A/N: I blame this on 'Last Train' by Travis, but it turned out alright, I think.
The boarding call for the last train out of Leeds to Aberdeen rung out over the crowds.
I made my way to that train, pulling my small suitcase behind me. I stubbed out my cigarette on the brick wall as I passed it. I walked to platform eight and sat down on the first available seat. I took my phone out and considered it.
After a moment's thought, I flipped my phone over and took the SIM card out and snapped it. I wouldn't need it.
It was eleven o'clock at night. I was running away.
The train finally pulled into the platform and I boarded with no hassle. Everyone around me was tired from a long, hard day's work. Me? I was fresh, having slept all day in preparation for my trip.
The ticket inspector was asking me if I could show her my ticket.
I dug in my jean pocket and presented it to her. She scrutinized my ticket carefully before giving it back to me.
I stared out of the window as we pulled out of the station and started heading north. The city raced by.
I was leaving Leeds, my home for twenty-one years. Because I am going to be exiled from my family as soon as they woke up tomorrow. I took my sisters' saving, all of them, everything she worked for, I took.
I did feel kind of good knowing I had three thousand pound at my disposal. Even if it wasn't mine.
As we sped away from the city and into the countryside, I reflected on how angry my parents and sister were going to be. Very angry, I thought.
My last conscious thought before falling asleep was I was right to snap my SIM card.
I woke up as the train chugged into Aberdeen station at five o'clock the next morning.
I got up and stretched my arms and legs, which were cramped after spending a night in a chair. I gathered my jacket and suitcase before getting off the train.
I blinked in the dim light of the sun surfacing over the buildings as I hailed a taxi to take me to the nearest Bed and Breakfast.
"On holiday, are you?" the taxi-driver said through the screen.
"Yeah, something like that." I said as we whizzed through the traffic.
After I paid the taxi-driver twenty pounds, I went into the old-fashioned looking B'n'B.
Inside it was even more old-fashioned, with beams in the ceiling and terrible red and gold wallpaper.
Behind the desk, there was a grey-haired woman whose badge announced 'I'm Linda!'. I went over to her.
"Can I have a room please?" I asked.
"Certainly. How long for?" She said.
"Two weeks. If I need any longer, I'll tell you so."
"Ok, you need to pay upfront. So that will be…" She glanced at her computer, "Forty-five pounds."
I handed over the correct amount and she hand me the room key. It was on a gold chain.
"Room 26." She said, pointing to the stairs.
I nodded and went up the stairs.
I slid my key into the lock and opened the door. I went in, shutting the door behind me and turning on the lights.
The lights came on to show a heavy wooden bed with a dark red quilt cover and gold pillowcases. Next to the bed there was a bedside cabinet. At the bottom of the double bed, there was a small dresser.
I put my things in the dresser, observing as I did so, that there was a door leading into what I guessed was the bathroom.
Once I had done that I went over to the window to peer out at the bustling city and the light of daybreak over the city. The clock struck six and I was suddenly very tired.
After setting the clock on the bedside table to wake me up at half past eight, I went to sleep.
"Excuse me?" I said to Linda, the woman behind the desk.
"Do you know where the nearest phone shop is?" I asked, hands in pockets, one curling round my cigarette box with my last cigarette in.
"It's just down the road from here. It's an Orange shop, I hope you don't mind?" She said, smiling kindly.
I shook my head slightly, "That's fine."
As I walked out into the bitterly cold wind, I remembered I needed to buy some more cigarettes. I was down to my last one.
The wind made my light brown hair yank backwards and my eyes water. I shivered - the wind was chilling me down to my bones.
Once I was in the Orange shop Linda had directed me to, I brought a basic SIM card that gave me two hundred texts and one thousand minutes for under a tenner. It was really more for emergencies, and not for me contacting my family.
Outside, it was still bitterly cold thanks to the wind that blew down the street. I looked for somewhere to find a brief relief from the wind. I spotted a Costa just across he street, diagonally across form the Orange shop. I walked over to it, sighing as I opened the door, the warmth hitting me.
