Unlikely // c.h

1.5 Serious Talks

27th July

I woke up at 5am to the sound of moving,

“Jen? Are you okay?” I whispered, she looked at me and shook her head,

“Let’s go for a walk,” I said getting out of the bed. I had been disconnected from all of the machines so I was free to do whatever I wanted. Jen and I looked at Gemma quickly to make sure she was still asleep before leaving the room.

“What’s wrong?” I asked as we sat down in the canteen that was still open because of the Nurses, Doctors and the overnight stayers (people like Jen and Gemma).

“I got a phone call about an hour ago from my mum,” Jen said looking intently at the cup of coffee in front of her,

“Oh my God your mum called you?” I said pretending to be shocked in hope that it would make her laugh,

“No Perrie, it’s not funny it’s serious,”

“Why? What’s happened?” I asked starting to get worried,

“I answered the phone and then she started shouting at me asking where I was even though I told her,”

“Yeah?” I asked,

“Then she told me that I was the worst daughter in the world and that I shouldn’t even come home because I spend so much time at your house or at Gemma’s and that it’s like I’m just a stranger passing through,”

“Jen, I’m sorry,”

“I wouldn’t be like a stranger passing through if she didn’t argue so much with my dad,” She said through gritted teeth, I just stared at her because I didn’t know what to say and I didn’t know how to react. I just sat in front of her letting her know I was there for her.

“I can’t take it anymore Perrie,” She said moving her hair out of her face,

“What do you mean?”

“I can’t take the arguing, I can’t take the fact that I never spend time at home, I can’t take the fact that my parents don’t notice that I’m not there till 4am then make it out like it’s my fault. They call me the stranger passing through but I’m not, they’re the strangers passing through my life because I know when I’m old enough to get out of that place I’m going to and I’m never looking back,” She said through the tears falling down her face,

“Jen, you’re not going to just walk out of your parent’s lives,” I said,

“Why not? They wouldn’t care; they’d throw a fucking party with a sign above our front door saying ‘Come inside and party because our daughter has pissed off somewhere we don’t know and don’t care about’,”

“They’d need a big sign,” I joked, she laughed and rested her head on her hand,

“I mean it Perrie; I’m not staying her for long. As soon as I turn 18 I’m outta here,”

“You turn 18 in a week,” I said,

“I’ve planned it all Perrie, I’m going to London. They finish school when they are 16 over there and I’m going to a University that’s already accepted me. They university said that they’re going to help me get a few A Level’s, that’s what they call them over there, and then they’re gonna get me on a course of my choice,”

“How are you going to pay for it all?” I asked,

“I’ve been saving up for a long time Perrie, I’ve got a lot of money because my parents always forgot my birthday and then thought giving me a large cash sum would make it okay,” She answered,