Like a couple. 

“You can tell me,” he said. “I trusted you with Hannah,”

I felt like he was asking for something that I owed him. He wanted this secret. I could tell by his hungry eyes. He wants a part of me. 

“My mom died when I was 5. She got cancer and promised me she’d get better. Her friend looked after me, but when she got worse, I was sent back to care. And then she left and I was stuck there,”

“You grew up in care?” he asked me.

I nodded. I bit my cheeks and waited for him to say something that proved my fears of him thinking lowly of me for growing up in a Home with a capital ‘H’.

Instead he hugged me.

“I bet that was hard,” he said, but I was listening to his beating heart in his tight chest that moved up and down whilst breathing.

“You’ve been through a lot, haven’t you Vanessa?” he asked.

“So have you,” I replied.

He shook his head. “When Hannah left, I had mom and Jared and Josh. You had…no one,”

He looked at me differently. He didn’t see me as the pretty, clueless blonde with the trust fund and careless London ways. He saw the struggling girl with no love and no money. 

The trouble was that both of the girls weren’t me. I was both.

We had reached a rocky area, alongside a shallow gorge, about 5 meters deep. We walked along it, the sound of the water blocking out any noise. We didn’t speak. Instead, we focused on our paces and stepping stones, making sure not to fall. He stayed a few steps behind me, protectively.

“Where are we going?” I called.

“You’ll see,”

We saw tiny waterfalls, about a meter high. It wasn’t like Nigara Falls, but enough to be classed as a waterfall because the river water fell from a high piece of rock to another.

Then, the sound became louder and louder, and I could make out a larger water fall. It was only 10 meters high, but breath taking for someone’s first encounter. The water fell in clear and white ribbons, meeting at the bottom with a splash. 

“Wow,” I whispered. “It looks beautiful,”

But he wasn’t looking at me. He was watching my reaction, but had got distracted by something else.

“You,” he whispered, close enough for me to hear. “Are beautiful,”

And he grabbed my shoulders tightly and slammed his body against mine in a hungry kiss.

Hey, how is everyone? I hope the media section works, but if it doesn’t and you really want to see the place, then google search Carding Mill Valley. We went on a field trip there and it is absolutely beautiful, and as I was walking down, I was making up this chapter in my head.

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