“Feel better?” he asks.
“Much,” I reply, my cheeks flaming from the thoughts running through my dirty mind.
Conner pulls me a chair out and I sit down next to him at the table.
“Sophie’s just been telling me what happened that night. Why you were at the hospital,” Josh looks across to me as he speaks.
“I’m so sorry, baby chick. I had no idea.”
“It’s not your fault, Josh,” I tell him.
“I spoke to my mum that night, she told me that you were all going off to a hotel to celebrate. If she’d told me the truth, I would’ve told Reed and this could’ve all been sorted out years ago. I feel so fucking bad. Like I’ve played a huge roll in you two being apart all these years.”
Conner reaches out and takes my hand and gives it a squeeze while Josh talks, and once again, the move just seems so right, so natural and it doesn’t go unnoticed by Soph. She gives me a smile as our eyes meet. I smile back, a feeling of contentment settles over me for some reason I’m not quite sure of yet.
“Honestly Josh. I don’t blame you, Soph or your mum, she lied to protect me. I didn’t want anyone to know. Even my own parents don’t know.”
They’d probably have thrown a party in celebration if they had found out. Conner was most definitely not the type of boy they wanted a daughter of theirs to be associated with, let alone knocked up by, at just sixteen. Now though… now he’s a rich and world famous rock star, my parents would be throwing me at his feet.
We all fall silent until Sophie speaks, “I didn’t tell them about your brother and the money yet.”
My belly does a few backflips and my mouth suddenly feels dry when I start to think about how stupid and na?ve I was to let Pearce manipulate me in the way that he did.
I cover my face with my hands for a few seconds, then look up at the ceiling. Well, there’s nothing I can do to change things, so I might as well just admit to how I allowed myself to be taken advantage of.
“Like most of the choices I’ve made in my life, my parents didn’t approve of me becoming a hairdresser.” I look between Josh and Conner, leaving my eyes to rest on Con’s.
“When I lost you and the baby, I…” I struggle for a few seconds, trying to think of the right words to use, “I wasn’t in a good place, mentally. I dropped out of school and off the face of the planet. I cut everyone, including Soph out of my life. I stayed home, locked in my room. I piled on a heap of weight and just, I don’t know what… Anyway, I saw a job advertised in a local salon as I was walking by one day and went in and applied. Turns out, hairdressing was my thing and I was good at it. I got my shit together, lost some weight, started seeing Sophie again and I ended up getting her a Saturday job at the salon.” I smile across at her, remembering those days and the laughs we used to have. “We both completed our apprenticeships, then worked a few more years to gain experience, before deciding to set up on our own.
“We found a shop for sale in town. A great location, right across from the park and a wine bar, so lots of passing traffic and a two-bedroomed flat above it. The bank wouldn’t even entertain the idea of lending me money and neither would my parents, so I asked my brother. He had some loan documents drawn up and he lent me one hundred and thirty grand. I paid him back a small amount each month and we agreed that the balance would be paid once the business was showing a profit and the bank would lend me the money.”