A Second Chance

9. a game

Hiiii!

So if you haven't noticed, I mostly write in British English. So I spell words like metre instead of meter, please don't complain. But I will change a few things to American English; chips-fries, Crisps- chips.

Thank You!

Anyway, happy reading!!

Chapter 9

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"Christian shut that baby up," I say, pulling a plow over my head.

The whole night last night the baby kept on crying and it was extremely aggravating. I barely hacked a wink of sleep.

But the annoying noise continues, "Oh gosh Cindy that's not the baby! It's my second alarm, which rings to tell me I should be leaving the house. Which means—oh shit! We're late again, get up!" He says, scrambling up from the floor.

I roll over in bed to face the other side, ignoring what he says, "Come on, Cindy," he whines.

"Just go without me," I say tiredly.

He sighs and pulls on some clothes, because there's barely anytime to shower. Then I hear him leave the room and I breathe out a sigh of relief, shocked that he actually left me.

But then I hear footsteps back into the room and I'm about to turn to look back and ask why he came back but then ice cold water comes down on me, making me yelp in surprise.

"Christian! What the heck?!" I cry.

"I told you to get up," he glares.

"You're incredibly annoying," I glare back, climbing out of his bed.

He comes up to the bed and strips it of it's beddings, before dumping the wet beddings into a laundry basket.

"Now go get ready. Borrow something of Sandra's clothes or something," he shrugs, "And make it quick," he says, climbing down the ladder.

I follow behind him as he shows me to Sandra's before he leaves the room for me to change.

I rummage through Sandra's closet, looking for something nice yet something she wouldn't mind me keeping for a really long time. Because, knowing me, I probably won't return it for months.

I end up with a black pair of jeggings and a white adidas cropped hoodie.

I quickly brush my hair and apply some light makeup before running down the stairs.

"Let's go, you were taking so damn long," Christian huffs.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I glare.

"You're such a pain," he rolls his eyes throwing a Pop Tart at me.

"You expect me to eat this for breakfast and get full?" I scoff.

"I'm sorry but we don't exactly have time to meet your standards your highness," he says with a mock bow.

He then grabs my hand, pulling me out of the front door of his house.

Once we're in the car, I turn on my phone and go through the text messages and notifications.

I see a few missed calls from Claire which is weird.