A Broken Faith: Chapter 2
It was December 31st 2007, New Years Eve. I was at home alone, my mum and dad had gone to their friends party, I'd stayed at home and was curled up the sofa watching a film when I heard a knock on the door, I wasn't expecting anyone today. I felt my phone buzz next me and read the message.
'come outside x' I was positive I'd never seen the number before. Confused I went to see who was at the door.
I was surprised to see Ed there, he was one of my best friends, but was supposed to be at his 'girlfriend' Alice's party tonight, everyone was there, that's why I had chosen not to go. I couldn't stand her bitchiness. The way she glared at me when I was near Ed, she didn't even like him, she just knew that I liked him, had always liked him, not that he'd ever noticed the way I blushed when he moved my hair out of my eyes, the way I trusted him so completely, the way I could tell him everything. She only wanted him because I did and she rubbed it in my face everyday that she had him. They'd been dating for 2 months now. I hadn't properly talked to him since then. I'd missed him so much.
'Hey,' he said it so casually as if we hadn't be gradually drifting apart for the last 2 months, he was one of them now. The popular group.
'how've you been?' I felt hurt that he would talk so casually as of he'd only been away for the weekend. Didn't he realise how much I'd missed him being there for me when my dad goes off on one of his drunken adventures.
'Okay, I suppose, what are you doing here?' I felt so many emotions run through me in that one sentence, hurt, sad, angry, alone, jealous, scared, vulnerable and confused. Why was he here, on my door step for the first time in 2 months, and why tonight on new years eve?
'I wanted to give you your Christmas present, your still my best friend you know, I would have given you it sooner but Alice...' he looked upset. 'can I come in, I need to talk to you'
I suddenly felt like such a bitch, how could I have been so pathetic, he was my best friend, and he needed a friend right now. He looked like his was going to cry, I couldn't say no, I wanted to see him, no needed to. Even if if was for my own sad reasons.
'yeah you best come in, I'll make us a coffee...'
I woke from the dream with tears pouring down my face, it's been five years, I'm not a silly naive 16 year old anymore, and neither is Ed, he's grown up and moved so why can't I?