Dear heart, why him? (#WATTYS2018)

Chapter 9

Slamming the front door behind me, I run straight into the garage. Grabbing Alison's bike and sticking my middle finger up to the house. Peddling as fast as my little legs can take me, I let it sink in what just happened. God, I bet my face is a right state, can't actually believe she slapped me. TWICE! When did my life turn to shit? Oh, that's right, the night Alison decided to take her own life and not think about anyone else. I know I shouldn't be blaming her but I do, if she just spoke to me about what was happening maybe just maybe things would be different.

Coming to the coffee shop, I lock Alison's bike up and head inside. Not bothering to look around I head straight for the girl's toilets to check the damage out, here's hoping it isn't as bad as I think it is. Pushing the door open, I take in how posh it actually is. Marble tops with white sparkling sinks. Above the sinks is a big long plain mirror. Taking a breath I don't bother to check out the rest of the place as my head is really starting to hurt. Perfect just what I need, a fat old headache. Lifting up my head to check out the damage my breath catches in my throat.

My hair is a wild mess, sticking out like I've just been dragged through a hedge backward. The right side of my face is all puffy and starting to go a deep reddish color with bits of blue. "Thanks a lot, Kelly."

My eyes are a whole another story, bloodshot and puffy. Not a good look at all, my eyes no longer hold the little bit of brightness I had in them, now they are just dark and dead. Bringing my hand up to the back of my head I wince, hot shooting pain goes straight through my brain.

Jesus, how hard did that crazy woman push me?

The hair on the back of my head feels wet which could only mean one thing, bring my hand back down my thoughts are correct. The back of my head is bloody bleeding, great just great this is all I bloody need. No pun intended.

Turning the tap on I splash my face with cold water trying to bring some of the swellings down. Not that it worked, if anything it just made my face sting like hell. Deciding to pay more attention to the back of my head I grab some paper towels which are sitting next to the sink and run it under the cold water. Taking another deep breath because I know this is going to kill like a little bitch, I bring the paper towel to the back of my head and gently press down.

Braving myself through a painful cleanup, I head back out to the coffee shop and decided a good old cup of tea is needed. heading over to the cashier I order my tea and point to the table I'll be sitting at. Once I've paid and picked up some sugar, I head over to my little table in the corner away from everyone's view. bringing my phone out, looking through the contacts until I see the number I want to call.

Clicking on the number and bringing the phone to my ear, I wait for the ringing. The only problem is the ringing doesn't come instead I get.

"Sorry the number you are trying to call is no longer available"

Had my dad really changed his number? Or has he blocked me? My parents are really something else. What the heck did I do wrong? I wasn't the one who told Alison to do what she did. Why the hell am I being punished?

Bringing the phone down and slamming it on the table, I bring my hands up to hold my head. Why is this happening to me? Losing Alison was really difficult for me, heck its still affecting me. These nightmares haven't stop and I fear they never will. Before my brain takes me down the nightmare road, my tea arrives.

"Here's your tea, is there anything else I can get for you?"

Looking up to the waitress, I'm a bit taken back when I realize its Millie, Millie being Jessica's friend. She has her copper hair pulled back into a high bun and is wearing hardly any make-up. Her eyes look tired and dull, not the bright happy green eyes she always has.