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Chapter Thirty Seven
My eyes flickered open slowly, narrowing as they adjusted to the sudden sunlight streaming in through the bedroom window. Blinking several times, I propped myself up on one elbow and looked around.
We were home.
My eyes widened in amazement as I looked around. I was in Mum's room, curled up next to her. On her other side were Ben and Nellie.
I smiled.
Home...
Sitting up, I flung my legs over the side of the bed and glanced at my family again. They were still asleep.
Smiling, I left Mum's bedroom and entered mine. I threw my jeans, shirt and hoodie off and opened my wardrobe. After a moment, I pulled on my black skinny jeans and an old band shirt which used to belong to Ben before I stole it to wear in bed.
After pulling these on, I tied my hair back into a ponytail and picked up my coat.
Downstairs, I slipped on my plimsolls and grabbed a breakfast bar, muching on it as I wrote a quick note:
Gone for a walk to clear my head. Won't be long. Amy xxx
Happy no one would panic after they found this explanation, I left home.
It was still rather early, so hardly anyone was out. The sun was shining above me, which made me smile as I wandered along aimlessly, my hands deep in my pockets.
"Morning, Amy!" Mr Jackson, the owner of the corner shop nearby, called as I approached him.
"Morning, Mr Jackson!" I greeted him with a smile.
"It's a lovely day, don't ya think? All gorgeous and sunny."
"It sure is, Mr Jackson."
"So what are you doing up so early? Not running away, are ya?" He joked. I laughed.
"No, just walking."
Mr Jackson chuckled. "There ain't nothing like a good walk to clear the head, 'ey?"
"There certainly isn't, Mr Jackson." I agreed. He smiled thoughtfully before looking back down at me.
"Well, I'll just let ya get on with clearing your head and all. Will I be seeing you soon?"
"Probably, Mr Jackson."
Just as I began walking again, Mr Jackson called after me.
"Amy!"
"Yes?"
"How's your mother doing? I heard about Anthony."
I smiled sadly. "We've had a bit of a hard time, but I think we're getting through it."
Mr Jackson smiled. "Good."
I continued wandering along, finally finding myself at the park. It was practically empty; I could just see a few figures in the distance and presumed they were early dog walkers or joggers.
Without really thinking about it, I made my way into the playground area and sat on one of the swings.
I gently swung back and forth, my eyes on the ground.
We were home.
It was so odd. After everything we went through...we were home. Just like that.
The weird thing was that I kinda missed Sweeney and Mrs Lovett.
Could you blame me? Hell, we'd been through a lot together and now they were gone.
I didn't want to go back, not really, but I wanted to see them again.
Sighing, I began pushing the swing back and forth with more energy, properly swinging, as if I could just swing my emotions away. I could feel the swing gettting higher and higher, and I couldn't help but laugh!
It felt like I was a little girl again, swinging as high as I could while kicking my feet up in the air. It was mental!
The wind whipped around me, its icy touch caressing my exposed face and neck, but I didn't care. I just kept swinging as high as I could.
"Whee!" I cried, just like a little girl.
"Amy?"
I stopped in my swinging, slowly coming to a stop, as I stared at the figure stood in front of me in shock.
Sweeney.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"I thought you wanted to see me." He muttered, his eyes not meeting mine. I grinned as I jumped up from the swing and bounded towards him.
"Hell yes! This is so cool! You can come home and see Mum and Ben and Nellie again! They won't mind! You could stay for dinner and maybe Mrs Lovett will be there as well and then we'd all be happy. You can stay, can't you? It would be so amazing if you - "
"Amy."
I paused in my babbling, staring up at Sweeney. "Y-yes?"
"I can't stay here."
"Why not?"
"I just can't."
"Not even for a few more days?" I begged. He shook his head.
"No."
"I'm going to miss you."
"You don't need me."
"I do."
Sweeney stared down at me before shaking his head. "Goodbye, Amy."
"Please don't go." I whispered.
"I have to." Sweeney insisted. I could feel tears springing to my eyes.
"Why? After everything that's happened, you're just going to leave?"
"AMY!"
I spun around to see Hannah running towards me, waving her arms about in a manic manner. I quickly turned back to Sweeney.
"Please. Just for an hour."
Sweeney opened his mouth to respond, but Hannah cut him off.
"AMY!"
I reluctantly turned around, forcing a smile out as I blinked the tears back.
"Hey, Hannah." I said, my voice wavering.
"Don't 'hey Hannah' me! You haven't been in school all week or answered my phone. What the hell? Where have you been?"
A week? I had been away for way longer than that...was time different? I didn't know. I didn't really care.
I couldn't help but glance over my shoulder, but Sweeney was gone.
Gone...
He didn't even say goodbye.
"Amy, where the hell have you been?" Hannah demanded, her hands on her hips. I looked back at her.
"You know what, Hannah? I'd tell you, but you wouldn't believe me."
Without another word, I walked past her, ignoring her annoyed calls for me to come back. I kept blinking the tears back as I began running. I ran as fast as I could, my arms and legs flying everywhere.
"Amy?"
I ran back Mr Jackson, ignoring his calls.
"Amy?"
I pushed myself past Mum as she opened the front door, staring at me in shock.
"Amy, what's wrong?"
I ignored everyone as I ran upstairs, slamming my bedroom door shut and then locking it. I used all the strength I had left to shove my chest of drawers in front of the door and then wrenched the curtains shut before throwing myself onto my bed and burying my face into my pillow, frustrated tears running down my cheeks.
He didn't even say goodbye.