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“Jamie? Is that you?” A voice shouted out from across the road. Jamie lived in a relatively small town or village so it must be someone he knew. “Jamie, it’s Mike from three doors down, Phillippa’s dad?”. With that Jamie stopped, he walked over to the very fast and expensive looking BMW. “Hi Mike, sorry I didn’t recognise the voice at first are you okay?” Mike explained, he has seen my Mum the day before, who had aired my dirty laundry with him, charming! “Do you want to go and get some food and have a chat? Your Mum would kill me if I didn’t at least try to persuade you to come home, my treat?” Mike had always had a thing for my Mum, ever since my Dad passed away, five years ago. He would pop in every few days and say hi, take me to football training and family trips to give Mum a break. He’s a nice guy so who am I to deny him a chance to pay for a Nandos for me! We got to Nandos and quickly Beşevler escort found a table and before long we were eating, I hadn’t properly seen Mike for two or three years as I had been at college and as I found out he had been travelling around Asia. He asked about my home situation and what had happened with my Mum. Long story short we have always clashed, probably due to having similar personalities but this time it felt different. She wasn’t bothered when I threatened to leave so I walked. No calls or texts for a week now so I felt very empty and lost. Mike could see that I was upset and it didn’t take a genius to see I only had the clothes I was stood in and a few bits and bobs. “No pressure Jamie, but I have the house to myself these days with everyone off living their own lives so you are welcome to stay as long as you like, I can tell Çankaya escort bayan your mum I have seen you and you’re safe and we can take it from there?” It sounded really good as I didn’t want to leave the village but equally I didn’t want to go home, at least not for a while. “I don’t know what to say Mike, if I am honest a part of me would like what but I don’t want to impose on you or mess up your life?” Mike smiled, “If I am honest too then Jamie, I would appreciate the company, its very lonely in that house and hopefully we can have a laugh?” It was decided, I would stay with Mike until he either got fed up with me or I chose to go home. I wasn’t working so I said I would happily help out to pay my way, Mike brushed it off but I wasn’t going to take the piss. We then went back to Mike’s house, driving past my ‘former’ home, God it felt so Escort Cebeci weird but I was so thankful for Mike’s kindness. Once inside it took me by surprise, I forgot how big this house was, it looked amazing. It was really modern and minimal and had all the latest gadgets and things. Mike showed me to my room, it was really nice, with a big double bed and my own bathroomm, I was never going home! Mike called me down, he handed me a drink (that looked like vodka but I don’t drink so who knows!). “I know you’re not eighteen yet but let’s celebrate you moving in for the foreseeable future and hopefully some fun times for us both?” Mike and I chatted for a short while, I had mixed emotions (not like that!), I felt very comfortable around him but equally I felt very odd as I was now effectively living with someone I knew but didn’t know that well. It might have been the drink but I also got very paranoid, why was Mike a fifty something, fairly fit bloke still single in this massive house, amazing car etc. Was there something wrong with him? I had to calm down and stop being daft. I made my excuses and went to bed. Morning quickly came and I woke in a panic, different surroundings I guess.