When Sparks Fly...Chapter 25

Hey everyone, thanks sooo much for your lovely comments! They are really touching.! Your comments give me such a boost and I am so grateful, it's a shame I can't thank you with sweets or something, but know they mean the world to me or else I wouldn't sit for hours writing more chapters, so please comment!

Also, I feel like I should defend Tori a bit, yes she is pretty insecure, but that’s her character, it’s not that she doesn’t trust Caesar, she just wants to find out about Abbie. Also, I think if she was a dull character, I wouldn’t be writing a story. Some of you have asked why she is going, she’s going to get caught, but I was thinking through why someone might, and I thought about people having affairs. They know it’s wrong and they shouldn’t do it, but they do regardless of the consequences, but their urge and need overtakes them. I also hope that her character makes exciting reading because of how she acts! I really hope you like this chapter, I like it so I hope you do too.

Monica-hmm, I think I said a few chapters ago, the epilogue of It Could Be Him is on 83 comments-which is amazing and I just wanted to thank everyone who commented and read it!
Cheyenne Taylor-haha, I am being quite slow with posting! I’m glad you like drama, what’s a book without it! Is the story ending? Mm let’s just say it’s nearer the end than the beginning. I honestly don’t know how many chapters there are going to be or what is going to happen, so I won’t rush. I hate talking about endings though!
Triple A-does she? Tor reminds me of me to be honest! But not as extreme. Oohh I like that you really take a lot of it in!
Laura-Beth-your imagination is so much better than mine! I love all of your ideas! Let’s see what you think of mine!
Diana-what happened in your relationship if you don’t mind me asking?
Chelsea-haha, yeah, I want Tor to let loose too, but with Caesar so caught up in seeing Abbie he’s kinda neglected her in wanting to push her boundaries and throw fire to the wind. Yeah, same here, Caesar’s quite something!
Mevvi-perfcetly summed up, they are both perfectly imperfect!

Angel Dawn-yeah, that is pretty cute, isn’t it! Oohh maybe something bad will happen! Ahh, thank your friends and I hope they liked them!
AprilJazmine-ahh, I’m sorry! In England M&S (Marks and Spencer) is a department store which sells food, clothing, etc. and it’s really famous here.
Nami-I like to as well! Imagining it makes it more realistic. I will try again and search for a pic for you! Oohh I love addicting people!
Phoebe-haha, do you now?! When I wait, I always think so randomly that it doesn’t happen! I read books as quick as possible, I love the thrill of it, I happily sit for nine hours and read a whole book straight. Unfortunately I can’t at the moment, so I’m dipping into lots of books-one of which is so cute! Ahh, you do get to have convos with me, lol, why you would want to is beyond me! Ahhh, I love hearing about people’s beaus! I go all mushy and think it’s the sweetest thing in the world. That’s probably the time I truly believe love exists when you see how caught up they are in one another and how they look at each other and tease the other, it’s beautiful. Ahhh, seriously, you can go on talking about him, it inspires me actually! Bless him, he sounds lovely Phoebe.
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I wake up early the next morning at 8am to get the 9.45am train as it takes apparently little over two hours to get there. I sit in my room, straightening my messy waves and find Emily’s grey beret to wear to somewhat disguise myself, just in case Caesar gets a little too close to me. I’m hoping there will be a place for me to hide so he won’t see me, fingers crossed.

‘Are you sure you still want to go?’ Emily asks peering into my room as I pull my slouchy jeans on with my grey woolly jumper on.

I nod ‘Yes, I know nothing will happen. It’s not about Caesar, this is about Abbie; I just want to see her.’

‘Couldn’t you just ask for a picture?’

I look at her not amused and she asks ‘What’s the big deal with Caesar and his ex?’

‘There’s a lot more to it, Em.’

‘Well I hope you don’t get caught.’

‘Emily, I’m so short, I don’t think I’m going to stand out.’

‘Oh you’re right, because a woman hiding behind some tree, spying on her boyfriend won’t stand out.’ She rolls her eyes and looks disapprovingly at me. ‘You want to hope so, Tor. I’ll see you tonight; I don’t know why I’m saying this, but good luck.’ She gives me a hopeful smile and adds ‘He does love you, Tori.’

‘Thanks.’

‘Believe him.’ She stresses.

‘I do. I’ll see you tonight.’ I stand up and give her a quick kiss before taking my satchel and putting my black pumps on to go.

I hope this goes to plan.

CAESAR’S P.O.V

‘Mac, where the hell is the address?’ I yell as I run around the flat in my jeans trying to find this stupid bit of paper.

‘I don’t know. Why do you need it?’ Mac answers from the sofa.

