Chapter 3

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               (ARABELLA'S POINT OF VIEW)
I woke up to the sun beaming through the window. I groaned pulling the blanket over my head trying to go back to sleep but that throbbing pain in my head called out for Advil so I got up and I headed down stairs yawning groaning and cursing the bastard who invented alcohol.

''Good morning sleeping beauty.'' I turned my head to see my dad I mumbled morning and took Advil out of the cupboard and sat down groaning into my hands.

''Ms Arabella what would you like for lunch?' the chef asked I looked at the clock seeing it was after 2.

''Just bacon a lot of bacon hold the fat and a white roll please.'' he smiled and nodded walking to the kitchen and I held my head in my hands. ''I told you you're not able for the hangover but no you're able to handle it.'' my dad said I rolled my eyes and winched.

''what you doing today?'' I asked him. ''Nothing, I got up at 10 went to your mom grave for a while then the gym and here we are.'' I nodded.

''I was thinking we could do to dinner tonight just me and you, you know catch up.'' I said he smiled.

''That sound amazing sweetie I'll book a table.'' he said getting up I smiled and nodded and he kissed my head before walking out. I took my phone out of my robe pocket.

To: Halle, Taylor

Dying isn't the word, having dinner with my dad tonight come over around 9 and we'll have a sleep over and spend all day tomorrow pigging out on crap in our Pj's x

I hit send and put my phone back and I read the newspaper then the chef came over with my food.

''Thanks so much.'' my mouth watered and I opened my roll up and put about 6 bacon on it and put loads of ketchup on it and I demolished it in 3 minutes and I put the plate in the sink and went up to my room and I got a shower then got dressed into a nice dress and sandals and my hair straight and I chilled out in my room before meeting my dad down stairs at 6 then we headed to our local restaurant, my favourite.

''So what have you been doing in New Zealand?'' he asked I cut my chicken and looked up at him.

''When I first moved there I spent the first week looking for jobs, I wasn't even a month there and I was working two jobs. I work in the local supermarket from 9-3 for $6 an hour so for my bills and rent I had to take up another job with was working a pub I worked there from 4pm- 2am for $7 an hour. It was hard at the first few months but then I got used to working around my money I got $490 at the end of the week with that job and $252 from the supermarket so I was managing on $742 a week, I didn't go cold or hungry if you are wondering, I had it pretty easy my rent was $600 a month so I still had almost 2 grand a month.''

''Whoa you can take care of yourself alone huh.'' I smiled and nodded. ''Yep, mom always told me only to spend what I need on shopping so I put money away from when the winter came I top up on the gas.'' I said he smiled

''That would have been nice to know, I thought you'd be in a ditch or under a bridge.'' I sighed.

''Dad you have no idea what's it is like.''

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