The night seemed to drag on for James. He kept tossing and turning all night; a very restless sleep.
Marnie knew that James had no meetings planned for today so she decided to let him sleep in for a change, he usually is up by 8am.
Mac and Nathan had gone down to work in the pub, Ellie went for her beauty appointment and Alfie went to school.
Marnie was tampering around cleaning her new house, damn did it feel good. She finally had her life back how she wanted it, she had finally got her family back. Marnie sung happily as she went about her housework, dancing along the way.
"Ow" James moans out as he stirs out of his sleep. He felt the pain of where his father had punched him the day previous. James sits up slowly pain rushing throughout his body, he rubs his hands across his face, rubbing away the sleep.
He reached to his bedside table and picked up his phone and unlocked it "11:45" James exclaimed out load, he hurried out of bed and threw his dressing gown on. He proceeded out of his room and was met with Marnie "James darling, you're up, did you sleep well" Marnie asked her son "why didn't you wake me mother" he replied, voice heavy with sleep "it's your day off darling, I thought you could use a good rest rest" Marnie hummed, James just went quiet.
James walked into the kitchen and began preparing coffee, Marnie came over to him "I could have done that for you" she fussed "I'm old enough to do things myself mother" James snapped, Marnie gasped and turned on her heel and left James alone in the kitchen.
James growled in frustration, why did he have to snap at her: Damn.
James finished making his coffee and sat at the table, his heading pounded and he felt nauseous with the throbbing pain in his head, why did he have to cry so much. He got back up and got some painkillers out the cupboard and pushed out two pills and put the rest back. He returned back to his seat. He pushed one pill into his mouth and took a gulp of coffee; burning his throat on the way down, then pushed the second in and gulped down some more coffee, yet again burning his throat.
James sat there for half an hour drinking his coffee while his mother made her rounds around the house cleaning everything obsessively. "James darling" Marnie scared James out of his thoughts and he jumped. Marnie rubbed his shoulder "sorry darling, I didn't mean to scare you" Marnie hesitated before continuing "what's up? you've been off since yesterday, did something happen with your client" she asked her son. James was not in the mood for this today "leave it mother, I've just woken up, I'm not in the mood" James snapped and left for his room.
James got out some grey track pants, white t shirt and a black hoodie. He headed into the bathroom and showered. He got dressed and headed back out into the main area and sat on the sofa and picked up the remote and began channel surfing. Every show that he came across was absolute garbage. It's all reality tv, plastic surgery and all about sex. He switched the tv off in frustration.
Marnie had left by the time James was in the shower so he was currently all alone.
James picked up his phone looking through anything he could think of to give him some kind of relief, some sort of escape from his own feelings. Now even more frustrated then he was before throws his phone across the room in in anger while shouting out with just as much anger as he threw his phone.
James gets up and locates his phone; smashed. Well what did he expect with throwing an iPhone, damn. Now he's got to buy a new one. James picks it up and throws it in the bin, no use to him anymore. He returns to the broken glass on the floor from his broken phone "ouch" James exclaimed as a piece of the glass breaks through the skin on his finger, he lifts his hand up and inspects the cut, watching as the blood runs down his finger; he fascinated.
He proceeds by picking up a shard of glass and staring at it, watching as he moves it when the light catches off it making reflections, so pretty.
He lifts his sleeve up and stares at his arm and looks back at the glass shard, contemplating about this he raises the glass shard and presses it against his arm, tears foiling his eyes to the brim threatening to fall, all his emotions coming to a boiling point and threatening to explode.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Author's Note: Sorry this chapter is short, it just needed to end here and had nothing else to add before it. Hope you enjoyed :)
