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the holiday turning out. I
never imagined I’d meet Mr Perfect, never thought for a second that Brit and
Wil would split or that Mr Perfect would maul my heart to shreds. Thank all that
is holy for the creation of wine, my only reliable source of comfort.
Chapter
6
Monday 17 th June,
Ouch,
My head is killing me and my mouth tastes
like I went from hut to hut licking the bottom of everyone’s flip flops. The
down side of my reliable source of comfort, once you stop drinking it becomes
pretty uncomfortable! I wonder how long before Brit and Amber come and drag y
sorry arse out of this pit. Maybe I should shower and shock them. I’ll just
wait until the nausea subsides. I hate me right now…
Ella xx
I
spent most of the day hungover on the couch. Amber told me she would give me
until the hangover had gone and then she refused to let me waste the holiday in
paradise wallowing in self-pity. She was right, as always. I pulled myself
together in time to join the others at the bar. They had a laugh as usual and
it was nice to have some company. Kyle got a message, he read it and looked at
me and I knew it was Dan.
“He’s
home safely, asking about you.” He said.
“Tell
him I’m fine.” I lied and turned away until the tears subsided. There was no
more talk of Dan for the rest of the evening and that night I stayed with Brit.
I didn’t cry for long before sleep took me. When I woke up I could smell Brit
cooking. My stomach lurched, I hadn’t eaten much at all since Saturday, I
couldn’t face it. When I emerged from the spare room I made my excuses about
not feeling hungry but she fed me anyway, said I couldn’t live on just alcohol
and I agreed, so I tried to eat.
We
spent the next few days shopping, sunbathing, swimming, general holiday things
to pass the time. It was nice to spend time with Brit actually. I’m glad the
holiday is coming to an end though, this is our last full day and I can’t wait
to get home, to see Bud, to get stuck into work where I won’t have time to
think about him, to wonder what he’s doing and whether he’s thinking about me.
I won’t have time to keep checking my phone to see if he’s text and I won’t
have to fall asleep in the same bed where we made love so many times. I might
be able to let him go.
Today
Brit and the gang are going to a museum, I wasn’t in the mood so I thought I’d
have a look around the shops one last time, see if there was anything pretty I
could buy as a souvenir of this breath taking place. I was just leaving a shop
when I saw Jonathan sitting outside one of the little cafes opposite, working
on his laptop. I pulled my sunglasses down and hoped he’d be too engrossed in
work to notice me. The last thing I needed was a conversation with that
heartless shit.
“Ella
Bella.” He called over. “Come and join me, you look like you could use a good
meal. Come on girl, don’t make an old man beg.” Yuck. I joined him to stop him
from making a scene, I ordered just a water against his demands that I eat.
“I’m
surprised you’re still here.” I started the conversation. “I haven’t seen you
around.” He looked like he was thinking about something.
“Ella,
can I ask you a question?” Oh crap, I hope he’s not going to ask me out. I felt
the bile rise in my throat.
“Sure,
go ahead.” I answered reaching for my water.
“What
on earth did that girl say to him to convince him that baby is his?” I almost
choked.
“Excuse
me?” I coughed.
“Let
me tell you something Ella, now, this doesn’t reach my daughter or I will deny
everything and believe me I can be very persuasive when I need to be. I think a
lot of Daniel, he’s a good boy, very talented at his trade, he and Kyle have
done some fantastic renovations for me and I have, in return set them up with
some very lucrative contracts for the future and that’s why I can’t let this
pantomime continue. That girl is trouble, she’s money hungry and she’ll use the
child to
never imagined I’d meet Mr Perfect, never thought for a second that Brit and
Wil would split or that Mr Perfect would maul my heart to shreds. Thank all that
is holy for the creation of wine, my only reliable source of comfort.
Chapter
6
Monday 17 th June,
Ouch,
My head is killing me and my mouth tastes
like I went from hut to hut licking the bottom of everyone’s flip flops. The
down side of my reliable source of comfort, once you stop drinking it becomes
pretty uncomfortable! I wonder how long before Brit and Amber come and drag y
sorry arse out of this pit. Maybe I should shower and shock them. I’ll just
wait until the nausea subsides. I hate me right now…
Ella xx
I
spent most of the day hungover on the couch. Amber told me she would give me
until the hangover had gone and then she refused to let me waste the holiday in
paradise wallowing in self-pity. She was right, as always. I pulled myself
together in time to join the others at the bar. They had a laugh as usual and
it was nice to have some company. Kyle got a message, he read it and looked at
me and I knew it was Dan.
“He’s
home safely, asking about you.” He said.
“Tell
him I’m fine.” I lied and turned away until the tears subsided. There was no
more talk of Dan for the rest of the evening and that night I stayed with Brit.
I didn’t cry for long before sleep took me. When I woke up I could smell Brit
cooking. My stomach lurched, I hadn’t eaten much at all since Saturday, I
couldn’t face it. When I emerged from the spare room I made my excuses about
not feeling hungry but she fed me anyway, said I couldn’t live on just alcohol
and I agreed, so I tried to eat.
We
spent the next few days shopping, sunbathing, swimming, general holiday things
to pass the time. It was nice to spend time with Brit actually. I’m glad the
holiday is coming to an end though, this is our last full day and I can’t wait
to get home, to see Bud, to get stuck into work where I won’t have time to
think about him, to wonder what he’s doing and whether he’s thinking about me.
I won’t have time to keep checking my phone to see if he’s text and I won’t
have to fall asleep in the same bed where we made love so many times. I might
be able to let him go.
Today
Brit and the gang are going to a museum, I wasn’t in the mood so I thought I’d
have a look around the shops one last time, see if there was anything pretty I
could buy as a souvenir of this breath taking place. I was just leaving a shop
when I saw Jonathan sitting outside one of the little cafes opposite, working
on his laptop. I pulled my sunglasses down and hoped he’d be too engrossed in
work to notice me. The last thing I needed was a conversation with that
heartless shit.
“Ella
Bella.” He called over. “Come and join me, you look like you could use a good
meal. Come on girl, don’t make an old man beg.” Yuck. I joined him to stop him
from making a scene, I ordered just a water against his demands that I eat.
“I’m
surprised you’re still here.” I started the conversation. “I haven’t seen you
around.” He looked like he was thinking about something.
“Ella,
can I ask you a question?” Oh crap, I hope he’s not going to ask me out. I felt
the bile rise in my throat.
“Sure,
go ahead.” I answered reaching for my water.
“What
on earth did that girl say to him to convince him that baby is his?” I almost
choked.
“Excuse
me?” I coughed.
“Let
me tell you something Ella, now, this doesn’t reach my daughter or I will deny
everything and believe me I can be very persuasive when I need to be. I think a
lot of Daniel, he’s a good boy, very talented at his trade, he and Kyle have
done some fantastic renovations for me and I have, in return set them up with
some very lucrative contracts for the future and that’s why I can’t let this
pantomime continue. That girl is trouble, she’s money hungry and she’ll use the
child to
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