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Ewww I’ve just been trying to throw up, I haven’t cleaned my teeth yet so morning breath is ripe. He forces my head his way and plants a hard kiss on me anyway.
“Can’t start my day without that Sweetheart so never deny me.” He winks and wanders away to get ready. I watch him walk off staring at his bronzed perfection until he’s out of sight, then I pull the covers higher until I’m buried beneath them in a perfect cocoon.
I vaguely remember him saying goodbye. Lizzie has been in and out trying to feed me, probably on Kye’s orders. I just feel so weak. I hate that I’m having those nightmares again but put it down to the fact that a major decision was reached last night. Any grand disturbances seem to play on my mind and manifest as nightmares about Advance Industries. The fact that I found out my sisters were left to fend for themselves must’ve heightened the fear.
I can’t get back to sleep because every time I drift off I see Hope’s scared face, see her watery eyes pleading for help. I throw the covers back and place my feet on the cool tiled floor. Just as I try to stand up a vicious pain slices through my waist, almost like I’ve been punched. Bloody hell that was sharp. This is gonna be a heavy period I guess. Great! My lower back feels heavy, almost bruised and I know I’m spot on. Thanks, Mother nature.
I have a quick shower, thankful that although my period is obviously due it hasn’t arrived just yet. I clean my teeth and even though I have awful cramps I feel more human. I leave the bedroom and go in search of Lizzie.
I walk into the living room and see Jack. Why is he home? I take the seat opposite him. He’s staring intently at his Comm, tapping away. His glasses are perched on his nose, he looks studious. I feel kind of awkward waiting for him to acknowledge me, also, I never spend any time with Jack alone. I used to with the real Jack but this version of him doesn’t make me feel as at ease.
After what feels like an eternity of uncomfortable silence, Jack lowers his arm and smiles at me. I smile back and attempt engaging him in conversation, “Are you busy? I can go if you need space.”
“You’ll be going soon enough, though, won’t you?” He says peering at me.
“What?”
He sighs and sits back clearly thinking about how to say whatever it is he wants to get off his chest. I fidget nervously. I don’t hold up well under such scrutiny.
“I’ve been watching him, very closely. My Lizzie has enjoyed having you two as guests, keeps her busy, stops her thinking into... well, stops her dwelling. She believes your tale but I wasn’t as convinced so I kept him close.” He pauses and I start twiddling my fingers. Could this be any more uncomfortable?
“He’s a good lad, headstrong but reliable and whether I believe or not, he does wholeheartedly. I followed him today. I know what you’re planning and my advice would be against it. I’ve told you Advancing is dangerous. He won’t listen to reason but...”
“You’re hoping I would and that I’d talk him around?” I finish for him.
He nods. “Precisely.”
“Look, Jack, I understand you mean well and I’m grateful for it but like you said you don’t believe. I do. I trust him and we believe we know what needs to be done to put things right. If we fail, then you’re welcome to say ‘I told you so’ but until then...”
“Keep my nose out?” He offers.
I smile and avoid answering. “You know Jack, you’re a lot like his real Grandad, spookily so. It’s a shame in this time you never got to have Grandchildren. You’re really very good at it.”
His eyes mist over and I immediately regret saying that. Stupid Faith!
He clears his throat and offers a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Thank you, Lovey. That means a lot. Now if you’ll excuse me...” He pats my arm as he walks past and quickly disappears leaving me alone. Another sharp pain lances through my stomach and I curl up on the
“Can’t start my day without that Sweetheart so never deny me.” He winks and wanders away to get ready. I watch him walk off staring at his bronzed perfection until he’s out of sight, then I pull the covers higher until I’m buried beneath them in a perfect cocoon.
I vaguely remember him saying goodbye. Lizzie has been in and out trying to feed me, probably on Kye’s orders. I just feel so weak. I hate that I’m having those nightmares again but put it down to the fact that a major decision was reached last night. Any grand disturbances seem to play on my mind and manifest as nightmares about Advance Industries. The fact that I found out my sisters were left to fend for themselves must’ve heightened the fear.
I can’t get back to sleep because every time I drift off I see Hope’s scared face, see her watery eyes pleading for help. I throw the covers back and place my feet on the cool tiled floor. Just as I try to stand up a vicious pain slices through my waist, almost like I’ve been punched. Bloody hell that was sharp. This is gonna be a heavy period I guess. Great! My lower back feels heavy, almost bruised and I know I’m spot on. Thanks, Mother nature.
I have a quick shower, thankful that although my period is obviously due it hasn’t arrived just yet. I clean my teeth and even though I have awful cramps I feel more human. I leave the bedroom and go in search of Lizzie.
I walk into the living room and see Jack. Why is he home? I take the seat opposite him. He’s staring intently at his Comm, tapping away. His glasses are perched on his nose, he looks studious. I feel kind of awkward waiting for him to acknowledge me, also, I never spend any time with Jack alone. I used to with the real Jack but this version of him doesn’t make me feel as at ease.
After what feels like an eternity of uncomfortable silence, Jack lowers his arm and smiles at me. I smile back and attempt engaging him in conversation, “Are you busy? I can go if you need space.”
“You’ll be going soon enough, though, won’t you?” He says peering at me.
“What?”
He sighs and sits back clearly thinking about how to say whatever it is he wants to get off his chest. I fidget nervously. I don’t hold up well under such scrutiny.
“I’ve been watching him, very closely. My Lizzie has enjoyed having you two as guests, keeps her busy, stops her thinking into... well, stops her dwelling. She believes your tale but I wasn’t as convinced so I kept him close.” He pauses and I start twiddling my fingers. Could this be any more uncomfortable?
“He’s a good lad, headstrong but reliable and whether I believe or not, he does wholeheartedly. I followed him today. I know what you’re planning and my advice would be against it. I’ve told you Advancing is dangerous. He won’t listen to reason but...”
“You’re hoping I would and that I’d talk him around?” I finish for him.
He nods. “Precisely.”
“Look, Jack, I understand you mean well and I’m grateful for it but like you said you don’t believe. I do. I trust him and we believe we know what needs to be done to put things right. If we fail, then you’re welcome to say ‘I told you so’ but until then...”
“Keep my nose out?” He offers.
I smile and avoid answering. “You know Jack, you’re a lot like his real Grandad, spookily so. It’s a shame in this time you never got to have Grandchildren. You’re really very good at it.”
His eyes mist over and I immediately regret saying that. Stupid Faith!
He clears his throat and offers a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Thank you, Lovey. That means a lot. Now if you’ll excuse me...” He pats my arm as he walks past and quickly disappears leaving me alone. Another sharp pain lances through my stomach and I curl up on the
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