Ignite Me: Shards of Glass, Part One Read Free Page B

sounded bored. I didn't blame him half of the people here would be going to after parties, but my hand hurt and I wanted to go home.
    “Butlers Wharf apartments, please!” I was actually just looking forward to taking my shoes off and finding some pain killers my fingers had swollen up. I didn't regret it though. I'd do it all over again if I had too.
    “Sure thing! We have 4G super-fast Internet in the car if you need it!”
    I smiled. I didn't need to use the free Wi-Fi, but it was decent of him to offer.
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    chapter 3
     
     
    A short time later I was walking through the main doors to my apartment complex. I was greeted by Harry one of the doormen.
    “Hello Miss Watson, a good evening was it?!” He smiled from the behind the desk.
    I laughed. “No, not really! Think I've broken my hand!” I held my hand up to show him.
    He pulled a face and winced. “Did you need a doctor?! I can get concierge to ring for you?!”
    I shook my head. “No need, it's still moving and it's late! It was dislocated, but someone fixed it!” I smiled as I headed for the lift.
    He nodded at me “Well, I'll have the names of the local private doctors sent up for you in the morning!”
    “Thank you Harry!” I called as I got into the lift.
    I was used to my own company, but I had nobody here. I sometimes wished that more of my so called friends actually cared but clearly they'd forgotten about me now I was gone. I walked out of the lift and over to my front door. There were two other apartments up to my level. We were at the top on level 6 which meant our apartments where the biggest with the most outside space.
    I unlocked the door and stepped in hitting the light switch. I loved it. It had everything I needed. It had three bedrooms, I'd taken the master bedroom, as it was the biggest. I'd left one as a guest come dressing room and the smallest I had turned into a craft room and music room. The main space was all black tiles and open space with a large central lounge room with an entertainment center. I shrugged my jacket off and hung it over the peg by the door and kicked my shoes off.
    “Oh, that's so good!” I flexed my toes on the cold slate tile flooring. It felt like heaven. I padded off to the kitchen and pulled open the fridge door and pulled out a bottle of water. I glanced at the food tempted to make a snack, but I just wanted to get some pain tablets for my hand so I pulled out an apple and stood and bit three large chucks of it off chewing it. It wasn't that I didn't eat but I didn't want heavy food before bed. I walked over to the cupboard nearest the sink and pulled it open. “I know you’re in here somewhere!”
    I muttered as I rummaged around. “Ah found you!” I pulled the packet of anti-inflammatory tablets out and scanned the back then popped two out and undid the top of the bottle, placing the tablets into my mouth I chugged down a good quarter of the bottle before pulling a face. “Well, they taste vile!” I'd developed a habit of talking to myself at home because when I'd first moved in I never really spoke and after a while you forget what it's like to speak outside of your own head.
    I walked through to the lounge and collapsed down onto the large leather sofa and swung my legs up so I was laying on it looking out of the window. London at night from my windows was beautiful. I pulled my phone from my pocket and unlocked it turning on the camera and took a photo. I was going for the artsy effect. You could just make out my feet with the view of the city behind them. I posted it on my favourite photo sharing app Instagram with the caption.
    My view beats your view!
    I quite liked seeing what the kids sent me in return. They'd say there's was better and I'd get to see some cool places. Mostly Sean's fans left me alone. Some of the older ones even sympathized with me. Plus, it showed my so called friends back in LA I wasn't falling apart over here.
    I grinned