3. Chapter 3
Chrystal pulled into her usual parking space outside her apartment. She lived in a 3 story block of recently built flats. Nothing fancy, just your average, modern apartment; bedroom, bathroom, lounge and kitchen/dining area. She kept the flat clean at all times. She was proud of the home she had built for herself here. Her mother said she wouldn't survive alone for two weeks, and here she was 2 years later, with a house, car and a job.
She switched off the engine and was about to get out when something small and white caught her eye from the passenger side. She looked down at the seat and found a small rectangular piece of card. She picked it up and examined it. It read: "You'll no when to use this..." What? Use what? She flipped it over and there was a number written on the back. Ashton, she snorted, as if she'd ever call him. She got out of the car still looking down at the small piece of card. Chrystal stood and thought for a moment before tossing the card over her shoulder. Shaking her head, she walked towards her home. Go back and pick that up! Her conscious screamed at her. You know you want to. Pick it up. NOW. She stopped, raced back to her car and picked up the small piece of card and rushed inside.
It was 7.23 am and Chrystal was sitting cross-legged on her double bed, staring at the piece of card with his number. She had no idea what she was doing. It was just a stupid number. He was just a stupid boy. Well, man-boy. Should she call him? She glanced at her phone thoughtfully. But what would she say? She had no reason to call him, but something deep inside of her wanted to hear his voice again. Frustrated, she threw the card across the room and got into bed, throwing the duvet over her head.
She waited impatiently for sleep, but it would not come. She tossed and turned, flipped over her pillow. Nothing worked. She remembered reading 9.46 on her alarm clock before she fell into deep, restless sleep. And that was the first night she dreamt of Ashton Irwin.