Turn for the better

After Frankie and Katie move to London with their boyfriends, at the age of sixteen, the boys decide to make a run for it- not being able to cope with all the pressure of living and working in the big city. After surviving 6 months without them and finally turning 18 the two girls have a turn for the better when they meet a group of well known, well loved lads. Due to being now completely independent, Frankie tries to reject the boys help, and the boys themselves, but she soon realizes that she needs the help. Has she lost the chance of getting some support? Has she lost the chance of finally falling in love again? And is she keeping a secret from everyone?

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1. London- the beginning

Frankie's P.O.V

I left home at such a young age- sixteen. I thought everything would be okay, my parents didn’t.

“Don’t even think about coming back or calling if anything goes wrong,” He shouted at me before I left. I didn’t care about him anymore, I hadn’t really all through my life. I kind of hated him. I didn’t need him, I didn’t need anyone. I had Ashley- and that’s all I ever needed. Ashley and I were childhood sweethearts. We’d been going out for years, he was a couple years older than me, so had already finished school when I came to do my exams.

After I finished school, he asked me if I would live with him in the city. He said that it had been a dream of his and Harry to finish school and move away. I was so in love with him, that I’d do anything. He’d planned it all, me, him, Harry (his best friend), and Katie (my best friend, and Harry’s girlfriend) would all move to London. Away from our families and start a new life. Katie, like me, went along with everything.

Soon we were leaving, after packing up my things and saying goodbye to the family that I still had that wanted me, I left.

That was where the adventure began.

It didn’t turn out anything like we thought it would. I got a job, it wasn’t a high pay job-but it was money right? We lived in a two bed roomed apartment, the four of us. We lasted for about two months then the rows kicked in. Every night there would be an argument between us, something would be thrown and I would nearly always end up with some kind of wound. The nights that I would be crying in my bed and he would be at the local bar, alone, drinking.

The whole plan didn’t even last a year. Katie and I would always meet up to walk home together. The boys were always there before us. Not that day, we walked in. The apartment was empty. We walked around, thinking that they might have been playing a game on us. Then I found it- the note.

 

I’m sorry.

 

That’s all that was written on it. And at that moment, I knew they had left us. Two seventeen year old girls, abandoned in London. 

 

She's all laid up in bed with a broken heart, while I'm drinking jack all alone in my local bar

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