The Other Part of Me

Chapter 4

It's around 11 by the time I get in bed. My dad was already asleep when I came home, he hasn't been the same since the death of my mother.

Exhaustion sets on my eyes as I switch the lamp off and snuggle deep into the covers wrapping them securely around me for warmth that I have been missing for a couple of years now, although I know the sheets will become a tangled mess in the morning.

I wake up earlier than usual as my alarm hasn't sounded yet. A soft breeze causes goosebumps to form on my arms. I get out of bed and walk towards the open window. I didn't have it open last night and I don't sleep walk.

I sit back down on my bed and switch my alarm off. I then noticed the item on my bedside table. A to go cup of coffee. A note is attached to the side.

I saw you didn't order a coffee on your date last night so I thought I would bring you your favourite. I have missed you beautiful.
-Theo xx

I drop the note and watch it swirl to the floor. My heart is beating erratically. Is this some prank? No it can't be. I'm frozen to the spot until my dad opens my bedroom door and tells me he is leaving for work, not even noticing that somethings wrong, incredibly wrong.

My hands shake as I grab the steaming coffee and take a sip. He hadn't forgotten my favourite, a latte with whipped cream and chocolate powder. I haven't bought or even thought about this drink since he left. It's quite ironic that this is my favourite coffee as our group nickname was 'LATTE' as all of our names spell it. A our most common meeting place was a coffee shop not far from school. We would meet up after school or during school and hang there all day or before we came up with ideas of how to spend the day. I miss the boys as much as I don't want to admit it but they made me happy.

I get ready for school and make my way downstairs to get some breakfast. I can only appetite an apple. Someone knocks on my door and I open it to reveal a delivery man holding a box of red roses.

"Are you Thea Matthews?"

"Yep that's me"

He hands me the roses and I place them on my counter. He hold a clipboard towards me and points to a dotted line.

"Please sign here"

I sign as he says and he folds the clipboard away.

"Enjoy the flowers" he says with a chuckle and mumbles " young love" before walking away. I close the door and read the label. I was wondering if they were from Xavier but then I realise that I only told him my favourite colour not flower.
The label reads:
Your beauty doesn't compare                   to these roses!                                                 -Theo xx

A lump forms in my throat. I hate him so much!

I grab my keys from the cabinet draw and open my garage. I haven't driven my car in 2 year either. Everything reminds me of him especially as he bought it for my 17th birthday. I pull the protective cover off my red Mercedes and unlock it. I slide into the drivers seat and memories come flashing back. Most are happy however some are truly heart-breaking and sad. remembering them is like going though it all over again. Tears well up in my eyes but I blink them away.

I take a deep breathe to prepare myself for the day. I will have to, at some point,  tell the boys about my gifts and who they were given by. I take another sip of my now warm latte, and place it into the cup holder.

I pull into the school car park. All five of us had our own parking space next to each other and no one would ever park there. The spaces were the ones closest to the school so we wouldn't have to walk far or have to hunt for our car at the end of the day when we so desperately want to leave.