Obsession
7
We ate our food talking about when we were younger, and what we have been doing since.
“Why did you come all the way to London?” I placed the knife and fork on the empty plate.
“I saw the paper” she flashed a quick look at me and then back at the crumbs that led on her plate.
My eyebrows furrowed.
“I knew that you broke up”
“So why did you act like you didn’t know?” I asked, as she shrugged her shoulders gulping down the last swig of her orange juice. I reached into my back and pulled out my last 10 pound note of my bag.
“Where are you going?”
“Somewhere you’re not” I slammed the note on the table. I burst through the door out, onto the street.
“Tara!”
I ignored her and carried on walking. The wind pushed the tears towards my ears and I wiped them away with the back of my left hand.
-
Charlie hugged me tighter as I poured out my feelings to her.
“But that’s just mum, isn’t it? You can’t let her affect you like before”
My head buried deeper into her and nodded.
“What’s up with you then? I haven’t seen you for ages! It’s not like you to come and visit me”
Charlie lived with her boyfriend Jamie a few minutes away from me in the terraced house next to the centre of London. They have a two year old boy called Ryan after that drunken night when she was 15. I knew that if I’m going through a bad time, Charlie will always have my back.
“Say” she rubbed my bag more vigorously.
I released from her hold and held her at arm’s length.
“You haven’t heard then?” I relaxed into the dining chair and wiped my eyes.
“Heard what?” she became even more worried.
“Me and Harry split” I sniffed, wiping my nose.
“What?! Why?” she grabbed my hand.
“Attention, hate. The usual, but I can’t take it anymore”
She nodded her head and hugged me again.
“Do you miss him?” the question took me by surprise. I didn’t know what to say.
“Hmm? Do you?” she pressed on.
“I suppose”
“We’ll call him”
“Why is everyone saying that? It’s not easy!” I pulled away from her grasp.
“Tara, don’t be like that” she pulled me back into a hug.
“Tell me. Why is it hard?” she spoke with a soft voice.
“I don’t know. Part of me wants to get back with him, part me of me doesn’t” I murmured into her long mahogany hair that fell over to her shoulders.
“Well, you need to talk to him. By the sound of it, it’s tearing you apart” she took a breath before speaking.
“Ring him. Do it for me”
I huffed into her hair.
-
Walking back home I felt jumpy as I thought someone watching me. Every few yards I’d turn to see who’s around to see who’s behind me, of course no one was there. My mind was reeling after my last night’s accident. Who was it? How did they get in? Why did they want that picture? My mind kept going back to one thing. Harry. I arrived to the blocks of flats.
“You was da’ one oo’ mouved’ me want ya? A group of 4 boys marched up to me, intimidating me.
“What are you on about?” I tried to act brave.
“You.’ Oo’ was da’ one oo’ moved me” One of them spoke, probably the leader. He shoved me back, making me fall to the floor. My knee made a sickening crack. I clenched it in agony.
“I didn’t do anything to you!” I cried in fear. “I don’t even who you are”
He shot me long-sided grin before kneeling down towards me, slowly pressing his body against mine. I trail of slime from his tongue glided across my jawline. A single tear fell down my face. I couldn’t make a sound, his body would not let it free as I my stiffened in fear. He smashed his chapped lips against my soft lips, his tongue begging for entrance. I was in too much shock to move or deny it. Another tear escaped my from eye as he pulled away, the lethal mix still lingering in my mouth. I was frozen to the floor as his hands slide lower to my thighs. Quivers managed to flee from my lips in an attempt to beg. Another grin spread across his face as he slowly rubbed through my jeans material my eyes fixed on his, slightly begging him. They then flickered to the other boys who were stood around me, taking pictures on their phones, and flapping their arms around, swearing. All of the boys heads turned around simultaneously.
“Oi, let’s go sort this dickhead out”
They marched over to the man who was slowly walking towards us.
They all walked over him except the one who was on top of me. My lips peeled open as a squeak escaped them, trying to get the man’s attention. My eyes jerked back over to the gang. They had surrounded the man were laughing at them. The man grabbed one of the gang by the throat and slammed him down on the floor. My eyes widened. He started punching him. Two of the gang members ran up behind him and pulled him off, taking their turn to punch. The man rolled up and ended up punching them. The man started running fast as he could towards me.
“Get the fuck away from her!” He stared down at us both with a puffed up, half closed eye, and blood swiping from his lips, breathing heavily.
“What are you gonna’ do about it?” he looked behind him, looking at the moaning bodies act the floor. He gulped.
“You can’t make me doe”
He swooped down, grabbing the gang member by the collar and pushing him off me onto the concrete.
“I think you’d better run home” he let him go, brushing him down. He ran off towards the flats. He reached down and picked up my lifeless body, hugging it tight in his torso, my limp head rolling slightly on his shoulder as he walked. He turned the opposite way to the flats. I tried to say something but I couldn’t. I let him carry me to a land rover.
