A Long Road To Home (2)
TITLE: A Long Road To Home
RATING: Swearing...quite a bit.
DESCRIPTION: Sophie and Sian have never met. Sophie decides she's had enough of everyone and her life and she leaves to start off new somewhere else.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing.
Sheffield. I ended up in Sheffield. Bus after bus; a bus going north, a bus back east. I didn't care where it was headed, as long as it wasn't back to Coronation Street I was on it. It was dark here now and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared. A strange place in the dark. I didn't know which street to turn into, which road to avoid. I was lost, alone and more than anything cold. The winter air, made colder by the fall of night, was nipping at ever inch of my skin making my shoulders and back ache because of the way I tensed to keep myself warm. Despite my fear and discomfort I hadn't regretted my decision to leave yet. I walked for hours in the dark morning searching for somewhere I could live for less than £100. I wasn't expecting to find anywhere and I didn't. The streets I walked were empty, no shops, no B&B's, no nothing. Every noise I heard made me spin on my heels, stop for a few seconds to look around me and then rush away quickly. This was dangerous, I knew, but I preferred walking the deserted night streets alone to being in a house with my mother. People would say I was stupid but God, they didn't know how smart I was being. This, right now, what I was doing, was me probably avoiding prison. I swear I'd have ended up killing her had I stayed there a moment longer. This hatred for everything and the intense anger that lay in my head and heart would kill me, I knew it would. Maybe she was right to get me a counselor...Maybe she was wrong to. I'll never know now. I'm glad I wont.
I turned another corner and was faced with a fierce howling wind that nearly had me on my back. I dug my chin deeper into my jacket and looked to the ground, trying to avoid the worst of it. I fought against the wind for a few steps before noticing a pub a few meters away. Thank God! It was closed, as I assumed it would be at...I checked my mobile, 4:23 in the morning but there was an unclosed shutter only half guarding the doors and I knew I could slip under and protect myself from the wind at least for tonight. Who'd have thought I'd be sleeping on the streets at 17? Me, now. I quickly made my way over to the pub, noticing how unlike most pubs it didn't look tacky and like old men were the only drinkers there. The black tiles that welcomed you to the door were clean and the shutter was surprisingly free of graffiti. Slipping my bag off, I shoved it under the shutters and crawled into the shelter it provided. God, this felt weird. I felt like I was being watched...I bet CCTV cameras had just seen me coming in...Fuck, I've probably set off some kind of alarm! This place looked classy, protected. Fuck it, I had nowhere else and I was about to freeze to death. Pulling a jumper from my bag, I pulled it on over my head and then put my jacked back on. I settled into my bag, using it as a pillow. I didn't expect to get much sleep despite being more tired than I can ever remember being. I took out my iPod, plugged in the headphones and lost myself in the music, trying to forget all that had been.
"Shit! I'm sorry!" A very sorry sounding voice shouted and I sat upright, a throbbing in my head. I realized I must have been hit with the door that was now lying opened to my right. I rubbed my head, turning to the woman who had just caught me sleeping rough.
"Ouch." I mumbled the pain getting worse as I woke more.
"This eager to get a drink, babe?" The woman laughed. I found myself smiling as I looked up at her. By fuck she was beautiful! I honestly thought I was dreaming. And great...I was sleeping outside her pub! Looking like some sort of homeless...well, I suppose I was.
"You okay?" She asked concerned when I didn't answer. I could only nod. I switched off my iPod, rammed it back into my bag and stood up quickly.
"Oh." She said quietly noticing my bag. She knew.
"I'm sorry..." I mumbled embarrassed. "I just...sorry." I slung my bag on my back and smiled at her apologetically and then started to rush away. Well bloody done, Sophie!
"Hey, wait!" She called after a couple of steps. I stopped unwillingly, waiting, like she had asked me to. "Come inside." She offered. I turned only now noticing that she was dressed in pajama bottoms and a t-shirt. She looked down at herself then back at me smirking. "What? I don't open dressed like this!" She laughed playfully. "Got an order coming in at 9."
Bloody hell, it's not even 9 yet! No wonder I'm still tired...
"Come on in. I wont ask questions if that's what you're worried about, babe." She opens the door wider gesturing for me to go in. She must have been in her early twenties...did she know I couldn't even buy a drink in her pub legally yet?
And how really kinda nice was she? Wakes up in the morning and finds a homeless person sleeping outside her pub and invites her in. Hey, I could have been anyone; a murderer, thief, arsonist....
