Daddy simpson

Chapter twenty eight

Mum: what do you mean your coming home?!

I read the message and ignored it, I know I can't get in to the situation I'm in over the phone, it would take way to long and I fear I'd break down.

A tear rolls down my cheek as I lay my head against the window of the bitter cold taxi, "rough day darling?" The driver chirps, clearly he could see the state I was in.

"You could say that" I forced a smile knowing inside I was broken.

I wonder if he really meant all the things he said, there is no way on earth I can forgive him now. I would be stupid too.

I can see him now, grinding up against Sabrina clearly having the time of his life. He doesn't give fuck about who he hurts, just as long as his ego is intact, I scowl at the thought of him and Sabrina.

It feels like forever but we finally pull up outside my little house, I look at the driver for him to break it to me how much I owe him, "look, I can see you've had a tough day and I'd be a dick to charge you the price on the meter so I'll half it. But that's the best I can do or else I'll be in trouble with the boss" he said smiling.

His act of kindness made me tear up, I couldn't quite take in what he's done for me as usually taxi drivers can be arseholes. But this one not only has taken me from Leeds to Manchester which is at least an hour journey but halved the cost.

I pulled out two twenty pound notes and handed it to him whilst trying to smile and not cry for the fifth time tonight. I got out and gave him a quick wave before walking down my drive way and unlocking the door.

I walk in and turn the light on in my dark hallway to find my mum sitting on the bottom step of the stairs.

"Oh Amelia, what's happened love" my mum coo's as she pulls me in for a hug.

"I'll tell you tomorrow mum but for now I need to sleep" I breathe, I'm exhausted and this is the last thing I need.

She's nods understandingly and watches me in pity as I lug my self up my stairs. I open my bedroom door and stare at my freshly made bed and sigh, but for the first time tonight not in disappointment or anger but in relief.

Looking at my bed made me feel at home, it was familiar which I loved. I got my pyjamas on took my makeup off and hopped in.

I was really debating whether or not I should look at my phone, i didn't want the hassle of it if brad had texted me but then again the last time I saw Hannah she was so drunk she passed out and I'd be a bad friend if I didn't text her to make sure she was okay even though I knew she'd be fine.

I press the power button and to my surprise nothing. I thought by now he would of at least been begging me to answer him and saying that he's so sorry over and over again but nope, nothing.

I swipe across and click on mine and Hannah's chat.

Me: hope you're okay gal, my phones broken so I might not be able to text for a while but I'm sure ill see your annoying face soon, lots of love x

I hate having to lie to her, we tell each other everything but I'm not in the mental state to giver her every gory detail just yet, plus I bet she's having an absolute ball (quite literally) with Conor and I would be the worst best friend in the world if I made it all about me when this has been her dream for at least three years.

I switch off my phone and lay on my back trying not to think of the night I'd just had, it was proving very difficult because all I could think of was him.

'All I really want is a shag" I cringe at his words.

I've been so stupid to think that boy could ever remotely care about anyone other than himself. I should of known from the day I met him that he was trouble but as much as I hate to say, I know his stupid little dick head smirk will be forever imprinted in my mind no matter how hard I try to forget him.

I close my eyes and try to drift off not know what tomorrow will bring.

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A/N

Guess who's back and better than ever.

G x