Chapter Thirty ~ Four

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"Sapphire love breakfast" I hear Breda calling me the fuck is she doing here

"Okay " I shout as I get up

I open my bedroom door to see Breda and go to the bathroom as I need
to use the toilet

"Morning Breda you okay" I ask

"Yes love did you have a good sleep " Breda asks

"Yeah I'm just going to the toilet then I'll have my breakfast if that's
okay" I ask

"Yes love of  purse its okay " Breda says

With that I go straight to the bathroom.

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A few hours have past and all I have don't since I had my breakfast is write a letter
to Yasmine explaining how I truely feel about her, how much that I love her , why
my dad and Mercades went mad , why I dont want Peri around when I'm telling
her how I feel and I'm writing it in a letter its literally going to explain everything
to Yasmine the only reason I'm writing it down is just because I have a feeling that
she will flip out and not let me say anything I really have no idea how this will go
and that scares me.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

Before I can have the chance to say or shout anything Mercades walks in

"What can I do for you Mercades" I say

"Well for a start you call me mum and second why didn't you tell me"  Mercades says

"If you want me to can call you mum then you need to even think you about me call mum , and
what are you going on about me not telling you" I say

Mercades just closes her eyes it's like she's counting to 10

"About you having feelings for Yasmine " Mercades she's

"Why do you think look how your reaciting why the hell would I tell you anything " I say c armly

Mercades doesn't say a word to em she just gives me a shocked looked on her face.

"Is this that Maalik kid fault is she the reason why you was at the train station" Mercades shouts

"No its not her fault its Peris and your fault if you really care about me at all and that Maalik kids
name is Yasmine you would Of though how long you lived here you would of known people
names other then your families" I shout back

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