"It's cold, get your arse inside." She grinned toothily at me. Wow, she had an amazing smile. Her hand went to her hips when I remained silent. I would have answered her but I'd mony end up making an even bigger isiot of myself. I didn't want her to think that of me...because God, she was beautiful. "You need names first, babe?" She teased me.
I felt myself smile.
"Sian." She smiled then raised her eyebrows slightly givinf me an opportunity to tell her mines.
"You need to buy me a drink first." I smirked and when she started giggling I felt more and more like myself.
"Sure. One drink then a name...." She offers.
"Deal." I nod and she turns leaving the door open for me to go in.
I smile to myself a little confused and dazed. Maybe it was the bump to the head she'd....Sian, had given me a few minutes ago. Sian. I loved it.
"Sian." I said quietly and like I suspected it would, her name rolled off my tongue so easily. I walked slowly to the door and closed it behind me.
My first thought was; wow! My second was bloody hell was this a nice pub. Didn't look like a pub at all. Incredibly classy. It looked more like a nightclub. Black, white and silver deco. Leather stools and couches. The lights hanging from the ceiling were the coolest lights I'd ever seen and I'd never thought of a light as cool before. The bar was like something out of a film...really amazing. Lots of different bottles of alchol stcked neatly behind it.
"Impressed?" She grinned popping up from behind the bar startling me.
"You...have cool lights." I told her sounding confident. Sophie you complete and utter...
"Thanks." She laughed. Her smile caught my attention and I couldn't look away until it faded from her lips.
"So what do you drink?" She asked waving an empty glass at me.
Fuck! What do I say that makes me seem...not so 17? I can't tell her cider...or a bottle of vodka!
"Umm...everything." Great, now put that together with the fact that I was sleeping on her doorstep and I sound like a fucking alcoholic!
Sian just nodded probably not wanting to be rude. "Jack and Coke, do ya?" She offered helpfully.
Well I could have said that! Kinda my drink...but I had to go ahead and be a complete idiot.
"Yeah." I smiled thankfully and walked over taking a seat on one of the leather stools at the bar, resting my bag down against the one beside it.
"There ya go, babe." She set it down in front of me. "You're legal right?"
"Yeah." I answer quickly picking it up. Okay, not even 9 in the morning and I'm drinking...
"How legal?" She raised her eyebrows playfully, resting her elbows on the bar and her head in her hands.
"19!" I frowned jokingly at her. Right, okay, lie to her...Not good. "Are you legal?" I asked stupidly wanting to know what age she was.
"23." She laughs. "Go on then." She cocks her head to the side.
I sip at the drink realizing what she means. "Sophie."
"Okay, nice." She nods running a clean dish-cloth over the bar where she stands.
Sian excuses herself when a guy comes through the door about her delivery. She returns briefly about 15 minutes later then excuses herself to go get ready, telling me not to run off without saying goodbye. About half an hour later she comes back downstairs, dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans and a fairly revealing top. If she knew I was a raging lesbian....ha.
"Though you might have done a runner without paying for that..." She smirks getting behind the bar.
My mouth drops open a little, not at her saying I have to pay but at the way she leans forward giving me a very good view of her chest. Don't look! I have to warn myself.
"Kidding, babe. You have money anyway?" She sees it as a chance to start asking me.
"Yeah, I have a little." I reply honestly circling the rim of my glass with my index finger unsure of what to do with myself.
"Another?" She asks giving me another smile when I look up at her.
"Nah, I'm okay. Thanks for the drink but I gotta get going now." I tell her not wanting her to start asking me questions because I know I'll probably end up answering them all.
"I'm sorry, ya don't need to." Sian sighed annoyed with herself.
I didn't need to go, I didn't want to go. I wanted to sit here and talk to her, at least for a while. I needed to though. I liked Sian, proper fancied her, she was gorgeous, no wonder but if I spent any time with her those feelings would grown and develop into something more. I never wanted to love anyone again, I wouldn't do it to myself, not after Nicole. And Sian was straight, making it two hundred times worse because I know I'd never have a chance anyway. She probably owns this place with her boyfriend or something. No. I don't need it.
"Don't be sorry, it's fine." I smile at her not wanting her to think she's done anything wrong because she hadn't. "I just have to be somewhere." I lie.
"You sure? You want me to drop you off somewhere?" She offers hoping up onto the bar and sliding over to the side I stand on, expertly. I laugh at her, picking up my bag and she grins.
"Honestly, it's fine. Thanks again for the drink." I smile thankfully and then turn away quickly scared that she'll notice my eyes on places they shouldn't be if I stared at her any longer.
"I'll see you later, then?" She calls behind me as I open the door. It was a question.