I went over to the counter and ordered a latte. While I waited patiently, I scanned the other customers.
There was a old woman who looked like she was a regular; a dark-haired business man who had his laptop out and drinking his drink while was typing away; a young woman with light blonde hair and wide, innocent green eyes.
The cashier gave me my latte and I took it over to the little wooden table with sugar and things on. I added two sugars and, while mixing it, walked over to an empty table in the back of the small, homely coffee shop.
I settled into my comfy seat, placing my latte in front of me. I took my jacket off, put it on the back of the chair and waited. For what, I didn't know. For someone to notice me? For someone to say get out of my café? I didn't know.
I stared into space while I slowly drank my drink. I watched as people came and went. I felt useless.
"Excuse me? Can I sit with you?" A voice above me said. I looked up to find a woman.
I nodded blankly as she put her handbag on the floor next to her feet.
I'd had at least six drinks, having been here for two or three hours. I hadn't gotten my cigarettes, I'd gotten distracted by watching the other customers.
I looked around, realising simultaneously that the place was really crowded and that the weather outside had taken a turn for the worst - it was raining and blowing a gale.
I rested my brown eyes on the woman in front of me, sipping her hot chocolate. She had corkscrew curls that framed her heart-shaped face. She had a few faint freckles on the bridge of her nose.
She didn't seem to mind me observing her; in fact, she seemed to be judging me back.
"I can't stand marshmallows." I said, pointing to her hot chocolate.
This sparked a lively debate on the merits of marshmallows that lasted well over an hour.
As the clock struck twelve, my companion seemed to realise she had to be somewhere.
"Well, this has been fun, but I've got to go." She said, picking up her handbag and leaving.
I sat there for a few moments before braving the weather to get my much-needed cigarettes.
I had been here a week and in that time I had learnt that Linda was actually quite nice. I'd also learnt that the corkscrew girl was called Sasha and she wasn't at all against being hit on.
"So, Sasha, did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" I asked during one of our regular coffee meets.
"Of course it did." She giggled and blushed.
I was slowly falling for here. Her way of laughing; her sarcasm and obviously, her smile. A million other things besides.
"My fair lady, would you care to go with me to dinner at eight o'clock?" I asked.
"Why yes, my handsome man." Sash said.
I grinned, "Shall we meet outside Renton's?" referring to the restaurant we both loved.
"Certainly." She laughed.
Her laughter sounds like summer personified, of tinkling streams, I thought, watching her leave 'our' table.
I mooched back to the B and B, smoking a cigarette, thankful that the sn was out.
I haven't told her I stole from my sister - Sasha would hate me.
My money was coming to an end, spent on drink, cigarettes and coffee. I only had two hundred pounds left - a hundred of which would be going on our dinner tonight. The rest was going to bye me a Aberdeen-Leeds ticket for tonight. Yes, I was going to abandon Sasha - like a coward.
This was going well, I thought.
Sasha was enjoying herself, her hair hanging over her eyes slightly and her red dress accentuating her curves.
"You're beautiful." I said, shamelessly.
Sasha blushed, "You're looking quite dapper yourself."
I smiled; I was wearing my suit with dark red accents.
As I paid the bill, a bare foot slid up my leg. I shivered.
We stumbled out of Renton's into the cool air.
"Can I come with you?" She asked.
"No, you can't darling." I said as I hailed a taxi for Sasha to go home in.
Just before Sasha went into the taxi, I kissed her. Her lips collided with mine with a chemistry I'd never felt with any other woman.
"Bye Sasha." I said, before walking away.
I smoked my last cigarette as I waited for a taxi to take me to the Aberdeen station, where I would leave on a train to Leeds.
I put my suitcase in the back of the taxi and got in.
"Where to?" The taxi-driver asked.
Wearily, I said, "Aberdeen train station please."
A/N: Reviews are the only payment I receive. I didn't mean for this to be this long, but oh well.