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I ripped the suit off the door and kicked it violently into the bathroom. I had no idea why, but…
FUCK!
OK. I needed to ring him. Get answers. I shouted into thin air, undressing as I ranted, dumping my suit jacket in a heap on the bed. My tie landed in the flowers. I couldn’t be bothered to rescue it. I stepped out of my trousers and fury took over.
Grabbing the bucket, I thundered down the stairs in my underpants. I took great pleasure in dumping the stupid greenery in the bin, letting the lid close with a satisfying slam.
Then I shivered in unease, standing there with just my shirt covering my bare legs, my socks no protection from the gravel beneath my feet.
I was losing it. That was clear.
My head was spinning with insane thoughts. What if he’d had an accident? No. He hadn’t. He wouldn’t have taken all his clothes to a random car crash. I made no sense. This made no sense. Why the hell wasn’t he here? What on earth was going on in his head to make him…bloody leave me?
He wasn’t coming back. That suit was probably loose change for someone like Con Telford. And me? I’d been an expendable little experiment. Someone to have a bit of a laugh with.
WHAT THE HELL DO I DO NOW?
I didn’t know. Normally, I’d have gone to the gym. Made some food. Instead, I slumped on the sofa and tried to breathe.
Fuck.
I hadn’t expected this. I didn’t want this. Con Telford was an arsehole, and I was a bloody fool.
I never swore, but I couldn’t stop the filth spilling from my mouth, sentences that made me want to put myself straight in detention.
Outside, the sky was blue, the evening sun was shining, birds were singing somewhere far away, and yet the air around me was strangling me. The whole flat felt pitch-black.
Nothing made sense.
I made a desperate dash for the washing machine, only to find that empty as well. I slammed it shut and kicked at the metal in despair.
Then my phone rang, and I picked it up in a panic.
“Conny?”
“Hold your horses.” Nope. Ollie.
“Ollie, I can’t talk.” My mouth was dry as I tried to form words.
“Why?” Typical Ollie. Couldn’t take a hint. Ever.
“I just need…no. No, Ollie. Whatever you want, it’s a no.”
I couldn’t deal with my brother. Not today.
“I just tried calling Conny,” he said.
My heart jolted in some kind of fear.
“What?”
“Yeah. Swiped his number from your phone because that is one seriously cool number to have. He mentioned football, so I was going to ask him to come play next weekend. Like, you know, Sunday lunch football combo kind of thing.”
I said nothing.
“Matt?”
My stomach hurt. I hurt. Every bloody breath came out wrong.
