The Very Secret Affair (Discontinued)

Part 9 - Eventful.

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I rummaged my side bag, that I only remembered I had taken, in search for my Oyster card. Hopefully it was in there. I had about £5 on it, which was certainly enough. If it wasn't in there, then my plans would be over and I would have to return back "home" because I didn't have any money on me. It wasn't there. I sighed and made my way back, maybe it just wasn't meant to be. As I was walking I tripped over my shoe laces. It was like I was a magnet to pain. It didn't hurt though, because my hands thrust themselves out so I didn't do that much damage. I only had a few cuts on my hands. In front of me, was my oyster card. Maybe it was meant to be? I smiled and the endorphins produced covered my pain and shock from the fall. I picked it up and brushed myself. I placed my oyster back in my pocket, the plan was still on. I took a 451 to Green-borough tube-station. People kept starring at me on the bus. I tried to ignore them. The bus smelt really badly of fish. I hoped that the girl causing this could smell it and close her legs. I was put off tuna for at least a month. There was graffiti on the seat in front of me. It said, "if you want me call 079 4get it!" I rolled my eyes when I saw this, as I didn't see the need for that to be written.  

"Green-borough tube-station" said the robot voice lady on the bus. Relief filled my body. I could finally get off that bus. I pressed the bell and made my way downstairs. I took my bag from the bag spot and waited for the driver to stop. The lady thing repeated the stop again and the doors slid open. Green-borough station, there I was.  

I made my way down the ramp. My bag seemed like it was getting heavier each time I dragged it. But I had to keep going. I tapped my Oyster on the Oyster checker. It said I had £7.68 on there. How did that get on there? I didn't even know. But I didn't care, as long as I was going to Oliver's house, I didn't care! There was a shop outside the tube station. You wouldn't understand how much in need of a drink I was. I tried my luck, what was I to loose?  

"Excuse me. Can I Have that orange juice there? No not that one. Yes, that one." I asked.  

"£1.20 please." He said, handing me the drink. I could hear the train coming. Was I going to make a run for it? Heck yes! I grabbed the drink and pulled my suitcase as fast as I could. He had a quick reaction, and jumped over his counter and chased me. I could feel the adrenaline being released into my body. The hairs on my neck stood up. My body went into danger mode as it sprinted for the train, the man close behind me. All this for a drink, was I serious? What had gotten into me, seriously? The train was within a meters reach, I chucked my suitcase on first. Was I going to make it? Was he going to catch me? I jumped on the tube as quick as I could. He grabbed my leg, which was extremely dangerous as the doors were closing. People watched in amaze.  

"Get off me" I yelled, as I tried my best to shake him off. I screamed loudly, as I released my foot from his grasp. The doors closed. I was safe. I smiled at him through the window. I could see him cursing, but I didn't care. I panted heavily as I found a seat on the tube.  

Some next tramp guy approached me.  

"What was that all about, dear?" The nosy bastard asked.  

"Don't worry. He tried to.. assault me." I lied, knowing I couldn't tell him the truth.  

"What the..? Surely we should call the police?" My eyes widened.  

"No, no!" I assured him. "Everything's in good hands."  

"Who's hand's?" He asked, not quite understanding the phrase.  

"Everything's OK. I'm OK. Don't worry about me."  

"If your sure little las." I smiled at him as he returned to his own seat. I took a sip out of my stolen orange juice as my panting gradually got slower. What just happened?  

As I sat down in my chair, I realized going to live with Oliver might not be such a good idea. I had only known him like 2 minutes, and didn't even know his name until like the day before. But then I remembered the kiss, and felt like it was meant to be. Then I quickly snapped myself out of it. It was stupid. He could of been a rapist or a serial killer for all I knew? But he was a doctor, so I highly doubted it. I stopped thinking for a while, and realized I had nowhere else to go.I rested my eyes for a while, until I reached Barkford Station. I took a deep breathe in and pulled my suitcase all the way out to the exit. I sat on my suitcase for a while, knackered. The only energy I had left was from the fact that I was near Oliver's flat. I guessed it was a flat by the "a".  

"Excuse me?" I said, sleepily.  

"Er, yes dear?" A women answered.  

"Do you know how to get to Grechant Road?" I Asked. She thought for a while before replying,  

"I'm afraid not. Sorry." Then she walked on. I tried again.  

"Excuse me? Yeah, Hi. Do you know how to get to Grechant Road?" I asked.  

A Man answered, "Yes." I smiled, in delight.  

"You take the 561 to Herchford Gardens. You get off there. The road is on the left of the Gardens." Oh no. Not more bus rides.  

"How many stops is that?"  

"Only 1 or 2. You could even walk it if you liked. It's a straight route."  

"Thanks so much, sir." I replied, as I plodded onwards. Blackness filled the sky and coldness filled the air. I rubbed my arms in hope I would get warmer, I didn't. It was about a 10 minute walk to get to the Gardens, so when I got to Grechant Road I was relieved. There was one more thing that managed to make me angry though. The road started with 1015, and he lived at 67a. I put my head in my hand and screamed to myself. But if I wanted to get there, that's what I had to do. I walked and walked. Not even bothering to look back even though it was night time. I drank the remaining juice before dashing it under a car. It felt like I was walking down that road forever! When I finally got there, I was actually so happy, happier than when my social worker gave me the news that I could live with my mum. I knocked on the door. Everything froze for a minute before a manly voice shouted "one minute!"  

I was quite annoyed at this. I had travelled all that way and I still had to wait "one minute" before I could be let in. He opened the door and I could feel the heat hit my face. His top needed a good iron. I let myself in as I said "nice place you got here."  

His house was nice. It was painted white so everything seemed bigger. He had a small black dining table made out of thick glass. His checked floor really brought out the black border of the house. As you entered there was a hallway. The door to his kitchen was open slightly, and I could see movement.  

"Who else is here?" I Asked him, suspiciously.  

"Oh no-one." He replied. I didn't believe him and went to check it out for myself. I was astonished at the person sitting there.  

"Mum! What the fuck are you doing here?!" ...