Tom had left in the morning. He popped his head around the bedroom door to tell me he had some errands to run and he didn't know when he's be back. He's been gone for over two hours now.
It's a Saturday so I spend the morning in my pyjama's watching daytime TV with this uncomfortable knot in my stomach. Tom had looked just as spritely as he usually is this morning, as if he had totally forgotten about what had happened last night. Was he just trying to ignore the problem and expect it to go away? His guilt is clearly eating away at him and burying his head in the sand isn't going to do any good. The only thing that could possibly be of use is to face things head-on.
My stomach flips. Is that what Tom's errand is? Is he going to talk to my mum? He tried it before behind my back… I gulp. If he is…please God, let it go well. I can't handle this anymore. In my head, being with Tom was supposed to be a breath of fresh air. But I guess I should have known that fantasies are nothing like the real thing.
I take my bowl and spoon to the sink and start the washing up, gazing out the window as I daydream. When am I going to take that step? When am I finally going to see my mum? I've been thinking about it ever since she chucked me out but shivers crawl up my back every time I do. What if I'm met with the same reaction Tom had and get a door slammed in my face? I don't think I could take it. I saw how much of a mess it had turned Tom into. I don't want to share the same fate.
But what if mum thinks I'm ignoring her? What if she thinking I've just abandoned her? That I don't care? That I have Tom now and that's it?
The knot in my stomach tightens, making my eyes clench shut and the horrific sensation. What if she thinks that she's dead to me?
I need to see her.
But not right now just in case I am right and Tom is attempting to mend fences. Part of me feels like that's just another excuse not to go but…it is a good one.
I jump into the shower, slip into my sweats and dry my hair. It's now almost half three and Tom's still not back. He left at ten. Should I be worried? No, don't be silly. Tom's his own person, he can do whatever he wants.
Sitting back on the sofa with a packet of crisps, I think about going shopping. I need to go shopping. I need more clothes. And it's either I buy some more or I get my old ones from home. A shudder runs up my back. Home. The house I'm not welcome at.
Finally, I decide to go to town and treat myself to a new wardrobe. I get a sinking feeling as I dress though, remembering the man at the bar and the couple at the restaurant. It's like they've made me agoraphobic. Every time I think about going outside, I am overcome with dread. But I can't spend my life locked up in this tiny flat. I should be enjoying my life. Enjoying my life with the man that I love. When you buy a new flashy car, you don't keep it in the garage, do you? No. You take it out for a spin and paint the town red.
Just as I reach up to grab my jacket off the hanger, there's a knock at the door. I pause. Who could that be? Curiosity and apprehension flutters me heart as I head towards the door. Maybe it's someone Tom knows. My heart thumps. Maybe it's my mum. But how have they got through the front door? I didn't buzz anyone in.
Letting out a steadying breath, I open the door.
My heart bangs against my ribs and my eyebrows almost hit my hairline.
He looks exactly how he had in my dream. The black shoes, the navy attire, blacked out shades and the police hat. A pair of silver handcuffs hang from his belt, bouncing light onto the wall. He purses his lips and pulls his shades down his nose. His mesmerizing pale blue eyes shine at me.
"Tom?" I say, laughing a little with complete shock.
His tall, lean body towers over me. He inspects my body with a blank mask, before his gaze sweeps back to my eyes, making my heart skip a beat.
"My name is Officer Frisky, ma'am," he says. I hold back a laugh, attempting to be serious. He has clearly put a lot of thought into this and I'd hate to ruin it. "Are you Ebony Farris?"
"I've been told that you have been a very bad girl, Miss Farris. May I come in?"
My thighs clench at the sudden rush of heat between them. I gulp and step to the side, allowing him access. "Certainly."
He nods cordially and enters. I close the door behind him and turn. He's studying the flat with his back to me. God, he looks incredible. Even more delicious in real life. Holy crap, this is going to be amazing.