Chapter 2
This morning I had been woken up by Alice shaking me. "William up to bed dear, you must be sore from falling asleep like that." I opened my eyes noting that I was still on the couch from the night before tangled up in a blue blanket that dad must have thrown over me. I sat up on the sofa stretching and tilting my neck from side to side to try and loosen the muscles. "Morning Alice, how are you this morning?" I asked standing up to kiss her wrinkled cheek. She patted me on the arm while smiling kindly. "Good now that I see you. It's still far too early to be up. Its only 5.20 am." I contemplated my options. "Actually I am going to go for a run." I said bending down to fold my blanket. She sighed loudly. "Stop trying to steal my job and give me that blanket then go and get dressed into your running clothes." She reprimanded pushing me to the door. I saluted her taking my leave by marching out of the room like a soldier. Okay so I am a dork. Don't hold it against me.
When I was half way up the stairs I remembered that my phone was still on the table. I then retraced my steps to see Alice walking out the room with my phone in her hand. "I was just coming up to give it to you." I smiled thanking her. I noticed my mum had sent me a message. "Hi darling could you meet your dad and I at common grounds. Around 10 am." I groaned loudly for two reasons one I knew that she was going to pester me about something. And also that sonny just opened up the coffee shop. Well when I say just opened I meant about a year ago and I have still yet to visit. Even though we do live in the same town I can get away just seeing him a couple times a year. I do have great avoidance skills.
When I think about Sonny I literally cringe. I wish I could go back to the thirteen year old me just to slap myself for being an absolute loser. Every time I have met sonny since then I instantly feel humiliated. After seeing him I come away feeling bad about myself. Not because he is rude or anything quite the opposite. He is charming and sweet. He always tries to have a conversation with me but I just can't. I am polite and distant. He told me that his coffee shop was doing well and that I should drop by one day. He joked that I didn't have to pay since I was family. That got my back right up. How can he still see me as family? I can count on two hands how many times we have spoken in the last four years. I tell him that I would maybe drop by but since I was busy that I couldn't say when. I think he knows I brushed him off. I can tell it bothers him and I hate that I upset him.
Last Christmas when most of the town were gathered at my aunt Maggie's for her annual Christmas party. I noticed him with his arm around Bryan, his boyfriend of the last two years. I could feel the jealousy build inside as I look away from the sickly happy couple because I can't stand to look at him having his arms around someone else, someone that's not me. I know it's foolish to still want him after all these years. But I can't help it. I wish I didn't love him and that at thirteen I was confused about what I felt or that I only liked him because he was gay. That is not the case at all. I think each day I fall more in love with him. Even though I avoid him these feelings won't be squashed down. Now feeling depressed I go into my room and change into my running clothes. Hopefully a few hours of running will clear my head. God I hope he isn't working today.
Sweat gathered at my brow and began pouring down my face into my eyes – my hand automatically swiping at my eyes pressing in a little hard causing me to stumble a little. I looked around, embarrassed. Gosh, I am so awkward, of course there isn't anyone else around, certainly not in the early hours in the morning and the fact that I am running through the grounds of a private estate assures me of that.
Looking up at the murky grey clouds hovering low in the sky, the day has barely begun and I already want it to be over. The reasons being that firstly I have no friends that I could just go hang out with and I couldn't go to the local library since my car has broken down on me. It's so ironic that my dad spends so much money on a good car for me and gets it imported from Europe. I only got it last year and it's already need serviced three times. He should just have stuck with an American model. They are more reliable. Since there was no school for a week I decided that today after visiting mum and dad I will come home and I will laze around all day grabbing myself numerous cups of coffee and cookies while I started that new book I had downloaded on my kindle.
