Ron collected his coffee and brought it up to his room. He placed it on a leather coaster he randomly had on his desk nd sat back on his desk swallowing the amount of coffee he sipped not long ago. Then he picked up the note again and read it over and over.
I wonder if i gave her my number? I think i can remember writing something down in the club, but it's not certainly true.
Ron placed the note back on his desk and picked up his coffee again, putting the cup to his mouth and sipping some of the brown, liquid once again.
"Love my mum's coffee" Ron said to hiself.
Meanwhile at Kim's house, her mum was in the living room argueing with her husband. Kimwalked through the porch and hung her coat up, took off her high heels and placed her quite empty bag onto a hook.
"Kim?" a feminine voice said.
Kim's mother came walking out of the kitchen holding a cup of tea and stopped to see her daughter looking tarty and slightly scruffy.
"Kim!" her mother shrieked, dropping her tea on the floor adn running upto her daughter.
"Where the hell have you been?" she asked in a firm tone.
"I have been at a night club having fun. Why?" Kim replied in a slurred tone. She wasn't completely sober.
"Have you been drinking?" her mother asked, looking at Kims face.
"A little, so what?" Kim yelled back, pushing her mother away and heading upstairs.
"Kim. You get down here right now!" her mother yelled up the stairs.
Kim's father in the background cleaned up the spilt tea and broken tea cup as his wife yelled at Kim.
"Kim!" her mother repeated, her voice slowly becoming louder.
"Just leave her. She has obviously ahd a good but rough night adn needs some sleep. You yelling at her for having some alcohol isn't going to get us anywhere is it?" her father said, placing the wet cloth into the sink and placing the broken pottery into the bin nearby.
"I just worry about her. She is so young and vunerable" her mother sighed, holding her self.
"She'll be okay. She's a possible" her father hopefully said with a smile.
Kim had gone to her room and laid on her bed. Then she heard a weird noise and put her hand in her pocket and found a folded up piece of paper. IT read:
Ronny-Kins number;
0114 26584365172.
Call me any time babe.
Love you!
Ron xxxxx
"Ronny-kins?" Kim mumbled to herself.
She thought for a few mometns and then remembered.
"Ron's that guy i slept with. I wonder whyi have his number. Did i give mine to him too?" Kim thought, looking at the note as she moved her fingers through her red hair.
She pulled out her top drawer of her chest of drawers and pulled out a pin. Then she held the ntoe to her wall and pinned it.
"I'll keep it for now, i might need it later" Kim said to herself.
And she was right because 5 weeks later she began to notice some odd feelings.
She laid in bed resting her hand on her stomache when she suddenly felt really sick and had to run to the bathroom and throw up down the toilet multiple times.
"Mom!" Kim yelled, wiping her mouth after she threw up again.
"Yes Kim?" her mother replied walking out of her room and infront of the bathroom.
"I'm being sick. Why?" Kim asked, looking towards her mother but quickly turning back to be sick again.
"I'm sure it is just a stomach bug. Your auntie has had a stomach bug" her mother suggested, shurgging her shoulders.
"But i am constantly being sick. I have been all morning" Kim replied, finally finishing and rinsing her mouth.
"I'm sure it nothing. Go get some sleep and you might feel better" her mother said, helping a wousey Kim go to her bedroom again.
Kim climbed into bed and her mother tucked her in.
"It's just a stomach bug, sweetheart" her mother comforted Kim, smiling at her as she headed out of her room.
"It must be" Kim mumbled to herself, snuggling down into her bed.
She fell asleep and didn't wake for another 5 hours when she ran to the toilet again to be sick.
After she had been sick she went back to her room and picked up her phone and checked it for calls or messages. Nothing.