Abandoning Ally

Chapter Twenty

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I know that it has been a while but here is the latest update of Abandoning Ally. 

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I rolled over onto my side, my hand sliding under my pillow to support my now tilted head. My eyes adjusted from the sleep, allowing me to read the red numbers highlighted on my alarm clock that sat on my desk. The sun was beginning to stream inside through the cracks of my curtains, telling me that it was morning and that the sun was out. 

I pushed back on my hands and sat up against the headboard. I leant over and grabbed one of the pillows that were sitting on the edge of my bed and placed it behind my head. I reached over to my bedside cabinet, flicked the lamp switch on and grabbed my diary that was sitting beside it.

In one swift motion, a dim yellow light illuminated my darkened room. I pulled my knees up so I could rest the book on it and opened it to start my next entry.

Dear mum,

I just had this amazing dream, you, dad and Martha were in it. It started after my date with Noah, which happened last night.

I arrived back at Martha's house. Which I have no idea why, I mean, I went to Martha's house the day before with Marie, but I don't know why she was in my dream, I would have thought it would have been you and Marie. 

But anyway, Noah walked me all the way up to the door and gave me a kiss on the cheek before he said goodbye. I then walked inside and you, dad and Martha were all sitting around her wooden kitchen table, drinking tea from Martha's white china cups and talking about hospitals, of all things. And as soon as you saw me, you jumped up and gave me this big hug that allowed for me to mould myself around you. You sat me down and dad made a comment about girl talk and football and went into the living room.

You rolled your eyes and then told me to ignore him. You then adjusted yourself so you were in front of me and then you, Martha and I chatted about my date. You asked for every single detail that you could get, what did he wear? what I wore? Did he open my door? Did he pay? was he a gentleman? etc etc. The integration and questions were endless.

You had this big smile that reached the top of your cheeks and it was so contagious that even when I woke up, just before, I was smiling like an idiot.

Mum, this date was perfect and it made me so very happy. It was a date that I would want to happen again; but deep down, I feel guilty. Why should I be happy if you and dad can't be here to share the happiness with me? And then, why do I feel that I can trust Noah. Why is it so easy to talk to him about anything.

There is just something about him, mum, I can tell him anything. I know I should be freaking out when talking about my past, either worrying about his pity or sympathy that he would have for me or the usual responses when people hear parts of my past. However, when I was with him, that was the last thing on my mind.

I felt like I could tell him anything and not worry about his reaction like he wouldn't think any differently of me from it. Did you know he had a similar situation like I did, his biological mother dropped him off at his dad's without a single word which is sort of how it was with me? It makes me feel just a little bit more normal.