Collide sneak peak #2

It is story time again! Here is a bit more of Collide, if you need to re-read the first part click here! I hope you enjoy!


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“I’m fine.” I said to my mother for the one hundredth time. She continued her story of how she suffered with not knowing what had happened to me. It was my fault really for not answering my phone, for waiting three days till I contacted anyone. She had bombarded the American Embassy with phone call after phone call wanting to know what they knew about me. When they continued to give her the wrong answers that was when she reached out to my boss. Who in then turned around and begged me to call home. So here I was talking to my bossy mother.

“Do you know what I went through?” She breathed into the phone, her voice went soft and childlike. “I told you not to move to another country. You would have never experienced that here.”
I rolled my eyes. She knew why I moved to England. Why I took the job as copywriter, leaving my job as an English teacher behind. She didn’t like it or understand it but she knew why.

I had to get away from her, and everyone else that I was related to. They all made me something that I wasn’t. Made me feel as though I was something else. To top it all off they all made me feel as though the accident that had killed my father had been my fault. I knew that it wasn’t but that didn’t stop them from saying it so. He had been drunk, I was the sleeping passenger. I failed to see how this could have been my fault.

“I’m so very sorry for everything you went through.” I said deadpan. “I should have known better than not to have called you the moment I got out of the tube.”

She laughed wickedly. “You don’t need to be sarcastic. Seriously Amelia this, hearing that your child might have been a victim in a terrorist attack is not something I look ward to. To make matters worse you never called! Where were you? Are you in the hospital?”

I growled in frustration. My flat just seemed so empty and cold now that I was home. I didn’t’ want to leave Luke but I had to get out of there the moment I woke up. In my determination to avoid him I ended up bumping into him.

“I have to get to work.” He said shyly. “Loads of paperwork.”

I smiled and nodded. “Well, I’ve taken up a lot of your time already so I’ll be going.”

As I started to walk out of his flat he had grabbed my hand. Even now in my own flat I could feel the warmth of his hand around mine. His breath kissing my face. “How can I get a hold of you?”
I had warmed at his words. Though I was sure that his promises had meant nothing,  I gave him my cell number anyway. He looked at his phone with a smile on his face. “I’ll text you in a couple of days.” He looked at me with those chocolate eyes and smiled brightly. “Promise.”

“Hello, Amy!” My mom shouted bringing back to the present.

“Look I’m sorry. I’m still so very tired from everything. I really want to take a shower, and get into bed. Can you just email me everything you want to get out?”
She sighed again. “Of course I’m so sorry. You take some time for yourself, call me?”
“Sure.” I said then said goodbye. I was a selfish bitch, but I didn’t care. Instead I cared more about getting into bed rather than worry about my mother’s false cares.


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I didn’t sleep as well as I had hoped. Unlike the sofa bed at Luke’s flat, which felt warm and soft, my bed was cold and unwelcoming. I tossed and turned for over an hour before I decided to head to the couch. Stores and business were slowly reopening their doors after the terrorist attacks. Though the border to London was still closed, keeping anyone one from coming in or going out. I sighed realizing that I needed to get out and get some supplies. I had enough food, but I needed more deodorant and more shampoo. I stood straightening my back, letting my bones crack. I was stiff and tired. Desperately I wanted to make my way back to Luke’s flat so I could find some kind of peace but I had to find it on my own. I didn’t know him, and he didn’t know me.

With nothing else to do I decided to take a shower. Simple things like hot water seemed to be so very precious to me suddenly. Having my life flash before me like it had that fateful July day.

My muscles softened under the warm water. I moaned at the sudden release of pressure. Once I was fully clean and wrinkly from standing under the water too long, I dried myself off slowly. I was feeling overly relaxed. Instead of getting out and getting supplies, I decided that now was a good time as any to catch up on my sleep. 

The deeper I fell into the darkness of sleep the more I struggled to remain calm. I couldn’t allow myself to sleep out of sheer fear. The woman with the painted face still laughed at me, the lifeless eyes of the dead watching me as I was being escorted out of the rubble with Luke hold me hard against him.

I couldn’t breathe with the panic and fear strangling me. Sweat layered my skin. Hot and uncomfortable I kicked the covers off of my body. The cool air hit me like a slap in the face. I shivered and felt confided. Stumbling out of bed, my heart pounded with frantic speed.

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