Secrets | Thomas Sangster Fanfic

CHAPTER TWENTY THREE

I place the parcel with the disks on my desk. As I do peeling off my clothes, chucking them in the corner. Then walking to the bath room and getting into the shower.

I still remember how i used to fret about getting no hot water. Thats not so much of a problem anymore. 

His stuff is still in his draws on his side of the vanity. I put everything that was his away in those draws because I couldn't deal with seeing it. When he was around I would alway have gotten so pissed off when he left his razor and all of his tiny beard hairs in the sink and not wash them away. Just thinking about that now makes me sad. 

You never understand how much someone means to you until its gone. I always loved Callum I would never had admitted it to him though. As his sister it was expected of me to act like I had a grudge against him. But I did, he was my brother and as annoying, irresponsible, disgusting and loud he was doesnt deflect from the fact that he was my brother and I loved him more than words could describe.

After about 40 minutes of staring at the four walls as the water falls on me. I think I may have fell asleep. But I'm not really sure it was all a blur. My naked body stares at me in the mirror as I get in the shower.

And of course my mind drifts as per usual to the sandy blonde british boy that has just mysteriously appeared in my life. Why would Thomas ever go for someone like me. I cant believe he even hangs out with me he's so perfect. Literally there is nothing wrong with him. And then theres me. I run my thumb over my scar that runs down the side of my left boob. Its an ugly purple now.  This will be a constant reminder for the rest of my life that the organ that kept my brother was taken right from his chest and ended his life.

I throw on a T-shirt dress that is navy with thin white stripes running horizontal across it. It cuts off just above my knee so i guess its not too promiscuous. i do this as swiftly as possible avoiding looking at my body in the mirror.

My phone starts ringing 

[ incoming call Tate ]

Tate and I have never been as close as me and Thomas but we do hang out a fair bit and since recently Sadie and kora have kind of drifted away awkwardly after Callum's death as they don't know how to act around me Tate has been there for me. I stopped working at the hospital after my twin died because I could hardly concentrate but we still manage to hang as much as possible.

"Tate! hey!" 

"Erica! where are you at?"

Recently Tate's popularity has risen dramatically. I'm not sure if its cause he has finally finished puberty or people have actually started to take notice of him but one things for sure is whenever I hang out with him he has numerous different girls trying to text or hit him up. I don't blame them he is fricking cute. But I don't think I would ever go there. If you know what i mean. He's just too i dont know, freindzoned?

"At home, about to go out. Why? what are you doing?"

"Go you! finally leaving your house for other reasons than school! anyways are you coming to Lexis thing?"

"Uhmmmm, I don't know where I'm going Thomas just sent me an address... Something Goodvail drive or lane? I cant remember"

"yeah sounds about right! cant wait to see you"

"sure, see you there"

I sigh sliding my phone into my bag.

"lets do this" I groan slouching it over my shoulder and walking down stairs.

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I pull up outside queen bitch herself's house. Its alright I guess. Quite similar to mine really. Except the lawn is freshly trimmed as are the bushes and plants. She was my dead brothers girl freind or so I found out after he died. So I guess I should act resectable towards her.

The sound of the music from inside and out the back pulses through my body. Walking up to the door I instantly regret coming here. I hate social events why am I doing this?

"ErrRRRRRRrrrrrriccccaaaaaaaaaa" a drunken Tate greets me as I open the front door. He embraces me in a big bear hug as he does the can of beer in his hand spills on the floor behind me. 

"Tate how much have you drunk?" 

"Only oNe I SWEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAARRRR" He yells leaning on me clumsily.

"How are you this drunk then?" I walk over to the closest couch wrapping my arm around him for support then sitting him down beside me.

"I don't know someone gave me a drink and I just DRANKEEDDDDDDDD EEEEEEEEEETTTTT YOLOOOOOO" 

Someone must have spiked his drink. It's only 11:30, the party has hardly kicked off yet. But the last thing I want to do is spend the whole night looking after a intoxicated Tate. I frown for a second trying to think who would willing look after him. I know plenty who would take advantage of him.... but thats not what I need right now.

"You look so cute when your concentrating..... I ALWAYS THOUGHT YOU WERE CUTE.. I still do you are like a cute little kitten and I'm the momma cat. Come ere Erica babeyyyy let mommy lick you clean" he says leaning over and licking my check.

"Tate fuck off" I laugh pushing his head away from mine and standing up. 

"Erica I got this" a tall girl comes up to me sitting down next to my friend. I recognise this girl. I'm assuming she's a cheerleader but I'm not to sure. I don't know how she knows my name cause I most defiantly don't know hers.

She slides over taking the slot where i was sitting. Leaning on Tate, rubbing her hand on his upper thigh moving it up to his region slowly. I cant let her do this. I know that Tate is a virgin. And i don't want to be that friend who just lets stuff like this happen and doesn't do anything about it. He has been saving himself! I cant do this to him.

"uhh don't worry about it I got it" I say grabbing Tate's hand and pulling him up. But she instantly grabs his waist and pulls him back down onto the couch.

"I don't think you understand. i can do it" she says aggressively gritting her teeth angrily then smiling a fake smile as she looks at Tate

"ladies please theres PLENTY of this tater tot to go around one at a time" Tate slurs drunkenly slopping his body around.

i roll my eyes.

"see he wants me to look after him!" she says leaning over and kissing his cheek making Tate blush crossing his legs over each other to hide his obvious bulge that was growing in his pants

really Tate.

"Look bitch, get your hands off my boy friend" I shout tugging on both of Tate's hands lifting him up off the couch draping my arm over his shoulder and walking off.

"Girl friend aye"

i laugh looking over my shoulder to see a pissed off girl on the couch by her self.

"Whatever mate"  I chuckle.

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