‘Gosh Abi what are you 12!’ Scott scolds. I frown at him fury radiating through my insides, I take a deep breath and attempt to bite back the anger I experience. It just isn’t succeeding this relationship, I am flogging a dead horse! Scott and I have been dating for eighteen months, but at some point in the very near future I will have to face the reality of the fact that we have failed. ‘You go’ I soothe, ‘they are your friends Scott’ ‘The invitation is for both of us Abi, Sarah-Jane is expecting you there too’ his impatience with me is worsening, all I seem to do is frustrate him. I feel emotional at the knowledge that I am going to have to end this, the fact that we rented a flat together just six months ago just adds to the mess. I cannot afford to pay the whole rent on the property alone and Bella has a full house now, my room being rented out immediately to one of her work colleagues. ‘Jesus Abi you would think I am requesting your attendance at a funeral the way you are carrying on, it is Vegas!’ he shrugs his suit jacket on and grabs his work bag moving to the door. He turns at the last moment and sighs, ‘I will inform Jamie and Sarah-Jane of our attendance yes?’ he raises an eyebrow his beautiful brown eyes that once moved over me like chocolate now penetrating mine with nothing more than cool tolerance.