‘Well I'm not too sure where this place is.’ I say lifting random objects up to see if this address is hiding underneath them. It’s not.

‘You did live in Cardiff. Can't you remember?'

I swear at Mac ‘Shut up, Mac’ I flick through the pile of paper scattered on the kitchen side and then find it. Thank you!

‘Who are you seeing then?’ He asks as I put a T-shirt and cardigan on, with my leather jacket to top it off.

‘Um, an old mate.’

‘Whose name is?’

‘Bob.’ I answer quickly. Why Bob? Any name but Bob.

Mac looks at me and says sarcastically ‘Right, well say hi to Bob for me.’

‘Sure. I’ll see you later,’

‘What time will you be back?’

‘Don’t worry, you can shag Adele all day and I still won’t be back,’ I taunt.

Mac looks at me and shakes his head ‘I’m not screwing her, mate, I love Adele.’

I nod ‘Mac, I was joking. I know you love her and I’m glad. I’ll see you later.’

I grab my green beanie and push it on before grabbing my wallet and bag before dashing out of my flat.

I better not miss this train.

But I don’t. Luckily enough it was delayed by five minutes, just enough time to let me on and take me back in time to see my old flame.

VICTORIA’S P.O.V

I soon arrive in Cardiff at gone midday, which is convenient as the restaurants start to open around now. I don’t know what time Caesar is getting here for, but I thought it was best to get here early to see when he arrives.

I decide to grab myself a caramel frappucciono before sitting down since I don’t know how long I will be perched here waiting for something to happen. If it does, that is.

As I sit patiently on the cold stone wall out of sight, I watch the staff of the restaurant file in. It’s quite a high end restaurant I think, with lush, lavish furniture and quite an expensive menu. I watch them all go in and someone immediately stands out and I know already that’s her.

That’s Abbie.

And my goodness she is beautiful; with golden brown hair and denim blue eyes as deep as the sea. She’s taller than me and is quite slim, but with flattering, slim curves women dream of but can never achieve. She’s laughing with her friend and smiles brightly to her boss as she enters the restaurant in her tight fitting white shirt and smart blue trousers that shape her body so well. I can see why he fell in love with her now. She’s stunning and that’s only her looks. I wonder what she’s like as a person.

I’m now starting to regret my decision to come here today.

I nevertheless find myself a spot because I’m not willingly going home without seeing a bit more of her and sit conveniently behind a water feature in the middle of the shopping centre and peer through the splashing water garden to see if I can see anything.

I continue to sit and wait for something to happen, but nothing.

Nothing is happening.

What if Caesar doesn’t come?

What if this isn’t where Abbie will be?

But my hopes are dashed as I see my boyfriend approaching the restaurant.

I walk around the garden feature to get a better view of them and sit watching the whole encounter play out before me…

CAESAR’S P.O.V

As the train approaches Cardiff, the memories of what happened here flood back to me like a gun to my head. It instantly hits me as we pass the Cardiff sign welcoming me to the city.

The first image is that bathroom scene and her unbearable screams for help, clinging to my jumper hoping and praying the baby was ok; she looked deathly white surrounded by her own blood and I didn’t know what was happening. It was torture, watching the person you love, hurt so much and being unable to help them in any way, shape or form is cruel in itself.

I don’t know if I’m ready to see Abbie again. What is she going to say? Is she going to hit me or hug me?

I hope she hasn’t changed too much. I hope she’s still the same bright, bubbly Abbie everybody loved. She was that type of person who had an infectious glow that makes them beautiful in every way. Tor is like that. She has the glow too; the glow which people are attracted to because of their clear kindness and generosity.

As I step off the train, the cool winter’s breeze hits me and a gust of wind blows furiously onto the platform. What the hell if my hair is windswept, it’s a matt of curly locks anyway.

I take the turning off into the main city centre and head for the restaurant Abbie should be working at, according to my friend who is still here. I’ve never been here before. I’m not surprised; I wouldn’t be able to afford it. The extent me and Abbie went for meals out was our local curry house-which admittedly, was a pretty damn special place.

I don’t know if Abbie told anyone about what happened, but it didn’t sound like my friend Ethan knew about it.

I cautiously walk into the shopping centre and realise the entrance is at the side. I quickly turn on my feet and walk back to the way in.

I don’t know if I’m ready for this.

I don’t know what I’m supposed to say.

I’m scared.

Really scared.

I take a deep breath and quickly swing the door open and walk straight over to the Maître D’s desk without a second thought.

He looks at me disapprovingly since I’m in jeans and a jacket with a beanie and says with his snobby welsh accent ‘Can I help you?’

‘Um yes, you can, does Abbie Rhodes work here?’ I inquire politely.

