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.'


11. 11

His expression stayed blank for a while longer. The house I currently sat in was very similar to my own, with only a few differences in arrangement of furniture. However, it smelt of spirits, and unwashed jackets laid throughout the house in random spots.

'Mia,' he began, 'What a cow..' He shook his head again.

I sat, utterly confused as to what was happening. He handed me back my phone, and I slipped it into my back pocket.

'Whys she saying that then?'

'I have absolutely no idea.' He responded. 'She shouldn't.. Doesn't know about the party night, right? I mean, we'd already broken up, but she's a stalkerish psychopath when she wants to be.'

I stopped myself from laughing, a smirk gradually appearing on my face though, unstoppable.

'Why did you even break up?' Due to the fact he was giving no clear answers, I dug around a little.

'She cheated on me. She got pregnant with another lad, but claimed it was mine. Then she left her phone unlocked on my bed once, when she was in the shower, and I saw all these messages to Luke. It's his.'

'Luke?.. Which one?' By this time I was praying. Surely he wouldn't?

'New kid. Weird fucking fringe, one who's just moved away.'

I grabbed the first thing I could find, which happened to be a dictionary. I don't understand why there was a dictionary there, but there was. I squeezed it, but then, all of a sudden I threw it. It hit the window, creating a minor crack. I heard a wail from upstairs, knowing Sharon would be down any minute to kill me.

'Fuck..' Thomas whispered. His eyes, I noticed, were bloodshot and filled with tears. 'I'm guessing you're not the happiest about that?'

Then I screamed. I yelled louder than ever before.

'You think? Really? You think so? That dirty rotten slag, telling me I'm a whore, but fucking my fucking boyfriend!' I burst into tears and fell from my currently standing position onto my knees, hearing a crack from my ankle, and a sharp pain running through my leg.

'Oh my gosh, are you.. OK!?' Tom looked around the room, desperate to find a solution.

As if things couldn't get worse, Sharon appeared in the doorway.

'What the fuck is happening here?!' She demanded.

Thomas looked scared, unlike I'd ever seen before.

'Please mum.. Please!' He cried, but she dug her nails into the back of his neck. He yelped, and dropped to the hard wooden floor too. After getting myself into a sitting position, clutching my ankle tightly as the pain rushed through it, I watched as Thomas' mum kicked him. In the face, in his legs, but mainly his stomach.

'You bring your fucking girlfriends round here, while I'm busy working, and then break my windows? Do you know how that feels? No! Because you're a stupid child! Stupid, inconsiderate, naughty, nasty, horrid child! Go to hell, where you belong!'

She grabbed his hair and tried to pull him off the floor. He screeched, crying so much it was obvious he was hurting.

'Thomas Brodie-Sangster, do you have any idea what kind of shit you put me through?!' She slammed him back onto the floor, without waiting for a response. Sharon exited the room, as if nothing had happened.

I tried to get to my feet to help Thomas, but my ankle was already purple and swollen, and way too painful to stand on.

'Help..' He murmured, through his tears. As if by magic, to make the whole situation worse, my stomach cramped up and I doubled over in pain. I began projectile vomiting again, sore all over.

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