The Holiday That Changed My Life

Part Seventy One

I eventually got home for about half past ten after a mad day at work with a number of mistakes and problems that's too big to count. But I eventually got them all sorted and everything from now on should be running smoothly. Admittedly, I do feel bad for kicking Aston out of my office like that but he knew I didn't mean it, he knew I was just stressed out, I'd never normally kick him out of my office.

Once I got home, I took a long shower before sticking on my comfies and heading downstairs to get something to eat. I couldn't be bothered waiting ages for something to cook so I got a microwave meal out of the freezer and stuck it in the microwave, setting the time for three minutes. I hopped up onto the counter and grabbed my phone out of my pocket, seeing no messages from Aston. I lightly tapped on the back of my phone before deciding to text him first,

[i got off work a little earlier than I thought, fancy coming over? xx]

My meal was soon ready so I stuck it on a plate and went into the living room, switching the TV on to watch some shitty programme while I ate my tea. I kept checking my phone to see if Aston had replied but he's not just yet. But once I'd finished eating, I left my plate on the coffee table before opening up the conversation to see that Aston had already read the message as soon as I sent it, so why hasn't he replied?

I took my plate into the kitchen and loaded it into the dishwasher before calling Aston, only for him to decline the call. Why wasn't he speaking to me? I called him three more times, the same thing happening each time before I got a text through,

[stop calling me, I don't want to talk to you]

And I think my heart might've just been torn in two. My own boyfriend doesn't even want to speak to me? Was I really being that much of a bitch today?

I have to make this right between us. I turned everything off and slipped my converse on before locking up and getting into my car. I can't believe I acted that way towards him before. I made my own boyfriend hate me!

I calmed myself down before starting up the car and heading off to Astons house. I was running all the ways I could apologise through my head, all the scenarios of when I'd turn up at his front door. I couldn't lose Ast, I just can't. He's the only man to ever treat me like he does, who loves me for real, who actually wants me.

But then the worst thing happened.

Just as I turned into Astons street, a delivery truck came speeding out of nowhere, causing me and my car to smack straight into the front of it. The sounds of the car horns soon fading away as everything turned to black.