Chapter Two
The scent of freshly made coffee finally brought Eddi to her senses. The morning sunlight had just started creeping through the curtains and she found herself on a sofa; for a moment, she didn't have a clue where she was, until the alarming levels of pink reminded her whose house she was in.
Her head was pounding, her stomach growled. She hadn't eaten anything for almost twenty four hours. Slowly, she made her way to the kitchen, where she found a pot of hot coffee on the counter, and two slices of bread waiting to be put into the toaster. There was also a note, which read;
Hi Eddi. Hope you're feeling a bit better this morning. I'm starting work at nine today so I'll probably be gone by the time you wake up. Lleucu's's got a week off so she's gone down to Wales, in case you were wondering where she is. I've left you some coffee and there's some bread for you to make yourself some toast. I don't know if you're working today, let me know if you need me to cover for you. Chantelle x
Eddi smiled reluctantly at the note. Why was she being so kind? Eddi had never been kind to her. She had never been kind to anyone. She found that that was the best way to do things. The clock on the wall told her that it was almost nine o'clock. Eddi's shift was supposed to start at four. If she could survive until then, that was. She ate her breakfast slowly, trying not to throw up, and then frantically began to search her bag for a paracetamol. She was in luck, and the hangover soon began to ease. Unfortunatley, she still had no money. She didn't even know if she had any at home.
'What a mess.' She thought to herself.
After an hour or two of sitting around trying to think, and at the same time trying not to think, she decided to face daylight and try and get home. She wasn't entirely sure where exactly Chantelle's house was, and how far it was from her house. But she couldn't afford a cab or a bus so she had no choice. Scribbling a note and leaving it on the kitchen table, she picked up her bag and left.
Time seemed to be going ever so slowly on Keller Ward. There was virtually nothing to do, and hardly anyone to talk to. Not that Chantelle was in the mood for talking, for a change. She was still confused and conflicted about last night. Any attempt to help Eddi would be rejected, but surely she couldn't't just stand back and watch her destroy herself? As the clock signalled her lunch break, Chantelle realised, reluctantly, that there was only one man who could help her in this predicament she had found herself in.