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CHAPTER 11

The phone continued to ring in my hand and I could do was stare at it. I did not want to talk to that fucker after his comments last night. 

"Who is it? You've gone pale." I quickly declined the call and stuffed my phone back in my pocket. He continued to look at me, clearly waiting for an answer. "Just my brother, I don't really feel like talking to him after last night." He nodded clearly believing my answer. My phoned chimed in my pocked telling me he'd left a voice mail. 

"Don't fucking blame you, It took everything I had not to chase him down and ask why he was leaving you. on your own." I nodded agreeing. "He was so annoyed at me, he told me he was done with my shit and not to bother calling him." Jake's eyes flared as I spoke. 

"You were in hospital and he told you he was done with you?" he barked at me. "I don't really blame him Jake, he thinks i'm a fuck up and he has literally had my back since the day I was born. There's clearly a limit to what someone will put up with and he reached it last night." 

He went silent clearly mulling over what I'd said. Curiosity got the better of me and I had to know what that voicemail said. 

"Just nipping to loo" I told him as I stood up and grabbed my phone. Once I was safely in the toilet I queued up the voice mail and put my phone to my ear. 

"What the fuck Tilly, your brother phones my this morning to ask if i'd heard from you because you OD'd at the club and then fucking left the hospital against their advice. Are you fucking insane. I don't know what the fuck is going on but we need to talk. I'm coming over tonight. Make sure you're alone" 

Who the actual fuck did he think he was and why was my brother phoning Luke! I deleted the voicemail just in case. I brought up the texts between me and Mike and furiously typed 

Do me a favour Mike, if you're so called done then don't be phoning someone who walked out of my life and telling them about last night. It has nothing to do with either of you any more. 

I felt better for sending it. Both Luke and Mike had walked out of my life and yet they both still thought they could still tell me what to do. My phone buzzed, it was a reply from Mike. 

No problem Tilly.

His reply stung a little, I know what I said but I was still his little sister. Part of me was hoping my shitty text would prompt him to ring me. I made my way back to Jake.

He studied my face. "The voicemail not what you wanted to hear?" Luke asked. I looked at him puzzled, had he followed me. "I'm not stupid, your voicemail tone goes and you rush off to the toilet, you don't need to hide the fact that you wanted to hear what your brother had to say." I relaxed, realising he hadn't followed me but that I was more obvious than I thought. "I know your brother doesn't like me" 

"Would you want your sister fucking a well known drug dealer?" the words left my mouth before I thought what I was saying. Oh well, it was out there now that I knew what he did. 

"Ah, so you do know what I do for a job then." He held my eyes. It wasn't the first choice in job I would have wanted someone I was considering dating to have, but who was I to judge. 

"Of course I do, it's not exactly a well hidden secret and to be clear I'm not judging but you can't honestly be shocked that my brother doesn't like you." His face remained blank and I felt bad that I had just thrown something in his face that I had used to my own advantage over the last year. "Look, I'm getting really tired Jake, I think I need to just get back and sleep" I told him whilst I stood up and put my coat on. 

"Yeah of course, you had a rough night. I'll walk you home." The mood had changed, I had put a spanner in the works when we'd actually been getting on so well. I didn't know how to tell him that without telling him exactly what had bothered me so instead I held his hand. He looked down to where our hands were now joined and smiled. He leaned down and kissed my temple. It was nice, it was normal. We made our way out of the cafe and walked down the road to my flat holding hands. When we reached the entrance to my flat I hesitated, I didn't really want him to come up but I also didn't want him to leave. I had really enjoyed my morning with him.