Chapter 3 - The Meeting
'I'm glad you called, we need to talk' Clea said as I sat down. She was like me, hardly ever said hello, and always straight to the point.
'What about?' I asked. She was closed off again. Both times I had seen her in Widows Vale, She'd seemed closed off and reserved.
'You know what about Hunter!' She snapped, which I was taken aback by, Clea never snaps.
'You left England! You left me! –Your girlfriend without any explanation. I had no idea where you'd gone. Didn't you think I'd be worried. Did you just think I'd accept it! That I would just carry on without you as if we had never met! Like you had never been in my life? I couldn't do that hunter............I can't do that.'
I was stunned I didn't know what to say. I just sat there mouthing wordlessly. Clea had changed so much, in just one year.
'Hunter. Just, say something'
I still couldn't find anything to say, my mind went blank. She never had this affect on me before.
'Hunter. You're the most decent guy I've ever met. Coz Cal, well he tried to kill me, ha! And Chris.....' She looked like she had just said too much.
'Hunter, please. Just please say something'.
'I'm with Morgan' I just blurted it out. I hadn't meant to. It just came out.
'Excuse me?' Clea said looking shocked.
'I'm with Morgan' I whispered 'I'm sorry'
I looked up at Clea, she looked as if I had just slapped her. I sent my senses towards her and her block was even stronger now. Then without warning she got up and left.
I followed her outside and she was just pulling away in her car when I got there.
'I'm sorry Clea' I whispered into the air.
Clea's POV
'It's not over yet' I said to myself as I drove away tears of anger and sadness rolling down my cheeks and onto my legs.
'Just wait till the party tonight'.