Here's chapter 7!
Alexz
"What are you doing here?" I croaked out. My throat was killing me and I could see two of everything.
He stepped into the hall and shut the door behind him.
"G told me you weren't coming in. She said you were sick."
I glared at him.
"Since when do you care?"
I tried not to say much, because even though I tried to shout at him, my voice was barely audible.
"Jude, I care."
"No you don't." I walked into the lounge and sat down. He followed me.
"Anyway, how did you know I was here?" My voice was getting quieter and quieter as I spoke.
"Georgia told me." I looked at him. "Please Jude. I want to talk about what happened."
"Well I don't. I think you should leave."
He just shrugged.
"Fine. Call me when you're ready to talk." He began to walk towards the door. "Feel better soon." I heard the door shut. Tommy had left.
For the rest of the day I laid on the sofa. There was nothing on TV so I got bored pretty quickly. I tried to sing something but my voice faltered and squeaked. That didn't mean, though, that I couldn't work on lyrics and chords.
By the time Georgia got back from work I had several chords and lyrics down on paper.
She came into the lounge to find me lying on the sofa, a huge bowl of ice-cream (comfort food) on my lap. I had tear stains on my cheeks but I was no longer crying.
Georgia sat down beside me.
"Feeling better?"
"Sort of. Physically I don't feel like crap anymore but emotionally, I'm still working on it."
She gave me a sympathetic smile.
"Tom came round didn't he."
I nodded.
"Uh huh. I want to sort things out between us, but he lied to me again. I just don't know if I can trust him again."
Georgia put a comforting hand on my shoulder.
"Don't worry, you'll work things out."
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