When Summer Ends by Katy Wormald (the speed reading book txt) 📕

of them girls who would let a man treat her like this.

“Jodie, I’m so sorry I really am. I just had too much to drink and I was angry at you. I love you more than anything, I’m so sorry. I swear I’ll never do it to you again.” Declan replied, practically begging me. How could he actually think he stood a chance after just confirming he did cheat on me?

“I know you won’t do it to me again, because you’ll never get the chance.” I said confidently and hung the phone up. Cole sat there smiling at me, not a laughing-kind of smile, just one that showed me how much he cared for me and how proud he was.

“You’re going to be fine, you’re strong.” Cole said and hugged me tightly.

“I know I will be. I even feel a little better now.” I told him honestly.

I would be fine. I have Cole, Ashley, Aiden, Jamie and Romeo. It will be a while until I’m over Declan completely, but already that journey has started. I know I’ll get there.
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Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty

“Romeo, get down!” I told him for the hundredth time since he’s come inside.

I’d put him in the back garden while I got the house ready for when my parents come home, but one look at the dark clouds and I brought him back in after a few minutes. Typically though, in those few minutes he’d found a muddy path of grass and had decided to roll around it. He was now on some sort of spreading mud mission, jumping on everything frantically, making it impossible for me to catch him. “Gotcha!” I shouted when I finally
got a grip on him. His mistake was running into the TV.

I carried him into the bathroom (making me as mucky as him) and plonked him in the shower. I rinsed his fur until once again you could see his blonde hair. I picked him up, muttering things at him all the while, and dried him quickly with a towel. It’s probably best I leave him in my room until I get everywhere clean, I thought. And so I poured him some fresh water in his bowl and set off back downstairs.

An hour later and the whole house was immaculate (apart from the dish’s in the dish washer, but only because I couldn’t figure out how to use it), so I sat down, with a still slightly wet Romeo and watched some crappy late night show. It was almost eleven and my mum had rung a while ago to say she’d be home about half past, barley giving me time to

leave Coles and get the house ready.
Aiden and Ashley was texting me constantly, and although they avoided the Declan subject I could tell that they wanted to talk about it. Ashley was worse though, always asking if I was okay, and how I was feeling. Aiden on the other hand drew a picture of me, him and Romeo on a beach and sent it to me, making me smile. I was feeling a little better, although I’m sure I would have much better if Declan would give me a little space, rather than text or ring constantly.

I hadn’t even been reading his texts for most of the day, I’d just checked the name (to see whether it was one of the boys or not) and if it was Declan I’d just click the ignore button. Each time I did though, or when I would see his name flash on the screen, a small pang of sadness would ripple through me. I love him, I would think. There was always a small, tiny, part of me that wanted to answer and forgive him, but I knew that part was stupid, so I stuck to my original plan to ignore him.

“Hello sweetie.” My mum said as she walked through the door, followed by my dad who had been left carrying both of their luggage. Even at this time of night my mother had her light hair pulled into a perfect elegant bun on the top of her head, and was dressed as though she was ready for some business meeting. No doubt she took all of her finest clothes, just to show the doctors that all of our family weren’t off-the-rails alcoholics
like my aunt Marissa.

I rushed over to them both, giving them a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek. I hadn’t realised how much I'd missed them with all the drama that had been going on. But then again I was glad they weren’t around to see it all, I really need some alone time, even from my parents. We exchanged a bit of small talk, until my mother said she wanted to talk to me, and my dad practically ran upstairs, probably to secret-dad stuff.

“What’s up?” I asked her suddenly aware that she was probably staying over the road from Declan the whole time this had been going on.

“Well darling, I don’t want you to get upset, but Marissa’s decided that its best for her if she goes into a rehab centre, just to help her through.” I let out the breath I had been holding in. “She’s decided that she’s going to stay there for twelve months, it will be more than long enough to cure her addiction.”

“Okay...” I told her a little confused as to how she thought I would react. Sure, me and Marissa were close, but it’s not like we were best friends- or had even spoke since I left to come home. For that fact, we hardly spoke in the latter weeks of me staying there.

“The thing is Jode, we won’t be able to visit her, but she will be able to ring us once a week.” Now that did sting a bit, I would defiantly miss seeing her a whole year, but I suppose it really is the best thing. “And she’s told me that she doesn’t want to sell the house, and doesn’t trust people to rent it. She’s asked if perhaps you would just check on it ever few months, she even said you can use it whenever you like.” My mother told me, smiling her head off.

I would have loved this news forty-eight hours ago. I would have been able to see Declan whenever I wanted, now I dreaded the thought of being so close to him.

“I don’t know if I want to mum.” I told her honestly. I could feel the tears forming in my eyes, and I knew I had to tell her that me and Declan had broken up.

“I thought you’d be happy, love. What’s wrong?” She asked me with a voice as soft as marshmallows. She leant forward and moved a strand of hair from my face, smiling sadly at me.

“Me and Declan broke up.” I told her and burst out crying. I told her everything, how he had gotten paranoid, how I was with Cole and the boys when Amber rang me, and the conversation I had with him early this morning. She didn’t say a word; she just stood up and wrapped her arms around me.

I cried on her shoulder until I was exhausted with it all.
She told my Dad to look after Romeo and took me upstairs, me still sobbing sadly behind her. She pulled back the covers and we climbed into bed. We laid back-to-belly as she rocked me, singing a nursery rhyme from when I was a child. And I honestly felt like a child again, crying in bed with my mother. But sometimes only a mother can make their child feel better.

“It gets better hun, I promise.” She told me and continued rocking and whispering how I could get through this until I fell into a dreamless sleep.

For the third day running I woke up well before my alarm. This time though it was due to my phone ringing, rather than Romeo or a bad dream involving Declan. I was expecting to see his name flashing on the screen, like it had been doing almost constantly for twenty-four hours. Instead it was Cole who was calling me. I hesitated before answering, because it was so late and I didn’t want to wake my parents who were sleeping a few doors down.

“Do you have any idea what time it is?” I asked my vice still groggy from waking up. I had to press the phone close to my ear to hear him clearly over all the noise in the background.

“Can you come over?” He asked after shouting at someone in the background to ‘shut the F**k up’.

“Why? It’s too late to play out.” I told him, childish I know, but I really didn’t want to leave my lovely warm bed. Although I know he must have a good reason for waking me at this time in the morning. I hopped out of bed and pulled on a jumper while he spoke.

“I’ll send Jamie to come and pick you up now, just be outside yours.” He told me and hung up. What was going on? I know Cole, and he wasn’t the sort of person to pull pranks- at least not on me anyway.

So, against my better judgement, I opened my window and climbed from my room onto a small tree outside my window. I scurried down the tree, and stood waiting for Jamie. His car headlights appeared within thirty seconds and I jumped in as quickly as I could.

“Take it your folks don’t know you’re out?” Jamie asked me as he drove down my short street.

“Yeah, they let their sixteen year old daughter get into a guy they never met car at what- quarter to five in the morning.” I told him, just a little pissed off that I was being dragged out of bed for a reason still unknown to me. He laughed as we turned the corner, but all I could do was stare.

On Cole's lawn was Declan's car shoddily parked. Well, it looked more stuck than parked, one wheel on a long wooden pathway, and the other three on grass and gravel. I couldn’t see anyone yet though, only hear them.

“Where is she?”

“Not inside, not get in your f*****g car and get out of here!” Cole and Declan were stood face to face in front of the house screaming in each other’s faces. Aiden and Ashley were at Cole's sides shouting back at Declan too, although I could tell