sink, ants roaming the floor where she hadnât taken out the rubbish bags; disgusting smells lingered in the air. She was a disgrace to herself.
âGet up, pack your stuff and get out of my house now!â I shouted strictly. She jumped up, dropped the blanket and ran up to me to stroke my face. She looked withered and feeble, as if she hadnât moved from that spot since I left.
âOh Jayden, youâre back. I thought, I thought you were dead,â she said, sounding joyful to see me.
I pushed her back and she fell to the floor. âDonât touch me like that. You have two minutes, two fucking minutes to pack your shit and get out before I rip your face off. You got me beaten up on my birthday at my own party. Then you had the cheek to tell me that youâre pregnant like I would actually care. Your two minutes has started,â I said, desperately trying to contain myself for my own sake.
âJayden Iâm so sorry, you donât understand. I know I made a mistake but you have to forgive me. I was angry at what you two had in the first place. Anyone could see there were still feelings there on both parts. Then you called me her name and that was the last straw. I felt like I had to do something,â she cried. I went upstairs and grabbed a bag. Since she didnât want to get a move on I thought Iâd help her along, instead of standing there listening to her contemptible excuses. I dashed everything of hers I saw in the bag then went back downstairs. Whatever was left here I was planning to throw away. I grabbed her by the arm and dragged her to the door throwing her out onto the ground, and then I did the same with her bag.
âI swear to God, if I see you around here again or if you go near Vanessa, Iâll kill you! You donât know how hard it is to maintain composure after what you did to me. There were so many other ways to handle such a situation and you chose to get me stabbed up,â I bawled. She was speechless. She could see the rage running through my veins. Her frail body scuttled to her feet and ran, grabbing her bag on the way. I walked back inside and slammed the door. I was heated up, but now she was gone things could only move up. I went in the kitchen and picked up my post then went to sit in the living room. My head was pounding but I felt relief float over me as I opened one of the letters:
Dear Mr Jayden Ace Daley,
We have received your letter regarding your talent and interest in the music industry. We have acknowledged your ambition to become an artist and would like to invite you to a meeting to discuss what you would like to do and the reasons why you have decided to take a career in music. We would also like to hear a sample of your work in order to make the decision of granting you a contract. Your appointment will be held at 1pm on the 19 th October at the East Bank Centre. Please take this opportunity to express your deepest emotions on the subject and perform effectively. We look forward to seeing you and we hope youâre successful in your progress towards becoming a musician.
Yours sincerely,
Music Nation
What I was reading was surreal. I remembered contacting Music Nation with a few samples I had made a few months ago, but I never thought I would actually get a reply. I had the opportunity to get signed. I jumped up on the sofa with my healing body and shouted at the top of my voice, but then I recognised that they had said the 19 th, which was today. I shut up quick and swiftly looked at the time. It was 11:30 a.m. I wondered if I could get ready and make it in time but what would they think of my appearance. I wouldnât say I was looking my best only a few days after getting beaten up but I really didnât care. I was planning to give it a shot and take the decision on the chin. I went upstairs, freshened up, and then I snatched the letter off the table as I flew through the door. I knew if I took the bus I wouldnât
âGet up, pack your stuff and get out of my house now!â I shouted strictly. She jumped up, dropped the blanket and ran up to me to stroke my face. She looked withered and feeble, as if she hadnât moved from that spot since I left.
âOh Jayden, youâre back. I thought, I thought you were dead,â she said, sounding joyful to see me.
I pushed her back and she fell to the floor. âDonât touch me like that. You have two minutes, two fucking minutes to pack your shit and get out before I rip your face off. You got me beaten up on my birthday at my own party. Then you had the cheek to tell me that youâre pregnant like I would actually care. Your two minutes has started,â I said, desperately trying to contain myself for my own sake.
âJayden Iâm so sorry, you donât understand. I know I made a mistake but you have to forgive me. I was angry at what you two had in the first place. Anyone could see there were still feelings there on both parts. Then you called me her name and that was the last straw. I felt like I had to do something,â she cried. I went upstairs and grabbed a bag. Since she didnât want to get a move on I thought Iâd help her along, instead of standing there listening to her contemptible excuses. I dashed everything of hers I saw in the bag then went back downstairs. Whatever was left here I was planning to throw away. I grabbed her by the arm and dragged her to the door throwing her out onto the ground, and then I did the same with her bag.
âI swear to God, if I see you around here again or if you go near Vanessa, Iâll kill you! You donât know how hard it is to maintain composure after what you did to me. There were so many other ways to handle such a situation and you chose to get me stabbed up,â I bawled. She was speechless. She could see the rage running through my veins. Her frail body scuttled to her feet and ran, grabbing her bag on the way. I walked back inside and slammed the door. I was heated up, but now she was gone things could only move up. I went in the kitchen and picked up my post then went to sit in the living room. My head was pounding but I felt relief float over me as I opened one of the letters:
Dear Mr Jayden Ace Daley,
We have received your letter regarding your talent and interest in the music industry. We have acknowledged your ambition to become an artist and would like to invite you to a meeting to discuss what you would like to do and the reasons why you have decided to take a career in music. We would also like to hear a sample of your work in order to make the decision of granting you a contract. Your appointment will be held at 1pm on the 19 th October at the East Bank Centre. Please take this opportunity to express your deepest emotions on the subject and perform effectively. We look forward to seeing you and we hope youâre successful in your progress towards becoming a musician.
Yours sincerely,
Music Nation
What I was reading was surreal. I remembered contacting Music Nation with a few samples I had made a few months ago, but I never thought I would actually get a reply. I had the opportunity to get signed. I jumped up on the sofa with my healing body and shouted at the top of my voice, but then I recognised that they had said the 19 th, which was today. I shut up quick and swiftly looked at the time. It was 11:30 a.m. I wondered if I could get ready and make it in time but what would they think of my appearance. I wouldnât say I was looking my best only a few days after getting beaten up but I really didnât care. I was planning to give it a shot and take the decision on the chin. I went upstairs, freshened up, and then I snatched the letter off the table as I flew through the door. I knew if I took the bus I wouldnât
Similar Books
