Undeniable Love

At first, love is unknown.
It’s like a hurricane creeping up on you before it whisks you away into another world.
But April doesn’t know that yet. She’s yet to find out.
When April meets Cain, it just seems like any other ordinary day - just a small conversation between two students on a bus. It doesn’t matter that one of them is dreading the bell for home time, whilst the other is struggling through every day. Or does it? So one day, when something is revealed before Cain’s eyes, what is he meant to do? This girl before him is just like any other girl he’s ever met, yet he feels the need to help her, to protect her.
April isn’t looking for a saviour, someone to rescue her from all this hatred, but she doesn’t have a choice. When Cain comes crashing into her world, life gets better. Somehow, no matter how much she wants him gone, she equally wants him by her side.
Perhaps a lover isn’t what April wants right now, but maybe he can save her. Maybe, after all, there is a way out.


6. April

When I walk downstairs to get breakfast this morning, I hear an unusual sound from the kitchen. It’s fairly quiet, followed by a few sniffles.
“Hello?” I call out, cautiously pushing open the door. When I’m inside, I see my Mum flooding with tears, breaking down. Walking over to her, I wrap my arms around her neck and kiss her on the cheek.
“What’s up Mum? Have you been down here long?” I ask.
She shakes her head and I just about hear under the muffled cries, “Another bill which I can’t afford to pay.”
I slip into the seat beside her and hand her a tissue I find in my pocket. Looking down I see a letter on the table with the amount owed to the electricity company. There’s a few more slid underneath. We must be running short on money again.
“I’m sure we can work this out,” I say, “Your business has been working fine recently and has managed to last us…”
“April.” My Mother’s voice is stern, but shaking, “I just can’t do this anymore.”
“Do what anymore?” I’m confused at why she’s getting upset. We were in this exact situation last year but she managed to drag the bills out by working her absolute hardest for her own business – the shop down the road – to make the money. It was a tough time, and now I finally thought it might be over.
“Darling, I know I’ve made more money than I’ve ever done before but the thing is, it still isn’t enough. The money from your Father’s death has all been used up and I have no savings. How am I meant to pay all this?”
Leaning down on my hands, I realise what she’s trying to say. If she doesn’t think she’s earning enough, she’ll try her hardest to earn enough a different way, which means of course, selling the shop.
“Mum, you can do this. I can help. I can get a job and…”
“No. It’s time for me to move on now. This shop is lovely but I can’t make a living out of it. This week I’ve barely had any customers.”
But I keep on pleading. She can’t really be serious. “I can send leaflets round and get more customers. I’ll tell everyone about it at school.”
She sighs, taking it all in.
“Please Mum,” I whisper, “Don’t sell the dream you’ve always wanted.”
She looks me in the eye, long enough to realise the truth: that this café has been her lifetime goal and now that she has it, she can’t just give it away.
“Thanks April,” She says, smiling.
Once I’ve helped myself to a piece of toast and am heading out the door she calls for me.
I hesitate. She knows I hate that.
“Sorry.” She apologises, realising, “I just wanted to ask if you really could give some hand-outs at school, to get customers. You’d be my saviour.”
I laugh, grabbing the pile of leaflets from the side and carefully slotting them between the books in my bag.
“Got them!” I call out, “Bye!”
The door slams a few minutes later.
~ ~ ~
“Hi, would you mind checking this place out?” I hand over a leaflet and smile. The girl who is in my maths class thanks me kindly, but as I walk off I notice her shove it in the bin.
I’ve been trying to give out these leaflets all lunch time and so far it isn’t really going to plan. Most people have either said no or chucked them in the bin, and only a few have put them in their bags – and they’ll probably get thrown away when they’re home. I know my only chance at getting customers is to ask the people that would really care (there aren’t many).
I stroll around the canteen, looking from table to table. It’s then that I spot the guy from the bus, who I haven’t seen all week. Surprisingly, he’s sitting with Katie and her friends. Ignoring the fact that they probably all hate me, I know this table might just show some sort of appreciation towards my cause. I make my way over and slide into their conversation.
“Hey guys,” I start off, “Just wondered if you wanted a leaflet for the Café in town. My Mum owns it and she’s looking for more customers.”
Katie looks at Cain and then back up at me. “I think I’m alright. I don’t really go to Café’s much.”
“Neither do I,” Someone else says, “I hate leaflets anyway – they get in the way.”
“Oh, okay.” I say, stuffing the leaflets back in my pocket with frustration, “That’s a shame.”
They’re almost in when Cain says, “I’ll have one. I love Café’s.”
I look up and he’s smiling at me. I would normally just stalk off because right now I’m annoyed that no one even cares or is nice enough to take the leaflets, but I think I owe Cain for being rude and ignoring him lately. After all, I hate it when people are nasty to me.
“Oh, sure.” I reply, picking one out and laying it on the table.
He picks it up and scans the page. “Looks pretty cool. Maybe I’ll drop round sometime.”
“That would be great.” I smile, for the first time today, and watch as everyone at the table is looking at us.
“Mind if I take one too?” Scott suddenly asks, followed by Alyssa, another of Katie’s friends.
“They actually look pretty well made,” Another compliments.
“Of course.” I gush, so overwhelmed by it I’m almost smiling too much.
“You know what,” Katie says all of a sudden, “Maybe I should take one too. It’s good to try out something new.”
“Yeah it is. Just take the lot.” I dunk a pile on the table and hands jump in to grab them. I can’t believe my luck.
Once they’re all taken I thank everyone and turn away. Just before I get to the door of the Canteen I turn back as usual to see what they are doing with them. Instead of putting them in the bin they’re talking about it amongst themselves, laughing, and when I scan my eyes across the group I then see Cain, staring right at me.
I want to look away but I can’t. He was the one who really helped me sell those leaflets; I know they wouldn’t have taken them otherwise. So before I turn around and hide myself like I did on the bus, I decide to smile. Cain isn’t really all that bad; I just automatically pull myself away from people. For once, maybe it’s time to change that.


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