“Why did you come all the way to London?” I placed the knife and fork on the empty plate.
“I saw the paper” she flashed a quick look at me and then back at the crumbs that led on her plate.
My eyebrows furrowed.
“I knew that you broke up”
“So why did you act like you didn’t know?” I asked, as she shrugged her shoulders gulping down the last swig of her orange juice. I reached into my back and pulled out my last 10 pound note of my bag.
“Where are you going?”
“Somewhere you’re not” I slammed the note on the table. I burst through the door out, onto the street.
“Tara!”
I ignored her and carried on walking. The wind pushed the tears towards my ears and I wiped them away with the back of my left hand.
-
Charlie hugged me tighter as I poured out my feelings to her.
“But that’s just mum, isn’t it? You can’t let her affect you like before”
My head buried deeper into her and nodded.
“What’s up with you then? I haven’t seen you for ages! It’s not like you to come and visit me”
Charlie lived with her boyfriend Jamie a few minutes away from me in the terraced house next to the centre of London. They have a two year old boy called Ryan after that drunken night when she was 15. I knew that if I’m going through a bad time, Charlie will always have my back.
“Say” she rubbed my bag more vigorously.
I released from her hold and held her at arm’s length.
“You haven’t heard then?” I relaxed into the dining chair and wiped my eyes.
“Heard what?” she became even more worried.
“Me and Harry split” I sniffed, wiping my nose.
“What?! Why?” she grabbed my hand.
“Attention, hate. The usual, but I can’t take it anymore”
She nodded her head and hugged me again.
“Do you miss him?” the question took me by surprise. I didn’t know what to say.
“Hmm? Do you?” she pressed on.
“I suppose”
“We’ll call him”
“Why is everyone saying that? It’s not easy!” I pulled away from her grasp.
“Tara, don’t be like that” she pulled me back into a hug.
“Tell me. Why is it hard?” she spoke with a soft voice.
“I don’t know. Part of me wants to get back with him, part me of me doesn’t” I murmured into her long mahogany hair that fell over to her shoulders.
“Well, you need to talk to him. By the sound of it, it’s tearing you apart” she took a breath before speaking.
“Ring him. Do it for me”
I huffed into her hair.
-
Walking back home I felt jumpy as I thought someone watching me. Every few yards I’d turn to see who’s around to see who’s behind me, of course no one was there. My mind was reeling after my last night’s accident. Who was it? How did they get in? Why did they want that picture? My mind kept going back to one thing. Harry. I arrived to the blocks of flats.
“You was da’ one oo’ mouved’ me want ya? A group of 4 boys marched up to me, intimidating me.
“What are you on about?” I tried to act brave.
“You.’ Oo’ was da’ one oo’ moved me” One of them spoke, probably the leader. He shoved me back, making me fall to the floor. My knee made a sickening crack. I clenched it in agony.
“I didn’t do anything to you!” I cried in fear. “I don’t even who you are”
He shot me long-sided grin before kneeling down towards me, slowly pressing his body against mine. I trail of slime from his tongue glided across my jawline. A single tear fell down my face. I couldn’t make a sound, his body would not let it free as I my stiffened in fear. He smashed his chapped lips against my soft lips, his tongue begging for entrance. I was in too much shock to move or deny it. Another tear escaped my from eye as he pulled away, the lethal mix still lingering in my mouth. I was frozen to the floor as his hands slide lower to my thighs. Quivers managed to flee from my lips in an attempt to beg. Another grin spread across his face as he slowly rubbed through my jeans material my eyes fixed on his, slightly begging him. They then flickered to the other boys who were stood around me, taking pictures on their phones, and flapping their arms around, swearing. All of the boys heads turned around simultaneously.
“Oi, let’s go sort this dickhead out”
They marched over to the man who was slowly walking towards us.
They all walked over him except the one who was on top of me. My lips peeled open as a squeak escaped them, trying to get the man’s attention. My eyes jerked back over to the gang. They had surrounded the man were laughing at them. The man grabbed one of the gang by the throat and slammed him down on the floor. My eyes widened. He started punching him. Two of the gang members ran up behind him and pulled him off, taking their turn to punch. The man rolled up and ended up punching them. The man started running fast as he could towards me.
“Get the fuck away from her!” He stared down at us both with a puffed up, half closed eye, and blood swiping from his lips, breathing heavily.
“What are you gonna’ do about it?” he looked behind him, looking at the moaning bodies act the floor. He gulped.
“You can’t make me doe”
He swooped down, grabbing the gang member by the collar and pushing him off me onto the concrete.
“I think you’d better run home” he let him go, brushing him down. He ran off towards the flats. He reached down and picked up my lifeless body, hugging it tight in his torso, my limp head rolling slightly on his shoulder as he walked. He turned the opposite way to the flats. I tried to say something but I couldn’t. I let him carry me to a land rover.
7/5/13