You - {Zalfie}

14

- Disaster -
Zoe's POV

I couldn't believe that Alfie had hit me. He knew everything I went through with Henry. It was a big decision for me to even be with him after what had happened before.

I continued to walk down the hallway till I reached the lift. I heard Alfie smashing something, but right now I didn't care. He'd become the person I'd feared. It'd take a lot of flowers and chocolate for me to forgive him.

•

I wrapped my loose cardigan tighter to me. It was getting chilly. The breeze disturbed my hair, making it fly all over the place. I was almost at the pier. If I could just make it in time for it to still be open, I'd have a chance at finding a payphone. Stupidly, mine was still on the coffee table. I picked up my pace a little to a slow jog. The wind got stronger as I approached the sea front. The pier was within reach. I saw a man starting to close the huge iron gates that guarded Brighton's popular attraction. He put a key into the lock and twisted it. Just as I approached.
"NOO!" I screamed as he got into his matinence car and drove off. I shook the gate in anger. I just wanted one phone call. I noticed a little gap in the corner of the gate, where it'd been forced open. If only I could squeeze through. I squatted down beside the gap and placed a leg through. I lowered myself further and place my other leg in. To my surprise I slowly slid through the gap. I got up off the other side and immediately looked for a phone. I knew there was one here somewhere. I'd seen it before.

•

After a couple of minutes searching I was almost ready to give up. I check one last corner. To my surprise, there was a faded blue phone station. I picked up the receiver and dialed the only number I knew could help me. Gabby's. She picked up almost immediately.
"Hello," she said in her oh-so-familiar northern accent.
"Hey, it's Zoe, can you pick me up outside the pier," I said. Without questioning me, she agreed and I hung up. I decided to walk to the end of the pier as Gabby would be at least 15 minutes. The arcade doors were locked so I had to walk along the small pathway to the side of the building. I slipped through the side and slowly creeped my way along the edge of the pier. I gulped at the drop below me. If there was any loose floorboards, I'd be a goner.

On piers they always say the little alleyways at either side of the arcades are out of bounds. I guess now I know why. There were spiders hanging off the wall, crashing waves below me and creaky floorboards. I knew this was dangerous. But part of me wanted to got right to the end.

I stepped forward, the wooden plank creaked. Not a good kind of creak. This sound was different from before. More dangerous sounding. I stopped in my tracks as a pang of anxiety hit me in the heart like a dagger. I felt another creak. The same as before only louder. I felt the ground go from beneath me. I desperately clutched onto the side of the hole which I'd fell through. I let out a loud scream.
"Help!" I shouted. Nobody was around. Brighton's seafront was deserted at this time. The only people around were the late afternoon joggers, who wouldn't take any notice of me. Their music was too loud for them to hear a thing. I burst into tears at the thought of nobody saving me. I looked down below to see the waves crashing against the support beams of the pier. I screamed again. Yet again, nobody heard me. I felt my grip on the pier loosen. I was going to fall. I was going to die. I looked up to the sky and then down at the crashing waves below. With all my courage. I let go.