A Better Life...In London?

Chapter 7.

Hey lovely's, i don't like this chapter and i'm not very proud of it if i'm going to be very honest. But i wanted to upload, i've not proof-read it, because i'm lazy and it's 4:30am in the morning, i'm sleepy.

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Chapter 7.

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My eyes shot open as my heart rate increased rapidly. My palms started to sweat and my whole body started to heat up as my heart thudded against my ribcage. I breathed heavily as i tried to calm down from the dream I had every couple of weeks, but it wasn’t a dream, it was more like a nightmare. No one knows to this day, about my nightmare, except Callum, he knows I have a nightmare about...him.  But nobody knows about that night, and what happened. Not. One. Person. But, i wanted it to stay that way, i didn’t want anyone to ever know what happened to me. I’d rather keep it a secret, even though i know i shouldn’t, i needed too.

I recovered from my shaken up nightmare I had, I sometimes had tried to convince myself to go and see a doctor, about my dream. But telling a doctor, would lead to everybody knowing about it, and i didn’t want that. But on the other hand, i needed help. I would get this one, certain nightmare every few weeks, it would hold the same scene, the same people, the same speech. Everything would be the same, it would frighten me. I would wake up, sweating and feeling like my heart was going to drop into my shoes.

The warm morning sun wasn’t helping me much as it peered through my blinds, making the room even warmer. I listened to the birds tweeting outside, the sound relaxed me, it made me feel calmer and happier. I had gone asleep last night with a huge smile on my face, until my phone beeped. But, knowing it was most probably my crazy, mad stalker, i ignored it. I didn’t really fancy looking at it. I didn’t want to look at it.

I didn’t want to tell anyone about this sender, it would just cause more trouble and more people worrying about me when they don’t need to. I don’t need anyone to worry about me. I hate it when people worry about me. But what got me the most, was who could have my number? And who could hold vital information about me?

I climbed lazily out of the bed, knowing i wasn’t going to be doing much today as it was a Sunday. I headed from the bathroom, taking off my clothes and throwing them in my washing basket. Instantly feeling the warmth and sweat from my body cool slightly, i stepped into the shower cubicle. Once stood, I gently turned the water temperature and the jets from the shower head raced out, I changed it to the temperature I usually had every time i showered. I stepped out, waiting until the water was the correct temperature.

Once the temperature had been reached, I stepped further into the shower, deciding gathering up my thoughts in the shower wouldn’t be the best thing to do. As, usually i come out of the shower looking like an old, wrinkled human prune. I did the usual, normal routine i normally did in the shower every morning or evening. Once i had showered, i got out, wrapping the towel around my body, feeling the warm, stuffy air hit my body. After dressing into some clothes, basic joggers and a comfy top, i headed downstairs.

“Good Morning, Ally, sleep well?” Cal asked, as i walked into the living room, sitting next to him on the sofa, i hesitated into whether i should tell him or not, but I fought against it.

“Yeah, i slept okay.” I told him, lying through my own teeth.

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Sender’s P.O.V (Secret Identity). -  A.N- sorry for this, but i’m not ready to give out the truth yet;).