The next day I woke up with the biggest grin on my face.

I couldn't believe what was going on like who would've known this time last year that now I would be dating the most amazing, generous, kind, sweet and absolutely gorgeous Bertie Gilbert?

Sunguisnhgwnih. I just couldn't get him off my mind. I wanted to see him today but he had told me whilst dropping me off at my house last night that he was busy today with his friends.

So I had to forgive him and deal with it, well I suppose the goodnight smooch helped me along.

Hmm, what to do today heh?

After a little bit of effort I ended up with the result of staying at home and being lazy. Sounds good to me.

So I popped on some leggings and an oversized jumper then headed to the living room to watch some Jeremy Kyle.

Man Jeremy Kyle could lighten my mood any day, I suppose just laughing at others people arguments keeps me entertained….

But just as I strolled downstairs I could hear Mickey and my mum having a rowel.

"DON'T YOU DARE MICKEY, DON'T EVEN TOUCH ME!"

"OH I SEE HOW IT IS, I COME IN HERE, GIVE YOU EVERYTHING YOU WANT BUT EVERYTHING JUST ISNT ENOUGH IS IT?" Mickey shouts. I don't like the way he's shouting at my mum, he sounds dangerous.

"MICKEY, DON'T YOU EVEN fU***ING START! THERES NO EXCUSE FOR YOU SEEING ANOTHER WOMAN BEHIND MY BACK THEN PRETENDING SHE WAS JUST A FRIEND. I SAW THE PICTURES, I SAW THE TEXTS, YOU DON'T EVEN FU***ING CARE ABOUT ME OR FRANKIE" the anger in my mums voice was building up and up.

I didn't want to enter their argument, so just perched on the bottom step listening in.

"OH OH, (Mickey's voice lowered now) Frankie? Frankie? That little brat, she just takes up this whole house, uses MY MONEY and I don't even get a thankyou in return. We could've easily gone off without her, off to Australia like we planned, but no, you had to stay, you couldn't leave her. But look what's happened now! If it wasn't for her, we wouldn't be having this argument."

What? Mum was going to leave me? Leave me with who? Dad? She knows how much I hate him. I started to build up with anger and betrayal, my eyes watering.

"Mickey, you don't even dare! Staying with Frankie was the best decision of my life. I thought you would understand? I thought you were DIFFERENT. BUT NOW I SEE YOU'RE JUST A FU**ER LIKE THE REST OF 'EM." Just at that moment, I heard a massive body slap and then my mums scream.

I burst out into tears and ran into the kitchen to see my mum on the floor, in tears and Mickey, clenched fists staring at her.

He then saw me and pushed past, out the front door.

I was paused, crying my eyes out in horror glaring down at my insignificant mother. She was so tiny, a skinny frame unlike mine, her back turning her body into a ball.

I tried to hate her, tried so hard but I couldn't.

I reached down to touch her shoulder, she flinched.

"Frankie? Frankie? Oh no, you didn't hear all that did you?" she questions.

I just nodded, eyes watery and somber.

She then started to explain to me the story of Australia.

Turns out she was going to leave me because Mickey had a life in Australia, a rich one of sorts and a house. But they couldn't get me a Visa because I was too young and it was too expensive, so she thought of leaving me until I was old enough to understand and then I could decide to live with them or not, if things were going smoothly that is. But still, I can't believe she considered it! She knows how much I loved her, especially as a child and how much I detested my father.

I just couldn't see her doing something like that. Never.

I helped her up into a chair and got her an ice pack for the bruise on her face.

It looked terrible, all purple and putrid.

I would've stayed with her, but I needed to get out of the house, fuse off the anger within me and see Bertie.

…

As soon as I exited my door, I ran.

Ran so fast, I just needed my Bertie.

He did live about a 25 minute walk away. I would've been better off getting the bus but I wanted to run.

I ran up his pathway and slammed on the door.

My eyes had started to water up again, glistening in the pale white velvet of the sky.

I fidgeted, shaking my hands and knees. For christs sake Bertie, open your door!

I slammed on his door again and again and again, louder after each knock.

He wasn't answering, I think he was out.

I collapsed onto the icy patio of his front door, slumped my body into a shell and rested my face in my hands.

But thankfully, not long after I had deserted into a ball of emotions, a soft, bony hand placed itself on my knee.

I peered up to find an abashed pair of pellucid aqua eyes staring into my heart.

I leaped into his arms and burst out all my sorrows, sorrows of Mickey, sorrows of Australia and sorrows of my mum.

I had been yabbering on and on until a flabbergasted Bertie hushed me down and carried my slender body into his house and onto his sofa.

I was still crying and Bertie couldn't make out what I was saying so he just sat next to me, comforting me.

Eventually, I had collapsed in his arms and fell asleep, his body keeping me warm, his arms protecting me, his voice hushing me to calm.