Me Before You: After You Part 28
You’re reading novel Me Before You: After You Part 28 online at LightNovelFree.com. Please use the follow button to get notification about the latest chapter next time when you visit LightNovelFree.com. Use F11 button to read novel in full-screen(PC only). Drop by anytime you want to read free – fast – latest novel. It’s great if you could leave a comment, share your opinion about the new chapters, new novel with others on the internet. We’ll do our best to bring you the finest, latest novel everyday. Enjoy!
'Is ... is that it?'
He glanced sideways, then back at the road. 'I think so, yes.'
She couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe the thing that had hung over her for weeks could be fixed just like that. She turned to him, suddenly anxious. 'Please don't tell my mum and Francis.'
He frowned slightly. 'If that's what you want.'
She let out a long, silent breath. 'Thank you,' she said quietly.
He patted her knee. 'Nasty lad. You need to be careful with your friends, Lily.' He moved his hand back onto the automatic gearstick before she had even registered its presence.
He hadn't batted an eyelid when she had told him she had nowhere to stay. He had driven her to a hotel in Bayswater and spoken quietly to the receptionist, who had handed her a room key. She was relieved he hadn't suggested taking her to his house: she didn't want to explain herself to anyone else.'I'll pick you up tomorrow when you're sober,' he said, tucking his wallet into his jacket pocket.
She had walked heavily up to Room 311, lain down on the bed fully clothed and slept for fourteen hours.
He called to say he would meet her for breakfast. She showered, took some clothes out of her rucksack and ran an iron over them in the hope that she looked a little more presentable. She was not good at ironing Lena had done that sort of thing.
When she came downstairs to the restaurant he was already sitting there, reading a paper, a half-drunk cup of coffee in front of him. He was older than she remembered, his hair thinning on top, a faint crepiness to the skin of his neck; the last time she had seen him had been at a company event at the races where Francis had drunk too much and her mother had hissed at him furiously whenever n.o.body else was about, and Mr Garside, catching it, had raised his eyebrows at Lily, as if to say, 'Parents, eh?'
She slid into the chair opposite him and he lowered his newspaper. 'Aha. How are you today?'
She felt embarra.s.sed, as if last night she had been overly histrionic. As if it had all been a fuss over nothing. 'Much better, thank you.'
'Did you sleep well?'
'Very well, thank you.'
He had studied her for a minute over his gla.s.ses. 'Very formal.'
She smiled. She didn't know what else to do. It was too weird, being there with her stepdad's work colleague. The waitress offered her coffee and she drank it. She eyed the breakfast buffet, wondering if she was expected to pay. He seemed to sense her discomfort. 'Eat something. Don't worry. It's paid for.'
He turned back to his paper.
She wondered whether he would tell her parents. She wondered what he had done with Peter's phone.
She hoped he had slowed his big black car on the Thames embankment, lowered his window and hurled it into the swirling currents below. She wanted never to see that picture again. She rose and fetched a croissant with some fruit from the buffet. She was starving.
He sat reading as she ate. She wondered how they looked from outside like any father and daughter probably. She wondered whether he had children.
'Don't you have to be at work?'
He smiled, accepted more coffee from the waitress. 'I told them I had an important meeting.' He folded his newspaper neatly and put it down.
She s.h.i.+fted uncomfortably in her seat. 'I need to get a job.'
'A job.' He sat back. 'Well. What kind of job?'
'I don't know. I kind of messed up my exams.'
'And what do your parents think?'
'They don't ... I can't ... They're not very happy with me right now. I've been staying with friends.'
'You can't go back there?'
'Not right now. My friend isn't very happy with me either.'
'Oh, Lily,' he said, and sighed. He looked out of the window, considering something for a minute, then glanced at his expensive watch. He thought for another moment, then called his office and told someone he was going to be late back from his meeting.
She waited to hear what he had to say next.'You finished?' He put his newspaper into his briefcase, and stood up. 'Let's go and make a plan.'
She had not been expecting him to come to the room and was embarra.s.sed by the state of it: the damp towels left on the floor, the television blaring trashy daytime programmes. She dumped the worst of it in the bathroom and shoved what was left of her belongings hastily into her rucksack. He pretended not to notice, just gazed out of the window, then turned back when she sat on the chair, as if he had only just seen the room.
'It's not a bad hotel, this,' he said. 'I used to stay here when I couldn't face the drive to Winchester.'
'Is that where you live?'
'It's where my wife lives, yes. My children are long grown-up.' He put his briefcase on the floor and sat on the edge of the bed. She got up and fetched the complimentary notepad from the bedside table, in case she needed to take notes. Her phone let out a chime and she glanced down. Lily just call me. Louisa x She shoved it into her back pocket and sat down, the notepad on her lap.
'So what do you think?'
