Picking Up The Broken Pieces

03. THE PLAN ~

After hours of sitting on my bed, browsing the internet for apartments, I'd given up. It was now 3:00pm, and I'd found nothing. Absolutely nothing. My dad had occasionally knocked on my door asking if I was okay and needed any help but due to my stubbornness, I thanked him  and told him I'd do it myself.

However, after endless hours of searching, and nothing gained; I felt the need to go and ask him for help. It was pointless sitting in my room any longer agitated and flustered, driving myself crazy. Literally crazy.

After shutting my laptop, I let out a long sigh. I didn't want to move, but staying here alone was not an option. It was unbearable thinking that only a month ago, I'd have been sat on the sofa watching some garbage on the TV whilst leaning on my mums shoulder. Living in this house alone, without my dad, was unimaginable and I was finally coming to the realisation that he was right. I needed to move on. There was no point holding onto memories in this house, because frankly, they weren't going to be re-lived. However much I missed mum, I needed to move out and find my feet somewhere else. And that was exactly what I was hoping to be able to do with the help of my dad.

As I walked into the kitchen, dad was busy on his laptop, I assume working. I felt bad for disturbing him but who else would I go to for help?

"Dad?" I ask, as he peers at his screen, his brow furrowed. He looks up and smiles at the mention of his name.

"Yes love? I was hoping you'd come on down soon. I've been looking at apartments for you, I hope you don't mind me showing you some?"
I raise my eyebrows in surprise. So he wasn't working. But instead helping me look for an apartment!

"That's what I was coming down to discuss dad. I hope you've had better luck than me, I can't find anything reasonable" I stress to him as he looks at me concerned.

"Come and sit here and we'll have a quick look together. I've found a few you might like, but it'd mean moving out of the city..."
I smile. That was my initial idea anyway. I pull out the stool next to him and sit down with ease. His computer screen is full of pricey, posh apartments.
My eyes are instantly drawn to a modern looking apartment based in a small, seaside town that I'm familiar with.

"Dad! Look, it's Teignmouth! You and mum took me there when I was 6, I swore that I was gonna live there when I was older!"

He chuckles at my excitement and clicks on the link which opens up a new tab filled with information about the pricey apartment.

"You wouldn't mind living there then?" He asks questioningly.

"It looks lovely. Although, it's expensive."
He looks at me and smiles again,

"Don't you worry about that, the amount of money in your bank will cover that and a car."
I stare at him in disbelief and he chuckles again,
"Ashley, I've got a decent job, earning decent money, trust me, the money I gave you is the least of my worries so don't even think about feeling bad."

"But-d..."

"No but's ash, and you're not changing my mind either. Now, how about we take a trip down there tomorrow eh? I'll call the owner and see if we can arrange that?"
I'm surprised by his request because honestly, I had no idea he was so eager to do this for me.

"That'd be great dad" I smile and give him a hug before getting off my stool and walking over to the fridge to get a glass of milk.

"Great, I'll go grab the phone. I'll let you know what they say."

He smiles and walks out of the kitchen. Minutes later I hear him pick up the phone and moments after that, he's talking to whoever owns "Ashen apartments".

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FINALLY!
Ashley's found an apartment she likes! What do you think? Will she get the apartment she dreams of, or will she have to look for a new one?
Find out, in the next chapter!
~HellNo19