{BOB} Like It Or Not, I'm All You Got {MORRIS} 14

"Hey!" he said, quietly, and got up as I sat down.
"Last night..." I started I had a prepaired speech in my head all ready to go.
"I'm sorry... Viv, I think you're great but I have a girlfriend."
Just then everything fell down around me. I think it was Yeats that once wrote Pour away the oceans and Pack up the wood. For nothing now can ever come to any good.
It was exactly how I felt. Then I made the worst decision of my life. Attack.
"I don't regret it..." he started but I interrupted.
"I do... Bob you're a sweet kid but I don't like you that way. I had too much to drink and I was overwhelmed over New York and everything. I'm sorry that it happened and I'll never mention it again if you want. I don't want to mess things up with your girlfriend." I lied through my teeth.
Bob's head was bowed and he wouldn't look at me.
"But-" he started. He stopped and took a deep breath. "Ok... You're right. Thank you Viv." he still started at the floor.
"No problem" I crunched out. I was biting the inside of my lip to try and keep in the tears.
He looked up after a few minutes and said. "I'm delighted about New York, you'll get to do what you always wanted!" he smiled.
"It's great!" I fake-smiled.
We sat awkwardly for the next fifteen minutes making small talk. It was obvious that neither one of us wanted to be sitting there.
"I've got to go." I stood up and threw down a few dollars for the coffee.
He stood up too. "It was good seeing you Viv. I'll proberly see you when we get back from touring next month." he babbled.
I couldn't help myself. I pulled him close one last time. We stood for a few minutes and then we both pulled away, when we realised that hugging was unappropiate for our ''suitation''.
"See you Bob." I pulled away and he pecked my cheek.
I walked out of the coffe shop without looking back. Bob was my past and I needed to get on with my future.
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I arrived home about twenty minutes later. I was in no state to be argued with but of course that has never stopped my Mother.
She sat on the sofa glaring at me.
"What time did you leave the club last night?" she stared me down.
"About half five."
She walked slowly to the answering machine and pressed play.
BEEP Hey Viv, It's Chris. It's about two am now... We were all wondering if you were ok.. Then again if your in Bob's hands nothing will go wrong! Pete said to give him a ring about New York and give me a call too... Oh and sorry about the drink! BEEP
If it was at all possable I sunk even lower.
My Mom had her eyes on me the whole time that Chris spoke. Tears poured from my eyes.
"Who is Bob?" she said in a voice that would make your bones curl.
"My friend, he took me home last night. We just got lost from Chris in the club. He over worried and rang." I lied. I kept my eyes on the floor.
"DON'T lie to me!" she screamed. She pushed my face up and looked into my eyes. "I don't want my daughter being any slut." she growled.
"Is that you or the alchol talking?" I siad, strongly.
She slapped my face, leaving a stinging sensation on my left cheek. I bit back my tears. I could feel blood rushing to my face.
"Oh great Mom! Take your anger at the world out on me again! You only care about me when I'm disgraceing you! How dare YOU call yourself MY mother!" I shouted.
She took a few steps back, shocked at what I'd said. She pulled herself together quickly though.
"Don't ever talk to me like that again or you're out of this house!" she said, almost proud at the fact I'd have no-where to go.
"Fuck this! I'm gone already!" I pushed past her and stood in the doorway. "I used to believe that you'd change! Because you love me. I can't watch you hurt yourself anymore!" I cried.
I rushed upstairs and threw everything into a bag. I fitted all my clothes into one and I had my camera bag at the door. They were the only things I needed. The rest would be waiting for me.
I grabbed my phone and the card from last night. I hurridly typed the number into my phone. Pete picked up straight away.
Hello?
Pete, It's Viv. I'm coming to New York. Can you get me a flight tonight? I need to get out of here.
Sure! I'm heading there myself. Give me two seconds....
There was some mumbling and then Pete came back.
Meet us at the hotel in twenty minutes. You can explain to me whats going on then...
Thank you so much! I'll be there.
I hung up and threw the phone into my handbag. I grabbed a last few personal things, like favourite records, CDs, pictures and the New York scrapbook, and threw them onto one last bag. Like a mule I went down the stairs. She was waiting in the front room. There was no waiver to her stance. She didn't believe I'd go.
"Who's going to save you? Bob!" she laughed. I grabbed my camera bag.
"No, for once I'm going to save myself. Goodbye."
With that I walked out the door and said goodbye to everything old.

He can hardly even look me in the face <3
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