A LOT of dialogue this time… But the plot is moving along… ^_^
“Thanks Mum but I think he already has.” I kiss her cheek and we let go of each other. She reminds me to take good care of myself as I head home.
It’s been three days and I’m still feeling queasy. I had to buy more peppermint tea because I’ve been drinking it constantly and I ran out.
The bitch at work is back, her trip cut short because she caught the toy boy with a twenty something blonde skank while on their cruise. It’s so fun listening to her go on and on about it, I’m close to shoving needles in my ears.
I’m having lunch with Lacey today and I can’t wait. Haven’t seen her since Saturday night. I heard from London that Lacey never showed at work on Monday. Naughty.
London is out of town on a photo shoot with her Mr Tall Dark Handsome and British so it will be just the two of us. She’s coming to me because I’m still absolutely swamped at work.
I check my phone again. Yay, time to go meet my friend and escape the millionth lecture about how horrible men are… Continue reading
Apparently a few of my readers *waves* were surprised that Selina and Donovan gave in and had angry sex.
It had to happen… ICYMI here’s the angry sex
I hope he’ll fall asleep as quickly as he usually does so I can mourn the end of our friendship quietly in the dark.
I wake up early the next morning, dying for some water and painkillers as my head is killing me. I roll over carefully, not wanting to wake the man sleeping next to me.
Donovan is lying on his belly, face hidden in the pillow, and I take a moment to look at the tattoo covering half his back. It represents his parents and siblings; I went with him when he got it eight years ago. His mum wasn’t impressed with it at first because it’s huge but I know she likes it now.
I get out of bed and put some clothes on. I’ll have a shower after he’s gone, don’t want to risk him joining me, which would lead to much badness.
I head to the kitchen and put the jug on, reflecting on the fact that I seem to be doing that a lot lately, yet I never seem to actually drink much of those hot drinks.
I check my phone and there’s a message from London saying she’ll come over later so we can take a taxi and go over to Lacey’s to get our cars. I reply even though she probably won’t see it for another couple of hours, it’s barely 8am on a Sunday morning.
I hear noises coming from my bedroom then footsteps approaching.
Please God, let him be fully dressed again… Continue reading
When you just can’t help yourself because you’re hurting and he’s right there and you want him so bad, even though you’re soooooooooo mad at him…
Selina just had a night out with her friends to try and take her mind off Donovan after she dropped off at his house all the stuff that reminded her of him. She’s hurting and trying to move forward. ICYMI you can find it right here.
I’m not as careful as I should be and right now I don’t care.
Soon enough it’s 2am and we exit the club and the noise. The fresh air feels nice on my overheated skin and I realise Lacey is on the phone with Chris organising a pick-up point.
Once he gets there we pile up in his car, Lacey in the front of course.
“Keep your hands to yourself, lady, I’d like to get home in one piece!” I say from the backseat and London laughs.
She’s the first one to get dropped off then it’s my turn. I tell Lacey I’ll be over at some point the next day to pick up my car and bid her and Chris a good night.
I walk into my house and wonder why there’s a glow coming from the lounge. I didn’t go in there this morning before I went to work and I’m sure I turned the lamp off last night after the girls left. Continue reading
I hope you enjoy reading this update as much as I enjoyed writing it (for all the heartbreak and tears it contains…)
There is more sad stuff on the way but it will be all worth it in the end.
That’s how the girls find me, on the floor in my room, hugging myself, tears streaming down my face.
“What happened now?” Lacey asks as they sit on either side of me on the carpet and I rest my head on London’s shoulder.
“I’m filling a box with all of Donovan’s stuff because I can’t stand any of it anymore and the drawer smells like him.” My tears are finally stopping. I have cried so much this week, it’s starting to take its toll on me.
“He has stuff in your drawers? What kind of stuff are we talking here, Miss We’re-Just-Friends-And-It-Doesn’t-Mean-Anything?” London asks, and I try to remember. Continue reading
In case you wondered who rang Selina while she was bawling on her parents’ couch…
Banging on the door pulls me out of my slumber and it takes me a few moments to work out why the room looks different. I’m still at Mum and Dad’s and the duvet is keeping me nice and warm and safe.
There is no other noise in the house which makes me wonder what the time actually is. And why someone is banging on the front door.
I extract myself from my warm cocoon and get the fluffy dressing gown Mum left on the bed for me. My head feels all foggy and I do a double take when I see the time on the clock in the kitchen as I walk past.
What the hell?
I finally make it to the door and open it. Lacey and London look less surprised to see me than I am to see them.
“What’s going on?” I ask them, still trying to wake up as they push past me and come inside.
“What’s going on with you, going off the grid like that for no apparent reason?” Lacey asks and I have no idea what she is talking about.
“Is it really after one?”
“You bet your sweet ass it is. Why aren’t you answering your phone?” London replies and I’m still confused. I head to the kitchen because I really need a cup of tea and try to recall what I did with my phone.
Then I remember. Continue reading