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    I turned around. I could hear Con roar, “FUCK!”
    I ran, sprinted, flew like my life hung in the balance out of there, and didn’t stop running until I was in my bed, my head buried in the pillow, sobbing until I couldn’t catch my breath.
    Two days later I left on my six months trip. I ignored all Con’s calls, texts and visits. I spoke to Soph and Saul to let them know I was leaving. They wanted me to stay. Said I needed to talk to him, it wasn’t what it seemed. I couldn’t possibly imagine a scenario where I would think him being entwined, practically naked, with another woman would be acceptable. So I left.
    Two weeks later I found out I was pregnant.
     
    As I force myself to stop remembering, I grab my bag to leave. I give Con a glance before I go and I can see the hurt written all over his face. It’s something I see often when he looks at me now.
    I leave and catch a cab. Not really feeling safe until I get home, knowing that once I’m there I’ll silently cry for everything I’ve lost. For everything that has left a hole, and for myself, and whatever broken pieces that are still left.

 
    I jab the key into the lock with such force I think it might break. Rushing inside I quickly slam the door behind me. My heart is beating so fast I think it may jump out of my chest. I slowly slide down until I’m a heap in the hallway. My chest is constricting and I’m holding my hand over my heart while the pain slowly subsides. Just breathe, I tell myself, trying to calm down.
    A knock on the door makes me scream with fright. When did I become so jumpy and nervous? I shake my head. “Shit I need help,” I mumble to myself as I get up. Peeking through the spy hole I see Dane. What the hell is he doing here and how did he know where to find me?
    Just as I’m about to open the door, a noise in my pocket indicates an incoming text. I pull the phone out to read.
     
    Soph: I gave Dane your address.
     
    I stare at the screen and quickly reply.
     
    Me: What! Why?
    Soph: He seemed concerned and wanted to check on you. Sorry. I was going to come, but he really wanted to see you. Don’t worry he’s not crazy. It was his party.
    Me: Oh, that makes me feel so much better!
    Soph: C ool. Will check in on you tomorrow. xx
     
    I stand there mentally complaining about lack of tone in a text, even though I’m pretty sure Soph got that I was being sarcastic but decided to ignore me.
    “Erm, Pearson are you okay?” Dane’s voice makes me realise I’ve been standing here like a moron ignoring him. He probably thinks I’m deranged. In fact, he’s probably wondering why he bothered following the crazy lady. “Pearson?”
    “Sorry, just a minute.” I look around my hallway. I still have my coat on and my bag is on the floor with the contents spilled out all around it. I crawl to my bag and pop everything back inside and place it on the stairs, then I stand and shrug my coat off chucking it over the banister. I stand facing the door trying to compose myself. Heaven knows how I look as I haven’t got a mirror in my hall to check.
    I open the door and try to aim for breezy and calm. “Hey Dane, what are you doing here?”
    “Well, you kind of ran away. Actually I’m not really sure what happened. I was worried I’d upset you in some way. I asked Soph for your address and thought it best I come to check on you. I hope that’s all right?” He looks a bit apprehensive and I instantly feel bad. This guy has left his own party to check on me. That’s a pretty nice thing to do for someone you’ve only just met. Although normally I would think it’s a bit odd. I know Soph wouldn’t send some crazy stalker guy after me.
    I push the door ajar and step back still eyeing him warily. “Come in?” It comes out more like a question.
    His head jerks up. “Are you sure? I mean you don’t sound convinced,” he chuckles, but I can hear an undercurrent of uncertainty.
    Sighing, I realise he probably thinks I’m a fruit

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