Oscar placed his headphones in his ears for company in attempt to mask any further peculiar noises. He gave up on the idea of food, as his appetite had escaped him once more. Instead he emptied the bin, placing the black bin bag outside to be collected. Oscar was completely unaware that the broom, which had carefully been wedged in the corner by the door, had slipped falling across the entrance. Oscar sighed, walking from the kitchen. His foot caught under the broom, he reached out to grab the door handle with his free hand but missed, falling headlong into the hallway. The liquid splashed from his cup, spilling down the front of his top.
‘Argh!’ He abandoned the upturned mug, hastily removing his top from his scorched skin. He gazed down anxiously to see a patch of skin blistering slightly upon his stomach. He clambered up, pushing the broom out-of-the-way and hobbled upstairs removing the rest of his clothes,standing under the cold shower.
‘Clumsy idiot!’ He cursed. ‘Fancy leaving the broom so close to the door, and imagine not seeing it!’ The cool water soothed his stinging skin. The sensation subsided a little, he rolled his eyes upon seeing the large, raised bruise appearing on his left knee. Surely Ava would have some kind of burn cream in her room? Her medical kit was well equipped at least. He placed a towel around his waist, limping into her room and gazing into her top draw. He spied the tube of acriflex. ‘Thank goodness one of us is organised!’ He sighed, as he applied a small amount to his reddened stomach.
Oscar flopped onto Ava’s bed, the movement causing his knee to smart. He winced slightly. ‘You really are daft.’ He thought. He gazed at the graze upon his wrist, tutting loudly. He closed his eyes for a few moments, but there was no time to procrastinate.Fully aware that he had another assignment due, he grabbed one of Ava’s note books to borrow a couple of sheets of paper.‘What the hell is this? Not Ava’s diary?‘ He half closed it. ‘Never read someone else’s diary.’ He thought. But curiosity took over. Oscar gazed at the last page, dated four days back.
‘I’m seriously worried about Oscar, he looks worse every single day. He seems to be almost in denial about it all. I’m really scared, but have no-one else really to talk to. What scares me more than anything is the fact that I’m carrying his baby. How am I going to cope alone? I know how excited he is about the whole thing, but I know for a fact that he won’t be well enough to help me care for the baby, he could barely stand at the scan. All he seems to do these days is sleep. What’s worse is it really grates on me more than anything, I feel tired myself all of the time, but I feel like I’m the one looking after him. It should be the other way around.’
Oscar swallowed. ‘Do I really look that bad and why is she worried about coping alone? I’m not going to leave her!’ He thought, feeling extremely guilty. Oscar flicked through previous pages.
‘Can’t believe I actually used to fancy Sebastian, he is turning into such a moron! I don’t know what has gotten into him lately, his behaviour is really bizarre. On a positive note, I know that I will always be able to rely on Oscar.’
Oscar’s heart sank. ‘What a selfish bastard I’ve been.’ He sighed. ‘Poor Ava, I’ve apologised so many times, but it doesn’t make it right, What can I do?’ He gazed at another entry.
‘Janet Setterfield! What an infuriating, selfish woman! How can anyone have so little concern or show so little love for their son? She has a heart of ice which isn’t going to melt anytime soon. Oscar is so foolish in thinking that he might be able to mend the damage already done.’
‘God that’s pretty rude!’ Oscar exclaimed. ‘Still, it is her private diary.’ He replaced the diary in exactly the same position in the draw, clutching a piece of paper in his shaky hand .
To be continued…