Love Hurts.

Chapter 17

SARAH’S POV:

I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand, and slumped down on to my bed. I can’t believe I had just said that to him…well he didn’t ring back so he obviously doesn’t feel the same way. At least I know now, at least I can say I tried.

I guess I always knew deep down there was no chance of it working; he was older and beautiful with an amazing personality, then I was just me, plain old me. I was nothing important.

 I still couldn’t help but feel like such an idiot, my heart was in absolute pieces and my belly was just doing constant flips which wasn’t helping, It made me feel as though I was going to be sick. I wiped my tear stained cheeks and quickly made my way to the bathroom unnoticed.

I splashed some cold water on my face to try and lessen the redness of it, god I hated how my face went when I cried, all red and blotchy. It was awful! After a while I decided you couldn’t tell I had being crying. I dawdled for another few minutes then went downstairs to my mum who was sat staring at her phone which lay solely in the middle of the table, clearly hoping for a phone call which I knew she was never going to get.

“Mum don’t stress about it.” I said trying to make it sound like an throw away comment.

“I’m not.” She snapped in return,

“Well he’s probably disappeared like he used to before, get over it. He’s always been a dick.” I said aggressively.

“Don’t you dare talk about him like that; he has always been there for you. He’s supported this family, it’ll will be you that has sent him off again I’ll bet.” She shouted back in frustration.

Not bearing to hear anymore I ran out of the house in tears, how the hell could she say those things, if she only knew.

I knew I couldn’t blame her, it was my choice not to say anything, but I couldn’t bear repeating it, and then if she didn’t believe me, or if she did and I had to tell the police...I didn’t know which sounded worse.

I began running up my drive, as I did I ran into a strong, familiar pair of arms which embraced me fiercely.

I looked up and thought I was dreaming as I saw Connor’s beautiful face, he cupped his hands around my face and took in my devastated face before enveloping me in another hug and gently walking me into the direction of his car, once we were inside his car without a word, he drove me away from my living nightmare.

‘Why were you at my house?’ I asked quietly, between stifled sobs.

‘We’ll talk at my house, if that’s okay? I think we have a lot of catching up to do.’ He replied taking another worried glance at my face.

I nodded as another tear dripped down my cheek, I couldn’t take the picture of my mums face out of my mind, she looked so angry, at me!

I always cause trouble in my family; they would all just be so much better off if I simply disappeared.

I felt something squeeze my hand, I looked down to see Connor’s finger intertwine with mine, shock waves shot up my arm and my heart soared; this had to be fate, no one has ever made me feel like this before.

I didn’t even realise we’d arrived until Connor opened my car door; I was too lost in thought.

We both walked silently up towards his apartment, his hand on the small of my back sent all my nerves into a frenzy. He opened the door and as soon as we were inside with it shut I was trapped in his arms, and I openly sobbed into his shoulder, this was the comfort I needed, the comfort I had been craving.