'Til I Found You - (A Nathan Sykes Love Story)

Chapter 3 - Confession Time

I pulled the blanket up to my chin, still shivering from the freezing cold. I had just over twenty minutes before I had to be at counselling, leaving me little time to change out of my damp clothes from the previous night. Her words pounded my head ever since they left her lips, leaving my without a wink of sleep since then. ‘Leave and don’t come back’ she told me, ‘Leave and don’t come back.’ My own mother wants me out of her house. What did I ever do for her to hate me? I was an obedient child, I always did my homework, did exactly what she said and was in bed every night before 9:30. It was the same story when I was a teenager. I never went to parties or discos, instead opting to stay in and study, while my so called friends went out and got drunk. I’ve never touched a drop of alcohol in my life, never mind gone out and gotten drunk. I have a fear about alcohol. I guess it was from watching my mum drink that gave me the fear, I never wanted to turn out like her.

I slipped off the blanket before slipping into the top of the first black bag. Right now I had to leave, but I could come back for the bags later once she wasn’t home. Since she kicked me out in such short notice, I had nowhere to go and ended up staying in the cubby house. I was afraid of my life staying there, but it wasn’t too bad seeing as though it was already bright. I rubbed my eyes, feeling the effect of the sleepless night that lay behind me. I yawned and stretched before jumping from the landing to the grass. The dew from the grass immediately seeped in through the pumps I was wearing. I slipped through the wooden gate, leading me onto the front lawn where I crawled across the grass hoping I wouldn’t be noticed. ‘Freya, what are you doing crawling across the grass?’ my mum asked appearing at the front door. ‘I, um, I just lost an ear ring’ I croaked returning to my feet. ‘Found it!’ I added pretending to shove the imaginary stone in my ear lobe. I shoved my hands in my pockets before continuing along the path. ‘Can you bring me back some vodka on your way home please?’ she called after me. I peered back as she waved softly. She was obviously still drunk, meaning that she probably didn’t remember throwing me out or the counselling session we were scheduled to have.

Gazing at my watch every ten seconds, I pick up the pace I was walking at so I wouldn't be late for the appointment. It was bad enough mum not turning up, but me being late would not look good either. Sandra, our physiologist would know there was something up anyway, because I’m always at least thirty minutes early.  I can never stand being late for some reason. I arrived just in the nick of time, well I had ten minutes to spare. I tapped my leg on the coffee table in anticipation as I waited for Sandra to finish with a client. I quietly hummed the latest track by The Wanted; I Found You, in my head. As much as I hated The Wanted, I had to admit I loved the song. I never liked them from day one, but it probably had something to do with Nathan breaking Mollie’s heart.

Sandra’s door creaked open, before she appeared with her client. I flicked through the latest issue of OK! Magazine, admiring the latest styles, some of the clothes though were a little over the top to say the least! Sandra chatted to her client about booking their next appointment but my head shot up when he replied. The sweet, innocent little voice was all too familiar. ‘Nathan?’ I whispered to myself hoping he wouldn’t hear me but he did. Once he turned to face me, I regretted opening my mouth. The tears latched onto the brim of his eyes, which were already puffy and red, portraying his sensitive side. He bit his lip, trying not to cry but he failed. The tears gently rolled down his face, shattering my heart to tiny pieces. As much as I hated the boy, I still cared about him as a friend. I wanted to run over and hug him to death, but causing a scene would make the whole thing worse for him. He slipped back on his snapback before discreetly walking over to the front desk. ‘Freya, shall we go in?’ Sandra asked tossing her head in the direction of her room. As I walked towards her, I couldn’t keep my eyes of Nathan, who was standing behind me. He stared back, his bottom lip trembling with fear. I waved quickly before closing the door behind me.