'That you're in a tricky position, Lily. You're a bit young to be getting a job, to be frank. I'm not sure who would hire you.'
'I'm good at stuff, though. I'm a hard worker. I can garden.'
'Garden! Well, perhaps you could get work gardening. Whether that's going to bring in enough for you to support yourself is another matter. Have you got any references? Any holiday jobs?'
'No. My parents always gave me an allowance.'
'Mm.' He tapped his hands on his knees. 'You've had a difficult relations.h.i.+p with your father, haven't you?'
'Francis isn't my real father.'
'Yes. I'm aware of that. I know you left home some weeks ago. It all seems like a very sad situation.
Very sad. You must feel rather isolated.'
She felt the lump swell in her throat and thought for a moment that he was reaching for a handkerchief, but it was then that he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a phone. Peter's phone. He tapped it, once, twice, and she saw a flash of her own image. Her breathing stalled in her chest.
He clicked on it, making it bigger. Her cheeks flooded with colour. He stared at the photograph for what felt like several years. 'You really have been quite a bad girl, haven't you?'
Lily's fingers closed in a fist around the hotel bedspread. She looked up at Mr Garside, her cheeks burning. His eyes didn't leave the picture.
'A very bad girl.' Eventually he looked up at her, his gaze even, his voice soft. 'I suppose the first thing we need to do is work out how you can repay me for the phone and the hotel room.'
'But,' she began, 'you didn't say '
'Oh, come on, Lily. A live-wire like you? You must know that nothing comes for free.' He looked down at the image. 'You must have worked that out a while ago ... You're obviously good at it.'
Lily's breakfast rose into her throat.
'You see, I could be very helpful to you. Give you somewhere to stay until you're back on your feet, a little leg up the career ladder. You wouldn't need to do very much in return. Quid pro quo you know that phrase? You did Latin at your school, didn't you?'She stood abruptly and reached for her rucksack. His hand shot out and took hold of her arm. With his free hand he tucked the phone slowly back into his pocket. 'Let's not be hasty about this, Lily. We wouldn't want me to have to show this little picture to your parents, would we? Goodness knows what they would think about what you've been up to.'
Her words stuck in her throat.
He patted the bedspread beside him. 'I would think very carefully about your next move. Now. Why don't we '
Lily's arm flew back, shaking him off. And then she was wrenching the hotel-room door open and she was gone, feet pumping, racing down the hotel corridor, her bag flying out behind her.
London teemed with life into the small hours. She walked while cars nudged night buses impatiently along main roads, minicabs wove in and out of traffic, men in suits made their way home or sat in glowing office cubicles halfway to the sky, ignoring the cleaners who worked silently around them. She walked with her head low and her rucksack on her shoulder, and when she ate in late-night burger restaurants, she made sure her hood was up and that she had a free newspaper to pretend to read: there was always someone who would sit down at your table and try to get you to talk. Come on, darling, I'm only being friendly.
All the while she replayed that morning's events in her head. What had she done? What signal had she sent? Was there something about her that meant everyone a.s.sumed she was a wh.o.r.e? The words he had used made her want to cry. She felt herself shrink into her hood, hating him. Hating herself.
She used her student card and rode on underground trains until the atmosphere became drunk and febrile. Then it felt safer to stay above ground. The rest of the time she walked through the glittering neon lights of Piccadilly, down the lead-dusted length of Marylebone Road, around the pulsing late-night bars of Camden, her stride long, pretending she had somewhere to be, only slowing when her feet began to ache from the unforgiving pavement.
When she got too tired she begged favours. She spent one night at her friend Nina's, but Nina asked too many questions and the sound of her chatting downstairs to her parents while Lily lay, soaking the grime out of her hair in the bath, made her feel like the loneliest person on earth. She left after breakfast, even though Nina's mum said she was welcome to stay another night, gazing at her with concerned maternal eyes. She spent two nights on the sofa of a girl she had met while clubbing, but there were three men sharing the flat, and she didn't feel relaxed enough to sleep and sat fully clothed, hugging her knees, watching television with the sound turned off until dawn. She spent one night at a Salvation Army hostel, listening to two girls argue in the next-door cubicle, her bag clutched to her chest under the blanket. They said she could have a shower, but she didn't like to leave her bag in the lockers while she got wet. She drank the free soup and left. But mostly she walked, spending the last of her cash on cheap coffee and Egg Mcm.u.f.fins and growing more and more tired and hungry until it was hard to think straight, hard to react quickly when the men in doorways said disgusting things or the staff in the cafe told her she'd made that one cup of tea last long enough, young lady, and it was time to move on.
And all the while she wondered what her parents were saying at that moment, and what Mr Garside would say about her when he showed them the pictures. She could see her mother's shocked face, Francis's slow shake of the head, as if this new Lily was of no surprise to him whatsoever.
