Chapter Thirty ~ Three

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I am now home in my room I'm trying to find some pyjamas to put then I'm going
to watch Netflix I'm thinking eathier pretty little liars or once upon a time or
maybe a film of some sort.

I keep getting messages from Yasmine and Peri but I'm not really to talk to any of them.

I know I need to talk to Yasmine about how I really feel but I'm not sure if I'm brave
enough to tell her and as for Peri if I see her i don't think I can control my mouth or
my actions am still annoyed with what she said and done.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

" Come in " I shout please not Yasmine or Peri I can't deal with any of them tonight.

"Hiya hun Mercades will need to be told about what we talked about I at the train
station" Sylver says

"I know but I don't know If I got the courage to tell her" i say as I put some pyjamas
on my bed

" If you want I can tell your mum " Sylver says

"Yeah only if you wouldn't mind" I say

Sylver doesn't say a word to me just gives me a hug again then he leaves.

* PHONE RINGS*

I pick my phone up to see who it is its Yasmine I don't answer I just turn
the volume down as Bobby is asleep.

I know I need to talk to Yasmine but at this moment in time my head is all
over the place the 1 thing I am happy about is that Sylver is okay with my
sexuality its now Mercades and the rest of this family when will this end.

Me: I do need to talk to you about something but you will have to give me
time we will talk I promise all I'm asking is to give me time.

I press send hopefully she will be happy with that but I'm not sure.

Within no longer then 10 minutes I get a response from Yasmine.

Yasmine: that's fine I'll let Peri kno

Me: thank you and no i dont want Peri there when we talk i just want it
you amd me.

Yasmine: why I don't understand why Peri can't come I though we were all was
meant to be friends

I don't respond to Yasmine I just put my phone on charge and put my pyjamas on
but all I got in my head is why can't Yasmine just accept that I want it be just
me and you.


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