The Beginning

December 2014, New Year's Eve, 11.45 pm. Sat on the edge of my bed after returning home from a New Year's Eve party early, I could have gone back to my boyfriends house but after spending the emote Christmas season with him, I needed a break. You see he was very full on, clingy and needy. I on the other hand was totally the opposite, never bothered me if I didn't see him for a couple of days, always been independent and always liked my own space. If I'm honest this relationship had probably run it's course. I was getting itchy feet you see, I felt trapped but I don't know what was trapping me was it him or was it me, was I getting weighed down by thdd ex fact that it was easy to carry on in this relationship where I applied little effort because I had him wrapped round my little finger, he worshipped the ground I walked on. I on the other hand breezed in and out of his life depending on when I was bored. He was a stop gap after a shitty divorce. I used him to pass my time.

11:59pm. Fireworks exploding in the sky. People out in the street shouting and singing, bringing the new year in. I couldn't be arsed. I ate my cheese on toast, climbed into bed and turned the lamp off. Closed my eyes and relaxed into my king size bed, enjoying the fact that I didn't have to share it tonight. No arm coming over me, no leg brushing up against me. Just freedom to sleep like a starfish in the middle of my bed. I drifted off. I woke again sometime later, 2:17 am to be precise as I lay there enveloped in darkness and silence of the night my phone buzzed. Reluctant to turn over and read the message knowing it was just another happy new year message, I closed my eyes and lay still. My phone buzzed again and then again. I picked my phone up and unlocked the screen. Three messages from the same person. Intrigued I stared at the phone, debating on whether to open the message as I did not want the person that sent them to know i'd read the messages. Martin Webster. Who was this person, I didn't know anyone by that name!

Instead I searched the name on Facebook and saw his profile picture consisted of him stood on the beach holding a baby in his left arm and holding the hand of a small blonde girl in his right. His profile said he was single, he was 6 years younger than me and self employed. It still didn't explain why he had messaged me. After a little more research I discovered he was a friend of one of my friends. Vincent Beamen, who I went to primary school with straight through to secondary school. I also noticed that Martin Webster had liked slot of the comments I'd made on Vincent's pictures. I opened the message, it read " Hi, how are you?"

Original, I thought. The second message read "Nice profile picture!"

The third message read "???????, XX".

Impatient twat! I thought to myself. I was just about to compose a message expressing my dissatisfaction at his impatience but then decided against. Hmmm, il think about this one it could be fun!