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was Scarlett playing at, meddling in my social life? I don’t have a love life, not since Dean. I shudder at the thought of him. Scarlett was always looking out for me in all aspects of my life, but she needs to butt out of this department. I’m twenty-four years old and can handle myself. She has been even more protective since Dean. Scarlett blames herself in a small way. She felt that she let me down, even after all the times I told her she was not to blame for anything that he did to me.
    I can’t help but wonder why James Wilde is sitting here on my bed with me when he should be out clubbing and picking up some airhead who onl y wants to have sex with him. Okay, I want to have to sex with him, but that’s not the point. “James, I think you can go now. I’m fine. Thank you for checking up on me, but you can go back to whatever you were doing.” I wave my hand around. He ignores me. I climb off my bed in a gesture for him to leave but things don’t go my way. As I stand, I lose my balance as a result of banging my head from my earlier bathroom fall. James catches me and places me back onto my bed.
    “Sit .” I push his hands off of me. He holds his hands up in defence. “Sorry for trying to help and not letting you fall over and crack your head, again!” He has annoyance in his voice with a hint of sarcasm. He stands, leaning against the door frame. He crosses his big arms across his chest, crosses his legs at his ankles and stares at me.
    “I’m fine . I don’t need you here, please just go” Oh God, my head is banging . I rub my temples.
    “Do you really want me to go and leave you here alone when you’re feeling like this?” I nod without looking at him. Wilde shakes his head and rolls his eyes. By the look on Wilde’s face, he isn’t used to girls asking him to leave their bedrooms. “I’m not leaving you Tally, you could have a concussion.” I’m praying I keep my balance as I stand.
    “Listen I’m fine now, just go back to the party and pick up some Barbie wannabe and forget about me ok ay?” He turns and starts to walks out of my room, still shaking his head. He stops in the doorway.
    “ Maybe I don’t want to forget about you.” He exits my room.
    My heart sinks, but I’m confused as to why I’m feeling like this. I hear the front door open and then close; I walk over to my bedroom window and watch James walk tow ards a black BMW M6 Convertible. Wow, now that is a sexy car. As James opens the door, he looks back at the house and then up to my window. He shakes his head, climbs in his car, and speeds away.  I close my curtains and climb back into my bed. I pull the blanket over me and drift off to sleep. Not sure how much time has passed, but I wake to the front door being slammed shut, indicating that my sister is home. I’m still dazed from my fall in the bathroom, but I shake it off. I head downstairs, dreading what state I’m going to find Scarlett in. As I walk down the stairs, I can hear my big sister cursing and it’s kind of funny.
    “Shit, fuck. Who the fuck put that table there?” Scarlett stumbles into the kitchen and bumps into everything in sight. I enter the kitchen to find my big sister raidi ng the fridge for munchies. God, is she drunk. She turns and looks at me with a carrot stick hanging out of her mouth. “Hey Pup, whatcha doing? I am starving and there’s not any food in the fridge.” She pouts and points at the fridge, but I know very well that the fridge is full of food. I look at the clock on the kitchen wall and its one thirty am. Thank the heavens we don’t open Scarlett Avenue on a Sunday. Scarlett is going to have a hangover tomorrow. Serves her right.
    “Do you want to me run out and grab you something to eat?” Scarlett nods with a huge greedy grin on her face. I go back up to my room and throw a pair of jeans, a hoodie , and my converse and head back downstairs. I ignore my drunken sister in the kitchen. Whatever mess she has made, she can