"Yeah." I nod turning back for one last look at her. "I'll see you later."
thanks for reading :)
RATING: Swearing...quite a bit.
DESCRIPTION: Sophie and Sian have never met. Sophie decides she's had enough of everyone and her life and she leaves to start off new somewhere else.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing.
Sheffield. I ended up in Sheffield. Bus after bus; a bus going north, a bus back east. I didn't care where it was headed, as long as it wasn't back to Coronation Street I was on it. It was dark here now and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared. A strange place in the dark. I didn't know which street to turn into, which road to avoid. I was lost, alone and more than anything cold. The winter air, made colder by the fall of night, was nipping at ever inch of my skin making my shoulders and back ache because of the way I tensed to keep myself warm. Despite my fear and discomfort I hadn't regretted my decision to leave yet. I walked for hours in the dark morning searching for somewhere I could live for less than £100. I wasn't expecting to find anywhere and I didn't. The streets I walked were empty, no shops, no B&B's, no nothing. Every noise I heard made me spin on my heels, stop for a few seconds to look around me and then rush away quickly. This was dangerous, I knew, but I preferred walking the deserted night streets alone to being in a house with my mother. People would say I was stupid but God, they didn't know how smart I was being. This, right now, what I was doing, was me probably avoiding prison. I swear I'd have ended up killing her had I stayed there a moment longer. This hatred for everything and the intense anger that lay in my head and heart would kill me, I knew it would. Maybe she was right to get me a counselor...Maybe she was wrong to. I'll never know now. I'm glad I wont.
I turned another corner and was faced with a fierce howling wind that nearly had me on my back. I dug my chin deeper into my jacket and looked to the ground, trying to avoid the worst of it. I fought against the wind for a few steps before noticing a pub a few meters away. Thank God! It was closed, as I assumed it would be at...I checked my mobile, 4:23 in the morning but there was an unclosed shutter only half guarding the doors and I knew I could slip under and protect myself from the wind at least for tonight. Who'd have thought I'd be sleeping on the streets at 17? Me, now. I quickly made my way over to the pub, noticing how unlike most pubs it didn't look tacky and like old men were the only drinkers there. The black tiles that welcomed you to the door were clean and the shutter was surprisingly free of graffiti. Slipping my bag off, I shoved it under the shutters and crawled into the shelter it provided. God, this felt weird. I felt like I was being watched...I bet CCTV cameras had just seen me coming in...Fuck, I've probably set off some kind of alarm! This place looked classy, protected. Fuck it, I had nowhere else and I was about to freeze to death. Pulling a jumper from my bag, I pulled it on over my head and then put my jacked back on. I settled into my bag, using it as a pillow. I didn't expect to get much sleep despite being more tired than I can ever remember being. I took out my iPod, plugged in the headphones and lost myself in the music, trying to forget all that had been.
"Shit! I'm sorry!" A very sorry sounding voice shouted and I sat upright, a throbbing in my head. I realized I must have been hit with the door that was now lying opened to my right. I rubbed my head, turning to the woman who had just caught me sleeping rough.
"Ouch." I mumbled the pain getting worse as I woke more.
"This eager to get a drink, babe?" The woman laughed. I found myself smiling as I looked up at her. By fuck she was beautiful! I honestly thought I was dreaming. And great...I was sleeping outside her pub! Looking like some sort of homeless...well, I suppose I was.
"You okay?" She asked concerned when I didn't answer. I could only nod. I switched off my iPod, rammed it back into my bag and stood up quickly.
"Oh." She said quietly noticing my bag. She knew.
"I'm sorry..." I mumbled embarrassed. "I just...sorry." I slung my bag on my back and smiled at her apologetically and then started to rush away. Well bloody done, Sophie!
"Hey, wait!" She called after a couple of steps. I stopped unwillingly, waiting, like she had asked me to. "Come inside." She offered. I turned only now noticing that she was dressed in pajama bottoms and a t-shirt. She looked down at herself then back at me smirking. "What? I don't open dressed like this!" She laughed playfully. "Got an order coming in at 9."
Bloody hell, it's not even 9 yet! No wonder I'm still tired...
"Come on in. I wont ask questions if that's what you're worried about, babe." She opens the door wider gesturing for me to go in. She must have been in her early twenties...did she know I couldn't even buy a drink in her pub legally yet?
And how really kinda nice was she? Wakes up in the morning and finds a homeless person sleeping outside her pub and invites her in. Hey, I could have been anyone; a murderer, thief, arsonist....
"It's cold, get your arse inside." She grinned toothily at me. Wow, she had an amazing smile. Her hand went to her hips when I remained silent. I would have answered her but I'd mony end up making an even bigger isiot of myself. I didn't want her to think that of me...because God, she was beautiful. "You need names first, babe?" She teased me.
