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came to each other they’d never been wise.
    I helped Mum clean up and then made a quick exit. The drive home was horrible; I was in one of the worst moods I’d been in in a long time.
    If Damon was on my doorstep now I’d tell him to fuck off. The whole, stupid world could do one. People were idiotic and I’d never wanted to run away to a remote island more.
    Screw work tomorrow, the second I got in I was opening a bottle of white and downing the lot. Thankfully for us both, Damon wasn’t waiting for me when I got in, because he’d still be at his parents probably.
    Mum tried calling but I ignored it in favour of pouring wine right to the top of the glass. My phone vibrated two minutes later and it was Dad’s name that showed up. Looks like she’d told him about our conversation.
    I gulped the wine, wincing at the same time.
    My phone rang for a third time and I was just about to launch it at the wall when I noticed it was Chloe’s name on the screen. I wasn’t really in the mood to talk to her either but I knew if I didn’t she’d only worry and then might come over.
    “Hey,” I said.
    “Hey, how are you?”
    I’m drowning my sorrows. “Fine, you?”
    “Good. Logan’s working late tonight so I’m watching chic flicks and eating chocolate. How was dinner with your mum?”
    I snorted. “It turned into dinner with Mum and Dad.”
    “They’re back together?” She asked.
    “Yep.”
    Chloe knew better than anyone else how toxic their relationship was but she didn’t know just how bad things had got. I didn’t want her to.
    “Wow. Can’t say I’m surprised. Are you alright about it?”
    “Nothing I can do. They’re adults, apparently.”
    “Sorry, hun. Do you want me to come over?”
    “Nah, I’m good. Might have an early night.”
    “Are you sure?”
    “Yeah, thanks, though. Call you tomorrow.”
    We hung up as I dropped onto the sofa. I clenched my jaw and managed to keep my tears at bay for another ten seconds before I broke down.

Nell
     
     
    I was in a shit mood and it was all thanks to my parents. After being split up for a while I’d stupidly got complacent with the feeling of peace. Now they were back together and a pit of worry the size of the Grand Canyon weighed heavily in my stomach.
    Groaning at the shrill ring of the alarm on my phone, I tapped snooze and covered my eyes with my arms. Sleep hadn’t come until the early hours, which did not help. I wanted to redo today already and I hadn’t even left the bed yet.
    My mattress was too comfortable and I had absolutely no motivation whatsoever, so I lay awake in bed until the alarm went off another three times. Then I had to get up or I could add being late to work to the list of why today was shit.
    I sat up and rubbed my eyes, hating days when I felt like this. They weren’t often but when I felt crap all I wanted to do was hide away. Good fuckin’ luck to anyone that pissed me off today.
    Grabbing clean underwear and a cream shift dress from my wardrobe, I made my way into the bathroom to get ready.
    I’d laid in too late to shower so dry shampoo was going to have to rescue my hair. I couldn’t care less. Holding my long, heavy hair up the best I could I sprayed the shampoo into the roots, massaged it in and brushed it. I pinned the front back with slides because I was in no mood to keep pushing it out of my eyes.
    I managed to get dressed and do my make up in time to grab something quick for breakfast, a bowl of cereal and a much-needed coffee. It was almost eight in the morning and the text message tone went off on my mobile. I knew who it’d be.
    Damon clearly wanted to get an early start on the flirting today. Hopefully it would lift my mood. I waited until I was sitting at the table with breakfast before I opened it so I didn’t get distracted.
    Our contact over the weekend was minimal and I was relieved to have it back to normal now. I tried not to think about his lack of communication being due to the whore he was