Part 13

                                    

                                          
Tears rolled down my cheeks, my pillow tear stained. Black smudges of mascara created panda eyes over my eyelids. Why would he do that? Why would Ast do anything like that? Why would anyone be such a player? One night he's kissing me, the following afternoon kissing some stranger. Not even 24 hours and he's found himself someone different. Someone prettier. Someone better. I rolled into my onesie, pulling the hood over my head, and burying my face into the pillows, my duvet hiding my body. I laid like that for over an hour. Softer tears still escaping my watershed eyes. I hid under my duvet, willing no one to open my door. Hoping no one called me. Wishing for everything to be a dream. Would it heck. My phone buzzed by my side. I slid my phone up, reading the words 'Ast xxx' on my screen. I slid the phone shut, not even wanting to read the message. Why would he be texting silly old me. The best friend since what felt like forever. The best friend less than a week ago he admitted he liked. The best friend he kissed just last night. My thoughts made my tears heavier again. I grabbed my headphones, playing some beat filled music at full volume. The noise drowned my thoughts. It did the job well. I squeezed my fist tight, forcing myself to not punch anything. I made myself listen to the music, listen to the beat.
                          
"Liv?" Dad was by my door. Well I was guessing, I had my eyes closed.
                          
 "Awh, is my baby asleep?" Dad spoke. I could tell he was smiling. I didn't want to reply, pretending I was asleep. He pulled my headphones from my ears, turning off my iPod. He smoothed my duvet out around me, and kissed my forehead. 
                          
 "Night night sleepy girl. Nana and Grandad are going, I'll tell them you say bye." I heard my door shut, as my phone buzzed again, revealing the name 'Ast xxx' again. I opened the message this time reading both messages. 
                          
 [Hey Liv! Just wanted to say the show round was really good! How’s the family?xxxx] [Family must be good if you've not replied!;)xxxx] Yeah. I bet the show round was good. Because having his tongue down that girls neck will have made his day. I scowled at the messages, ignoring them, and rolling over to sleep. It was only 5ish, but I felt sleepy.
                          
I woke at about 3am. I laid in bed, my head aching. I checked my phone. [Liv, I know you've seen my messages. Why you not reply?Axxxx] I deleted the message, along with the two from last night, seeing a missed call, also from Ast. I locked my phone, laying my head into the pillow, trying to fall back to sleep. I must have. I don't remember anything after that.
                          
I woke again at 11am. Yawning, I got up. I didn't want to, but I needed a shower. I tied up my hair, shoving on a different onesie, and getting back into bed. I turned off my phone. I didn't want anyone talking to me. I didn't want to be social. I wrapped myself into the duvet again, my head once again laid into the pillow. I lay, a tear rolling down my cheek, my thoughts too busy for me. I didn't want to think, or to talk, or anything. Like that was going to happen in this house.
                          
 "You want a bacon sandwich Liv?" CJ asked poking his head around the door. 
                          
 "No thanks." I replied, not hungry. 
                          
 "You still not feeling good?" CJ asked, knowing I never turned down a bacon sandwich.
                          
 "Mmh." Was all I could reply.
                          
 "Tell you what, I'll put a fried egg and cheese on it with ketchup? I know you love them sandwiches!" CJ smiled. I smiled back, giving in to my favourite sandwich.
                          
 "Okay." 
                          
 "Good! I'll be up with it in a minute." CJ replied.
                          
"Here you go." CJ smiled, handing me a sandwich.
                          
 "Thanks." I replied.
                          
 "Now, we're gonna have a chat about Aston." 
                          
 "Ergh." I moaned in reply. "Why?"