Chapter Fourteen

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Chyna

He didn't push me to speak but I muttered through tears "Thank you,". Sometimes it wasn't about the emotional advice given but the prescence of a friend that made it all the better.

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Chyna

Today was the second day that the White's had been on their holiday to Thailand. But about the 100th time they had called to check on us. Each time they were surprised to hear that nothing bad had happened yet. Excluding the fact that I went to meet my dad. Xavier and I decided it was best to just keep it a secret.

After last night, we had a chat about what happened. More like, I talked and he listened. He didn't rush me or scold me for the amount of times I had a breakdown. And after yesterday I reliased something that I had been pushing to the back of my mind. I had feelings for Xavier.

Looking back at him, who wouldn't? He was blessed with looks and had always come back to my aid even when we stopped talking to eachother. He was the perfect guy. Handsome, caring and reliable.

But he proberbly didn't feel the same way. And seeing as we were on just speaking terms there was no point in pushing the boat too far out. He would be gone off to his posh private school in a matter of time and from all those rom-coms I watched. Long distance relationships never lasted long.

I had made breakfast since I was the only one capable of handling a frying pan and toaster without burning the house down. Surprisingly, Jennie had come down to eat breakfast and everything was normal, we laughed as they told me about the mischevious things they would get up to as children. Or how their grandma used to always buy them junk food secretly when there mother decided the whole family would become vegetarians. Even Mrs White wasn't keen on the idea as they caught her eating a chicken. She did it to follow the trend within her woman's book club.

Then it dwelled upon me that my childhood wasn't so bad. I was the eldest but always felt like my mother was just an older sister. She made such an impact on my life in the time that she was here with me. That her being replaced seems like an irregularity in my life. Then I felt a hand swipe across my cheeks and I realised that I had been crying. Xavier had wiped away a stray tear snd said " It's alright you know you have got us hasn't she?". And Jennie nodded. That had brought a warm feeling in my heart, to know I had people on my side.

Then the doorbell rang and we all looked around at each other we weren't expecting anyone. To say that my heart hadnt picked up its pace was a utter lie. Then the door knob starting turning vigorously and I felt sick to my stomach because my body was frozen in fear. But snapping out of my day dream I realised Xavier had been making his way to the door and when he opened it he froze.

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"And then your grandpa and I-". Jennie had put her hand over Grandma Thora's mouth and said "I think we can end the story here, I would prefer to not have nightmares,". We all laughed uncontrollably because once we found that the burgular at the door was none other than Nana Thora, she had been bombarding us with stories about things she had got up to. She wasn't very old but she wasn't in her twenties anymore.

"Mrs Thora would you like a glass of iced tea or lemonade,?". She went silent. "Oops, am sorry,". She had told me many times since she entered the house that I shouldn't call her Mrs Thora, that it made her sound ancient. She wanted me to call her Grandma but I felt awkard. I had never met any of my grandparents but even then I had no relationship with her. "I am sorry, Nana Thora what would you like,?".

"Iced tea would be nice, love,". I made my way to the kitchen and made the iced tea, that was all my dad used to drink growing up. Then when I was leaving the kitchen I bumped into someone and the drink spilled over them rather than me. "I am so, so sorry,". It was Jennie's grandma, and she didn't even shout or look angry, she put her hands on my shoulder and said "Please sit down I would like to talk to you,".

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