Lover ; George Weasley

Forty-three

I'm gonna complain about my life for a quick second.

First of all, I've got a ganglion cyst in my wrist. I saw a specialist about two years ago who told me it would disappear within a few weeks.

Two years later and I still have it. It hurts sometimes and I need a surgery to remove it permanently but I'm scared they won't give the surgery to me.

Second of all, I moved out from home and into a small townhouse back in March and my neighbour not only has loud sex all the time, but her and her boyfriend fights all the time throughout the night so many times that I now feel unsafe when I hear them.

AND I'VE GOT FUCKING ANTS IN MY HOUSE! MULTIPLE TIMES THERE'S BEEN A TRAIL OF OVER A HUNDRED ANTS CRAWLING ACROSS MY FLOOR AND I FUCKING HATE BUGS!

ALSO!!! EVERYONE TELLS ME WHAT TO DO CONSTANTLY!

"Write a complaint about your neighbour"

"Put up a fence in your garden"

"Stop eating fast food. Stop eating unhealthy"

"You don't want ice cream? Are you okay?"

"Stop drinking soda"

"Don't get anymore piercings. It's just a phase. I hope you take them out when you grow up"

"Don't spend your money on tattoos. It's ugly and you'll change your mind when you mature"

"Every child has a dream when they're young. You might want to be a writer now, but it'll change"

I'm 18. I'm not a child.

Like... shut up Michelle (no offence to Michelle. I love my sister but she can be a bit much sometimes)

Anyway, thank you for coming to my ted talk.

Enjoy the chapter.

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"Mummy! Mummy! Mummy!"

I woke to the sound of Elsie shaking me awake while jumping up and down by the sofa.

As my eyes landed on her, I smiled weakly and wrapped an arm around her to pull her close to me.

"Hi baby." I said softly. "How's your weekend been with daddy?"

I sat up and brushed a hand through my hair before I looked towards the door. Malcolm stood there with Leah on his arm.

"I'm sorry." I breathed. "I must've fallen asleep."

"You were supposed to have picked them up two hours ago."

"I know." I sighed before I looked at Elsie. "Why don't you go and unpack your bag, yeah?"

"Okay." She say softly, running into her room with her bag.

Malcolm put Leah down and she followed her sister while waving at me, saying a small "hi mama', and I waved back with a small smile.

"Are you okay?" Malcolm asked. "Not feeling sick or anything?"

I shook my head.

"I'm fine. Just tired."

"You've been crying."

"No shit." I mumbled. "Thanks for dropping them off. I can take it from here."

When he didn't move, I looked at him.

"Dahlia for fuck sake." He cursed. "What's going on? Trouble in paradise?"