She had been so stupid.She should have stolen the phone.
She should have stamped on it.
She should have stamped on him.
She shouldn't have gone to that boy's stupid flat and behaved like a stupid idiot and broken her own stupid life, and that was usually the point at which she would start crying again and pull her hood further up around her face and .
CHAPTER TWENTY.
'She's what?'
In Mrs Traynor's silence I heard disbelief, and perhaps (maybe I was being oversensitive) a faint echo of the last thing of hers I had failed to keep safe.
'And you've tried to call?'
'She's not picking up.'
'And she hasn't been in touch with her parents?'
I closed my eyes. I had been dreading this conversation. 'She's done this before, apparently. Mrs Houghton-Miller is convinced Lily will turn up any minute.'
Mrs Traynor digested this. 'But you aren't.'
'Something's not right, Mrs Traynor. I know I'm not a parent, but I just ...' My words tailed away.
'Anyway. I'd rather be doing something than nothing, so I'm going to get back out walking the streets to find her. I just wanted you to know the truth about what was going on.'
Mrs Traynor was silent for a moment. And then she said, her voice measured but oddly determined, 'Louisa, before you go, would you mind giving me Mrs Houghton-Miller's telephone number?'
I called in sick, noting fleetingly that Richard Percival's cold 'I see,' was actually more ominous than his previous bl.u.s.tering protests. I printed off photographs one of Lily's Facebook profile photographs, and one of the selfies she'd taken of the two of us. I spent the morning driving around central London. I parked on kerbs, leaving the hazard lights flas.h.i.+ng, as I nipped into pubs, fast-food joints, nightclubs where the cleaners, working in the stale, dim air, peered up at me with suspicious eyes.
Have you seen this girl?
Who wants to know?
Have you seen this girl?
Are you police? I don't want no trouble.
Some people evidently thought it amusing to string me along for a bit Oh, that girl! Brown hair?
Y eah, what was her name? ... Nah. Never seen her before. n.o.body seemed to have seen her. And the further I travelled, the more hopeless it felt. What better place to disappear than London? A teeming metropolis where you could slide into a million doorways, mingle with crowds that never ended. I would gaze up at the tower blocks and wonder whether even now she was lying on someone's sofa in her pyjamas. Lily picked up people with ease, and had no fear of asking for anything she could be with anyone.
And yet.
I wasn't entirely sure what drove me to keep going. Perhaps it was my cold fury at Tanya Houghton- Miller's semi-detached parenting; perhaps it was my guilt at having failed to do the thing I was criticizing Tanya for not doing. Perhaps it was just that I knew only too well how vulnerable a young girl could be.
Mostly, though, it was Will. I walked and drove and questioned and walked and held endless internal conversations with him as my hip began to ache, and I paused in my car, chewing stale sandwiches andgarage chocolate and choking down painkillers to keep me going.
Where would she go, Will?
What would you do?
And yet again I'm sorry. I let you down.
Any news? I texted Sam. It felt odd speaking to him while having concurrent conversations with Will in my head, a strange infidelity. I just wasn't quite sure who I was being unfaithful to.
Nope. I've called every ER department in London. How about you?
Bit tired.
Hip?
Nothing chewing a few Nurofen won't fix.
Want me to stop by after my s.h.i.+ft?
I think I just need to keep looking.
Don't go anywhere I wouldn't go x Very funny x.x.x 'Did you try the hospitals?' My sister called from college, in her fifteen-minute break between HMRC: the Changing Face of Revenue Collection, and V AT: A European Perspective.
'Sam says there's n.o.body with her name has been admitted to any of the teaching hospitals. He's got people everywhere looking out for her.' I glanced behind me as I spoke, as if even then I half expected to see Lily walking out of the crowds towards me.
'How long have you been looking?'
Me Before You: After You Part 28
You're reading novel Me Before You: After You Part 28 online at LightNovelFree.com. You can use the follow function to bookmark your favorite novel ( Only for registered users ). If you find any errors ( broken links, can't load photos, etc.. ), Please let us know so we can fix it as soon as possible. And when you start a conversation or debate about a certain topic with other people, please do not offend them just because you don't like their opinions.
Me Before You: After You Part 28 summary
You're reading Me Before You: After You Part 28. This novel has been translated by Updating. Author: Jojo Moyes already has 571 views.
It's great if you read and follow any novel on our website. We promise you that we'll bring you the latest, hottest novel everyday and FREE.
LightNovelFree.com is a most smartest website for reading novel online, it can automatic resize images to fit your pc screen, even on your mobile. Experience now by using your smartphone and access to LightNovelFree.com
- Related chapter:
- Me Before You: After You Part 27
- Me Before You: After You Part 29