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Chapter 3

Kit's football training session ended and we walked home together. He told me how Calum had said he was amazing for a beginner and that he cant wait to teach him more tricks.

"He's going to teach me how to do an around-the-world on Wednesday!" Kit exclaimed, a gleam in his eye.

"That's nice of him," I smiled. Kit kept his head up for the rest of the walk, he seemed quite happy, and it was nice to see him smile. "You took to Calum pretty quickly,"

Kit nodded. "He reminded me of dad. Not in looks or anything, just the way he talked to me,"

I looked over at him and gave him a half smile. Poor kid. Our dad was being pretty douchy and Kit needed a man to grow up with, dad never spent time with Kit so I guessed it was nice for him to have some boy time.

We arrived at our house shortly.

"Mum?" I called.

"In the kitchen," she replied. Kit walked straight up to his room, not bothering to greet our mother. "How was Kit? Did he have fun? Did he make friends?" She asked.

"Yeah he had a nice time," i said simply and turned to walk up to my bedroom.

My room was small and it was simple. I had one small window that looked over pretty much the whole town. I could see miles and miles of hills and houses and rivers. I could see my old school that I had now left and the small theatre just down the road. I could see the small football grounds that was all but empty, just one person was training there. It was hard to make out any facial features but something inside me believed it was Calum. I mean not that I was thinking about him or anything, it's just it's a small town.

I sighed, collapsing on my bed. Pouring coffee for people really takes it out of you.

I felt my eyes start to burn with tiredness as I stared up at my ceiling. As my eyes closed and I slipped into sleep the burning image in my mind was one of a tanned, dark eyed football player.

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My alarm woke me at 6am sharp.

The sky outside had just started to wake, red sun beams cast across the horizon.

I was never really the type of person who could just jump right out of bed, get changed eat breakfast and head off. No, after taking 20 minutes to drag myself out of bed and slipping on some plain clothes, I made my way down to my kitchen.

I flopped down onto a chair, waiting for the kettle to boil so I could make coffee. Ironically.

The whole house was still sleeping so I sat at the kitchen table and put on the tv as I had my morning intake of caffeine.

I leaned back in my chair and rubbed my eyes. I hated mornings.

After I fucked about downstairs I was ready to leave. My father had already come down stairs and gone to work by the time I left, and my mother was getting Kit ready for school. I was always able to slip out of the house unnoticed.

I grabbed my coat and slipped on some shoes before stepping outside. I walked quickly down my driveway and onto the street.

The morning air was still fresh, and extremely cold might I add.

I half jogged half sped walked down the street in the direction of the cafe.

I lowered my head trying to keep the cold off my face.

The walk to work was always quiet and peaceful, it was only of the only times I got to thin-

"Cariad from the coffee shop," someone shouted.