I felt myself smile.
"Sian." She smiled then raised her eyebrows slightly givinf me an opportunity to tell her mines.
"You need to buy me a drink first." I smirked and when she started giggling I felt more and more like myself.
"Sure. One drink then a name...." She offers.
"Deal." I nod and she turns leaving the door open for me to go in.
I smile to myself a little confused and dazed. Maybe it was the bump to the head she'd....Sian, had given me a few minutes ago. Sian. I loved it.
"Sian." I said quietly and like I suspected it would, her name rolled off my tongue so easily. I walked slowly to the door and closed it behind me.
My first thought was; wow! My second was bloody hell was this a nice pub. Didn't look like a pub at all. Incredibly classy. It looked more like a nightclub. Black, white and silver deco. Leather stools and couches. The lights hanging from the ceiling were the coolest lights I'd ever seen and I'd never thought of a light as cool before. The bar was like something out of a film...really amazing. Lots of different bottles of alchol stcked neatly behind it.
"Impressed?" She grinned popping up from behind the bar startling me.
"You...have cool lights." I told her sounding confident. Sophie you complete and utter...
"Thanks." She laughed. Her smile caught my attention and I couldn't look away until it faded from her lips.
"So what do you drink?" She asked waving an empty glass at me.
Fuck! What do I say that makes me seem...not so 17? I can't tell her cider...or a bottle of vodka!
"Umm...everything." Great, now put that together with the fact that I was sleeping on her doorstep and I sound like a fucking alcoholic!
Sian just nodded probably not wanting to be rude. "Jack and Coke, do ya?" She offered helpfully.
Well I could have said that! Kinda my drink...but I had to go ahead and be a complete idiot.
"Yeah." I smiled thankfully and walked over taking a seat on one of the leather stools at the bar, resting my bag down against the one beside it.
"There ya go, babe." She set it down in front of me. "You're legal right?"
"Yeah." I answer quickly picking it up. Okay, not even 9 in the morning and I'm drinking...
"How legal?" She raised her eyebrows playfully, resting her elbows on the bar and her head in her hands.
"19!" I frowned jokingly at her. Right, okay, lie to her...Not good. "Are you legal?" I asked stupidly wanting to know what age she was.
"23." She laughs. "Go on then." She cocks her head to the side.
I sip at the drink realizing what she means. "Sophie."
"Okay, nice." She nods running a clean dish-cloth over the bar where she stands.
Sian excuses herself when a guy comes through the door about her delivery. She returns briefly about 15 minutes later then excuses herself to go get ready, telling me not to run off without saying goodbye. About half an hour later she comes back downstairs, dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans and a fairly revealing top. If she knew I was a raging lesbian....ha.
"Though you might have done a runner without paying for that..." She smirks getting behind the bar.
My mouth drops open a little, not at her saying I have to pay but at the way she leans forward giving me a very good view of her chest. Don't look! I have to warn myself.
"Kidding, babe. You have money anyway?" She sees it as a chance to start asking me.
"Yeah, I have a little." I reply honestly circling the rim of my glass with my index finger unsure of what to do with myself.
"Another?" She asks giving me another smile when I look up at her.
"Nah, I'm okay. Thanks for the drink but I gotta get going now." I tell her not wanting her to start asking me questions because I know I'll probably end up answering them all.
"I'm sorry, ya don't need to." Sian sighed annoyed with herself.
I didn't need to go, I didn't want to go. I wanted to sit here and talk to her, at least for a while. I needed to though. I liked Sian, proper fancied her, she was gorgeous, no wonder but if I spent any time with her those feelings would grown and develop into something more. I never wanted to love anyone again, I wouldn't do it to myself, not after Nicole. And Sian was straight, making it two hundred times worse because I know I'd never have a chance anyway. She probably owns this place with her boyfriend or something. No. I don't need it.
"Don't be sorry, it's fine." I smile at her not wanting her to think she's done anything wrong because she hadn't. "I just have to be somewhere." I lie.
"You sure? You want me to drop you off somewhere?" She offers hoping up onto the bar and sliding over to the side I stand on, expertly. I laugh at her, picking up my bag and she grins.
"Honestly, it's fine. Thanks again for the drink." I smile thankfully and then turn away quickly scared that she'll notice my eyes on places they shouldn't be if I stared at her any longer.
"I'll see you later, then?" She calls behind me as I open the door. It was a question.
"Yeah." I nod turning back for one last look at her. "I'll see you later."
thanks for reading :)