In My Dreams *ON HOLD*

Chapter Thirthy

I shut the door on the winds bellows and the room falls silent. I sigh leaning back on the nobly door tossing with the idea whether to call Reece or not.

I reach into my jean pocket and extract my extremely hot iPhone (I'm not surprised as I slept with it there last night), taking my time over staring at the numbers which will direct me to the voice of the boy I have started to lose.

I hover my index finger over the phone symbol, ready to press. What if he's deleted my number? What if he doesn't want to talk? What if I don't exist to him anymore?

I shove the phone back in my pocket and dart down the hallway and back into my bedroom.

My heart pounds the minute I catch a sympathetic looking Juliet staring at me from her top bunk. I don't know how but I had forgotten that I shared this room with two other girls. I got lucky when we first moved here and had the single bed in the corner, whilst Molly and Juliet had a bunk on the other side.

"How much of it did you hear?" I asked her, not sure whether I was prepared for her answer. Juliet's eyes softened more than it had already, that was all I needed to know that she heard enough to know what was going on.

"I'm sorry Jess, I didn't want to make the situation awkward and embarrassing, and so I pretended I was asleep. I tried not to listen in but it was impossible." Her voice was filled with panic. She hated the rare occasions where she knew she could make a person upset, she was a good person Juliet, and an ever greater friend. I know she would rather have not listened in on the conversation but she always thought about others before herself. Sometimes that was a considerate thing, sometimes a pain in the arse.

"It's all right, it's over. But please let's just keep this between you and me. Okay?" My smile washes away all the pain in her eyes.

Juliet climbs off her top bunk in her poker-dot pyjamas, "Okay." She returns my smile, making it look pathetic.

"No one else saw us?" I hope the answer is 'No' seeing that I would have a lot more explaining to do. And to be honest - I don't have the time.

"No," I sigh, "just me. Mol spent the night with Harry. Now let's get some breakfast!" Juliet's walks out of the room. And I shake my head at my best friend, of cause she's with Harry.

"Juliet," I shout glancing at the clock at the same time her head pops round the door frame, "I think we're a bit late for breakfast." We both giggle before I join her and we head off into the kitchen.

I roll my eyes at the sight of dirty dishes left on the counter surface by my idle friends, it's always me left to clear their mess up! Well at least I have a week of to recover from hospital so I can give the apartment a well needed scrub.

"Is it only you with a free morning today? Sorry, I can't remember." I shrug.

"I don't blame you, if I had been in a hospital for a month; I would have forgotten what my parents look like!" I laugh at the sincerity off that, "So, yes it's only me this morning, and then I'm off."

"Sorry, I know this sounds really bad, but what are you actually studying?"

Juliet cackles, "Who are you and what have you done with the real Jessica Henderson?" I grin, though slightly pissed, it's not a joke.

Juliet breaks the awkward silent, "I'm doing physiotherapy." Finally the clogs in my brain click together.

"Ah and your also doing business." Juliet's body glows as she nods taking a bite of her ham and mango chutney sandwich. I love her food so much, and by the means of her coming from South Africa, she knows all of the flavours and spices out there.

Juliet interrupts my daydream by sniggering, "Are you drooling?" I raise my eyebrows.

"What no!" I shake my head. I lift my hand up to my mouth wiping away all the evidence that there could have been to show how much I envied Juliet's sandwich.

I turn around seeing that the dishes aren't going to clean themselves and pull on my yellow rubber gloves. After ten minutes of intense scrubbing and drying, I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn around to see a fresh-looking Juliet dressed in blue jeans and her favourite Dorothy Perkins red V top. Juliet is so beautiful it's ridiculous, she doesn't mean to but she makes us all feel so intimidated sometimes - especially at parties. She smiles handing me two freshly made ham and mango chutney sandwiches. I take them and thank her before she grabs her black bag and she's off into the graveyard of autumn.

I finish my sandwiches at the table, staring at my phone. It shouldn't be this hard considering the amount of phone calls I usually make in a day, but today it's as if opening that door and letting Ash out of it was a curse; Winter had seeped into my warm home and caught me, freezing my fingers.

Just ring the bloody number.

I punch my phone putting it on speaker and running away standing in the hall with my hands in my face, leaving gaps where I can see it ringing on the oak table.

First ring. Silence.

Second ring. Nothing.

Third ring. The boiler rattles screaming to me that we're out of hot water for today.

Fourth ring. He's not going to answer.

"Hello?" My heart jumps into the air and does at least five hundred somersaults.

I run to the table catching my breath, "Reece! Oh my god, hi!" My chest heaves up and down waiting for his response.

The line goes dead.

"No!" I scream "Fuck you, fuck you!" I press the telephone symbol once more.

Nothing.

He must have deleted my number or he would have known it was me. God he is strong. Damn you Reece Hill, damn you.

Enough is enough so I grab my house keys and bus pass, slamming the door behind me.

I'm coming for you Reece, I'm coming.

Authors note

Right so you know I said last chapter that this chapter was meant to be part of the last? Well, I messed up because the next chapter was going to be in this chapter too. So to put things into perspective - last chapter, this chapter and the next chapter were all originally meant to be one. Okay? Thanks :)

Moving on, it was my Birthday yesterday!!!! Whoop! And I went to Alnwick castle with one of my best friends Emily (who is Emily in my book, I'm so creative lol!) it was really fun! And you all know I loveeeeee Harry Potter so when I got to do broomstick training it was fun yet humiliating! Anyway probably one of my favourite presents has to be a book I got called The Silkworm. It is Jk Rowling's latest book about the detective Corman Strike. I can't wait to get into it!

And I would also like to thank all you quiet people who don't comment or vote. I know that you enjoy it as some of you are adding my book to your reading lists! I've written a thank you on all of your notice boards and in here - my book - thank you xxx

The support from my friends and others is deffinatly boosting my confidence. Thank you so much once more!

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