Chapter Twenty Eight
I was sat on my bed, bouncing my leg, feeling nervous. Not knowing what to expect when James come over. What could he say that would even explain his attitude earlier? As soon as he texted me saying that he was here, I headed down stairs to let him in.
My mum and dad were home and on this rare occasion, weren't actually fighting, but we headed up to my room any way, he wanted privacy to tell me his story, so, I was going to give him exactly that.
I closed my bed room door on the way in and we both sat down on my bed again.
‘So..?’ I had to ask when he hadn’t said anything for a few minutes.
‘My past is very private. Hardly any one knows about it’. I nodded, understanding. ‘Ok well, when I was younger, me and my mum used to get abused by my dad. He beat me, but
