Forever With Ace|16+✔️

Chapter 3

Ace's POV

"You actually have a cat" I say and physically want to punch myself in the face.

She glances down to the cat in her arms, "Yeah..what are you doing here?" Her tone clipped.

What do I say...what do I say?

"Just..seeing if you're okay" I shove my hands into my pockets and nervously rock back and forth from one foot to the other.

"I'm okay but I'm busy" she glances behind her.

"Okay.." I scratch the back of my head.

"Do you want to come in?" She sighs as she pets the cats head.

"Erm.." I glance around behind me, "Sure, yeah" she walks down the hall and into the living room leaving the door wide open, I glance around and inhale a deep breath before hesitantly stepping inside.

When walking down the hall pictures that were once hanging are no longer, photos of Ash, Camila and Jo, I was even in some of them. I turn into the living room seeing boxes around, ones on the coffee table, couch, floor.

"Are you guys moving?" I ask.

"Yup" she nods.

"Do you want coffee?" she asks and she tucks a strand of hair behind her eye that has fallen out of her messy bun.

"Sure" I nod and follow her into the kitchen, her still holding the cat.

She's wearing grey baggy pyjamas bottoms with a white baggy t-shirt like she use to wear, her pink bra noticeable underneath, her feet are bare and she's makeup free. She opens the back door and places the cat outside, "Go home before your mother wonders where you are" she whispers, the cat meows and runs away.

So, it isn't her cat.

She turns to me and rolls her eyes like she knows what I'm thinking, "He keeps coming back because I feed him" she shrugs and begins making the coffee. Her wrists thin, you can see the bones as she moves. She doesn't look healthy, like she isn't eating regularly. I would ask but she may take it the wrong way and I don't want her mad with me already.

"So, why exactly are you here?" She questions and places a hot steaming mug in front of me.

"What do you mean?"

"I know it isn't just to see if I'm okay"

"Where's your mum?" I ask realising I haven't seen her, to be honest I just wanted to change the topic.

She looks down to the hot mug in her hands and clears her throat, "She past six months ago"

Fuck!

"Shit..I'm sorry"

"Why? You didn't kill her?" She says looking up at me.

"I know, I'm still sorry though. What happened?"

"She had Lymphoma stage three"

I shake my head, "Shit.." I don't know what to say, my father also died of cancer but I didn't deal with it well.

"Yeah"

"So, where do you work?" I'm sure it's a great job and I just want to get off the subject.

"A flower shop, I help Mrs Teller out and also the café in town"