like I was going to have something happen that was going to change my path.
I woke to the neighbour’s dog barking. With one eye open I looked at the time, 7.30 a.m. I threw my arm over my eyes. “Gah! Stupid dog. Every… damn… morning!” I rolled out of bed and trudged to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and recalled the night before.
It was a leaving party, I think, for someone in Saul’s building – honestly I can’t remember. I’d been feeling off all day and decided to leave early. Of course, Con wanted to come with me, but I’d told him to stay and enjoy the party.
Now as I looked in the mirror I wondered why I didn’t ask him to come back to mine and look after me? Oh yeah, that’s right, Gran would’ve had a fit! She still thought I was a virgin, or maybe that was just what she wanted to believe.
The other three were lucky, they either lived in their own places even if they were like shoeboxes or had a level of privacy. They all had a purpose, and career paths chosen. I’d never felt the need to plan my life out, to know what my next step was or where I wanted to be in five years.
Saul’s a photographer, Soph a model and Con was working at being sports editor. He worked for the local paper part-time and studied journalism at Uni. I worked at the supermarket. Sometimes I felt like I made our group slightly off balance. Not that they’d ever mention anything, but going out and spending money was always harder for me. Con always offered to pay, and honestly, sometimes I’d let him. Mostly I didn’t, which meant by default they missed out on adventures because they didn’t want to leave me behind. Even if I did have an amazing and lucrative career though, I think I would’ve still lived with my Gran. She was the best person I knew. I’d lived with her since I was six.
My mother, her daughter, was a single mum. She’d never spoken about who my dad was to anyone. So I guess that would always be a secret. She died from cancer when I was six. My gran was my hero.
I brushed my teeth and jumped in the shower. Twenty minutes later and I was feeling more human. I decided to go and visit Con to see if he was feeling worse for wear this morning.
By the time I’d gotten to his place and realised he was not home I’d received a text from Soph.
Soph: Dead. Just Dead. Ugh. Never. Drinking. Again. I think something died in my mouth.
Me: Where did you end up? I’m at Con’s, but he’s not here.
Soph: Some randomer. I’ve crawled home and am now in bed. Last I saw Con he was still at Saul’s, he’s probably asleep on his sofa.
Me: I’ll pop over this evening, cook you something?
Soph: Lifesaver. I knew there was a reason I loved you girl!
I laughed and popped my phone back in my pocket. Turning around I headed for Saul’s.
T-minus fifteen minutes till heartbreak.
When I got to Saul’s top floor flat, I didn’t need to knock. The door was ajar and as I walked in, I could see the remnants of the previous night scattered everywhere. Empty cups and bottles, cigarette butts, clothes and even some scattered bodies.
I wandered around the small flat. It didn’t take long to find Con. I mean there were only two bedrooms, and he was in one… in the bed… and so was some girl, wrapped around his body, her head lying on his bare chest.
I gasped as Saul wandered in. “Hey Pea, what are you doing here this early?” he questioned, then noticing my face he turned his gaze to Con and the skank.
“What the fuck, Con?” he bellowed.
I still hadn’t said anything. I couldn’t. My throat was frozen. I didn’t even think I could actually breathe there for a while. My breath came out all in a rush as soon as Con opened his eyes and smiled at me.
“Hey babe,” he said automatically. Then he looked down at himself and the skank wrapped around him, who had also started to stir. A look of confusion followed by anger crossed his face. When he looked back at me, his face changed to