“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 with. Shaking my head, I resisted the urge to be pathetic and hit myself. Here I was, hating a woman for doing absolutely nothing wrong. Nice one, Nell. That didn’t make me a crazy person at all…
‘Woke up with massive, painful morning wood. Now going to have a cold shower and think of you’, he’d put.
Shaking my head and smiling I replied with: ‘If only you were here then…’
I could do with cheering up and knew Damon’s body would be able to do that. Even just a text made me feel better and took my mind off all the other crap going on.
He replied seconds later: ‘Fuck sake Nell!!!’
Laughing, I inhaled my food and gulped down the coffee.
The fact that he could cheer me up pissed me off a little. Shit, I was such a melodramatic little bitch today. I should be happy that someone could make me feel better but no, not me, not completely anyway.
What had I turned into?
If Chloe was here I’d ask her to slap me, though she’d probably think it was great and offer a high five. If she did that then she’d be the one getting the slap.
I need help.
Leaving my empty mug on the table, I slipped off the stool and rushed out of the door, grabbing my bag as I went past. I was running late and I knew Reg would be pissed but he could do one. I had many, many more things to worry about than my arsehole boss.
Driving like a fucking maniac and running like an Olympian meant I managed to make it to work just three minutes late.
Harry cocked his eyebrow as I burst through the door. It took every ounce of willpower to not stick my middle finger up at him.
“Sorry I’m late,” I said, not bothering to offer an explanation.
“That’s not the first time, Nell,” he said, blatantly talking to my boobs.
I stuck my chest out, making him aware that I knew what he was up to and also hoping it would keep him from being a twat about my lateness. Three minute lateness.
Harry – a guy not that much older than me – cleared his throat and finally looked up. “Just see it doesn’t happen again.”
I smiled sweetly. “Of course. I’m so sorry.” If the guy didn’t pick up on the sarcasm dripping from my words there was no hope for him at all.