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tapping out a text as quickly as I could.
    “Amanda. If you are involved in this, I’m going to destroy you.”
    There was nothing else to say. It was true. As I shook my head in anger, my phone started ringing. But it wasn’t Amanda. It was Brandon Lynes. My heart rocketed and hit the top of my skull before landing somewhere around my throat. I answered the call but couldn’t speak.
    “Yes?” my word came out as a croak.
    “Hi Ashley. Nice place where you live. Well, not really, but that’s what people are supposed to say when they’re being polite, right. But we’re past all that now, aren’t we? This town is a dump. You must be the finest thing ever to come from here. No wonder you ran away.”
    I looked around the bus, making sure most people couldn’t hear me.
    “Go fuck yourself.”
    “Oh, that’s not nice. Not after I came all this way to meet your family.”
    My breath stopped.
    “Brandon… what have you done?”
    He snapped.
    “What the hell do you take me for? I haven’t done anything, except ask for the pleasure of your brother’s company. He looks like you, but you know, not as pretty, not as feminine, but he has your eyes.”
    “Brandon, please don’t hurt him.”
    “You’re telling me what to so, Ashley. You know I don’t like that. Don’t do that ever again. Our relationship just won’t work out well that way.”
    “I want to speak to him, Brandon, please…?”
    “Nice to hear you being respectful to me again. Come and meet me in town. There’s a Coffee shop at the bottom of the High Street by the shopping centre. Do you know it?”
    “Yes, I know it.”
    “Meet me in half an hour. Then we’ll talk.”
    “I want to speak to Regan. I want to see him.”
    “Ahhhh, sweet. I’ll be sure to tell him. See you in half an hour at the coffee shop.”
    “Is Amanda with you, Brandon?”
    “Yes. And Luke. When you get here it’ll be like home from home.”
    Then the phone went dead.
     
     
    It took me thirty five minutes to get to the coffee chain at the bottom of the High Street. The bus was slow, and passengers seemed to dawdle as they boarded and disembarked. I found myself silently cussing at old ladies as they dragged their shopping trolleys on board.
    When the bus arrived in town I leapt off, scuffing my shoulders on the bus doors before they fully opened. I ran across the street towards the shopping centre and looked into the coffee shop window. It was late in the afternoon now and the light was waning, so the electric light in the coffee shop was on and sent a glow into the street. It was half empty, but this place was roomy and there were plenty of people inside drinking gargantuan cups of caffeine. There was no sign of Brandon. I wondered if he was playing me, messing with my head, or just lying. Then I wondered if I had missed him and that was the worst thought of all, because I wondered if he would punish my lateness by taking it out on Regan. I tried to put that thought away. I queued for a drink because I couldn’t sit in a coffee shop without one. The hiss and clatter of the coffee machine made my head ache. All I wanted was to sit and rock in a corner while I waited for Brandon, but I had to play the game of being a normal person. It was torture.  Eventually I picked up a simple Americano, and sat down at a two seater table by the window. I stared out onto the street, peering at every face that passed me. By the time my cup was mostly drained, and I was about to call Brandon and beg him to release Regan, suddenly there he was outside heading towards the door. He pushed into the coffee shop and I noticed several women and girls in the room notice him immediately. He had that effect on girls, not because he was famous, because he wasn’t yet. He was just so damn good looking. His sexual power seemed to carry on the air. I could still recognise he was good looking, but I didn’t see a Romeo anymore. I saw a despicable human being dressed up as a nice handsome male.