“You told me you stopped doing drugs!” I yell at Markus, my about to be ex-boyfriend.
“I don’t see what the big problem is.” Markus sighs.
“Don’t see what the big problem is?! You lied to me! You told me you stopped but you didn’t! You’ve been lying to me for months, Markus, Months!”
“This is the last time! I swear!” Markus pleads.
“You expect me to believe you?” I scoff.
“I’m really going to try to stop this time!”
“No you’re not! You’re a drug addict! You can’t stop!” I retort.
“I can and I will! I will stop!”
“You have no time for me anymore! It’s like I don’t mean anything to you!”
“Please Caroline!” Markus steps towards me but I back away. “I love you!”
“You say that but you won’t remember tomorrow! And I don’t love you anymore!” I scream.
“W-what?” Markus whispers.
“I don’t love you anymore.” Tears start to fill my eyes. “I’m sorry Markus, but we’re done. It’s over. Just stop the drugs, go and find a nice girl and settle down. But that girl isn’t going to be me. I’m not sticking around to watch you ruin your life.” And with that I grab my two bags and storm out the door, slamming it behind me.
I arrive at the train station and get a one way ticket to London. I want a new start so I’m moving from Scotland to London. Markus and I had been living together for six months in Scotland. But I’m not Scottish. I’m English. Anyway, I had been dating Markus for a year and a half. I knew he did drugs in the past. But he said that he stopped about four months after we started dating. It was only when I caught him earlier this evening that I realised he’d been lying. I get on the train and start listening to my iPod, Circle the Drain by Katy Perry starts playing. ‘Oh how lovely!’ I think. ‘This song basically describes the state of my relationship with Markus.’
Many songs later, I finally arrive in London. I get off the train and hail the first passing cab I see.
“Where to?” The cab driver asks as I close the door.
“Um... The nearest hotel please.” I respond.
“Okay.” Then the cabbie drives off to the hotel. The cab arrives and I climb out of the cab. I hand the cabbie the money.
“Thanks.” I say before turning and entering the hotel. I check my watch and discover that the time is 9pm. I walk up to the main desk.
“Hello.” The receptionist greets. “What can I do for you?”
“Can I get a single bedroom for one night?” I ask. I only want to stay for one night, I’ll find a friend to stay with tomorrow.
“Of course.” The woman smiles. “Name?”
“Caroline Hill.”
“Okay.” The receptionist types on her computer and I pay her the money for the room.
“Right, Miss. Hill, your room is number 17.” She turns around and retrieves the key for room 17. “And here’s your key. Have a nice stay.”
“Thanks.” I smile and go to my room.
I drop my bags beside my bed then change into my pyjamas. I’m so tired, I just want to sleep. But before I get into bed my BlackBerry starts ringing. ‘That better not be Markus!’ I check the caller ID and sure enough it’s Markus. I ignore it and put my phone down. A few minutes later, I pick it up again to make a call. I put my phone to my ear and wait for the other person to pick up.
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Hello London
Fanfiction(BBC Sherlock) ~Sherlock Love Story~ After leaving her drug-addicted boyfriend, Caroline moves back to London. In need of a job and somewhere to stay, Caroline contacts an old friend who asks for her help on a case in exchange for a job. But on this...
