But I'm only human..

'His hand brushed down against the skin on my face. The warm air around us felt nice, but at the same time my thoughts were burying me into the warm depths of hell. "It'll be ok." He said, reluctantly smiling at me. But sweet Jesus, no it wouldn't.'


10. 10

'Who's is it?' She demanded to know.

I watched as my mother strolled up and down the living room. I sat with my legs crossed on the sofa, glaring into the cup of tea I held in my hands. It was warm.

'I.. I don't know. One of two peoples I guess..' I sunk into my shoulders, ashamed of what I'd done.

'Who's?' She glared.

My phone went off then, from my bestest friend in the whole wide world, also known as Mia the gigantic nob head.

Glad I haven't seen you in a while hoe

I just stared down confused. Why would she message me again? Since when does she see me anyway?

My mum snapped her fingers in front of my eyes.

'Earth to pregnant slut? Hello, Mrs Sluttington?' I could've killed her. She had no idea what was going on here. She just took the absolute piss out of me, the baby, everything.

'Luke. Or Thomas. Just leave me alone!' I cried, my head aching already.

I stormed out of the room, stomping up the stairs to my bedroom.

I sat in front of my mirror, staring at my reflection. My blue eyes filled with tears, I pushed my red hair back away from my face.

Picking out my best brands of mascara and foundation, I applied concealer and spot cover to my face. I had a plan.

I would go to Thomas'. Ask him what the deal with Mia is. Ask him if he remembered any more about the night of the party.

I quickly tied my hair into weird bunches, and then tied them into buns. Weird, I have to admit, but a look I wore often after a pretty girl at school did it, and pulled some of the hottest guys around.

Putting my glasses back onto my face, I grabbed my handbag and headed back down the stairs.

'Oh no, don't you dare. Don't you dare fucking leave!' My mum yelled angrily. I ignored her, slamming the door as I left. I instantly felt a little bad, as I truly loved my mum, but she needed to leave it.

I rang the doorbell to Thomas' house. His mum answered.

'Um, hi Sharon..' I said nervously. I'd always felt uncomfortable around Sharon, even when I didn't know who Thomas was. My mum always put a downer on her lifestyle.

'Thomas, there's a ginger at the door for you!' She gurgled, obviously drunk.

I coughed, then swallowed nervously. Thomas arrived at the door, looking good I must say.

He gestured for me to come in after his mum had gone, and he led me straight to his room.

It felt somewhat familiar, like from a distant memory.

'What can I do for you?' He chuckled. I just glared, my usual resting bitch face times ten thousand.

'Mia. You've broken up with her I assume?' I choked out, wanting to spit at him. The thought of her made my blood boil.

'Yeah, ages ago. Why?' The look of confusion almost hurt me, almost.

'Read this.' I handed him my phone, all the screenshots from her snapchats appearing on the screen.

He just shook his head.

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