Jamie's Story

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  • Published: 22 Aug 2013
  • Updated: 15 Jan 2015
  • Status: Complete
Abby's life had always been different after her Mum died. Now Jamie is here, everything has got A LOT weirder. Who is he? Why is her Dad so irritated by his family? Could there be something about the two they never knew? When one friendly bond expands into something bigger and a huge secret is revealed, the two lives of one boy and one girl are torn apart drastically and in an act of what may be love, or may not, Abby is determined to set the record straight and discover what really is Jamie's story...

Cover credit goes to @LilyAnnaNightshade, thank you!


29. At the Door

Molly stomped aggressively down the stairs.

'Get the door will you love?' called her Dad from the living room. She shot a glare at her father and yelled angrily back:

'I am, are you blind or something?' She instantly felt slightly bad and stood up straight to apologise, but remembered she was in a horrid mood, regained her angered position and yanked the door open.

'What?' she snapped. The small boy on the doorstep threw his hands up in the air as though he were surrendering.

'Whoa! Whoa! What did I do to you?' Molly shrugged, taking in the boy's scruffy appearance. He wore a plain black shirt, ripped jeans, muddy trainers and his hair was wild and tousled. Scarlet cuts decorated his face and arms, a tube ran up his nose, down and to the sides, positioned just above the lip. He looked tired yet mischievous.

'Exactly nothing.' Molly sighed heavily. She did not have time to deal with pesky little boys that showed up at her door.

'And your here because...' asked Molly, waiting for an answer. The boy fought down a small grin and shrugged his shoulders, mimicking Molly's earlier action.

'That's it!' declared Molly and began to close the door.

'Wait, wait!' cried the boy and shoved the door back open. Molly glared at him but she realised that his eyes were pleading and she leant against the door lazily.

'Give this to Abby.'


'Yes Abby. Is she your sister or something? Or maybe your cousin?'

'I don't know an Abby.'

'Don't lie! Abby! Abby!' The boy leant sideways, yelling into the house. His voice ricocheted off the rose-coloured walls.

'Shush! Look, I'll come outside alright, but Abby is not here.' Closing the door, she stepped outside and onto the porch.

'So where is she?'

'I don't know!' said Molly exasperatedly. The boy frowned.

'She used to live here.'

'Well, I just moved in so maybe she moved away?' The boy sighed and slapped a hand to his forehead.

'Really? Look, if you know her or find her, give her this.' He slapped a small, yellow tinted piece of paper into her hand.

'But I don't-'

'Shush! Just, please, for me?' He looked sad, his eyes filled with a mixture of sorrow and hope. She sighed.


'And, tell her it's from me.'

'And you are?' The boy sighed and looked at her, his eyes staring into hers.


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