‘Yes, why?’

‘Well can I talk to her?’

The man looks up and down at me and says ‘I’ll ask, but I won’t be surprised if she declines.’

Well neither would I.

‘Abbie, there’s a man out here who wants to see you.’ He calls out.

I then see a flash of her golden brown hair as she pushes her back against the door, carrying a jug of water out into the restaurant. She turns around smiling that same big white smile expecting to see a friend, but then her eye catch mine and she realises it’s me who wants to see her.

Abbie instantly then drops the jug of water, the glass shattering and the water flying all over another waitress. She’s frozen in her spot and I feel so awkward. This wasn’t meant to happen. Abbie blinks as if this was a dream and I gawkily shift on my spot and run my hand through my messy hair.

‘Caesar, what are you doing here?’ She asks timidly.

‘I’m here to see you.’

Abbie just stares at me before helping her friend clean up the spilt water. When she stands up, her lips form a wry look as she asks from behind the bar ‘What do you want, Caesar?’

‘I want to talk to you,’ I say, feeling myself blush and feeling even more anxious. I need to see Abbie and talk things through to move on. I can’t go back with unfinished business; I need to talk to Abbie.

Abbie leans back against the wall and shakes her head, running her right hand through her hair, wondering what to say ‘You do like causing problems, don’t you?’

I smile ‘I don’t try to.’

‘Mmm, but you do.’

Abbie swishes her hair back behind her ears before saying ‘Vincent, I need to go on my break now.’

‘What? No, we’re starting in half an hour.’ He argues. If it was me, I would have shouted at him, but Abbie looks at him and says nicely ‘Please, I need to talk to my friend.’

‘Your friend?’

She nods ‘Yes, my friend. Now I’ll be back soon. Sorry about the water Tilly, I should have looked where I was going.’

Abbie then grabs her bag and coat before leading me out of the restaurant by my arm and outside to a set of gardens where there’s a bench which she’s leading me to.

‘What are you doing back here then, Caesar?’ She asks as she sits down on the bench. She looks at me with her questioning eyes and tilts her head slightly, wanting a clear, concise answer.

‘I needed to come back and see you.’

She starts to fidget with her fingers and asks ‘Why?’

‘You know why,’ is all I have to say

That sentence shoots right through Abbie as she quickly links her hands together and takes a deep breath before saying hoarsely ‘Why? Why the hell now, Caesar? Why have you chosen the week after my baby died to finally come back?’ She clenches her hands together and bites down her bottom ruby red lip. ‘Crap timing or what?’

‘I’m sorry.’ I say simply. I realise now that yes, my timing is probably very crap.

Abbie shakes her head and wraps her knitted scarf around her neck and loops it into a knot before saying. ‘What for?’ She asks. ‘For coming and seeing me?’

‘Well yes, that as well, but really for not supporting you after what happened and leaving like a coward.’ I say regretfully.

I wish I could have changed things. I wish I could have been a better person back then and stayed and helped, but even looking back on it, I’m not sure how I would have coped.

Abbie leans back on the bench then says ‘It’s been over a year, Caesar, why are you back now? Karma or something? What are you getting out of this visit except torturing me?’

‘I’ve never got over it.’ I say as I feel tears fall down my face. ‘I still think about what happened, most days in fact.’

Abbie looks up and says nothing for a few moments. She inhales and closes her eyes before replying ‘You weren’t going to have anything to do with us anyway. You told me you couldn’t raise the baby, so I don’t see why you are back now, Caesar. You didn’t want the baby. You have no reason to come back.’

‘I do; to say sorry and to see how you are.’

She rolls her eyes and says ‘I don’t need your apology, Caesar. It doesn’t help me.’

‘I shouldn’t have left you afterwards.’

She nods ‘You’re right, you shouldn’t have.’

‘But I couldn’t handle seeing you in pain. You looked so hurt, Abbie and that was my fault. You were heartbroken and I caused that.’

‘No, Caesar, it wasn’t your fault, stop blaming yourself.’ She says, as she focuses on a child with its parent in the distance.

‘It was, if I didn’t stress you out so much with knowing that you were going to raise the baby alone then you would have been fine; just please know I am sorry you lost the baby and I am so sorry you suffered.’

She ignores what I just said and says in reply ‘You never wanted children though.’

‘But you did. You were perfect, Abbie, you could have raised the baby perfectly well.’

Abbie then rests her head on her hands with her chestnut coloured hair cascading down her arms as closes her eyes, to prevent any tears from falling, she’s welling up now, I can see it in her face and hear it in her strained voice. Goodness knows how difficult this is for her.

‘What do you want from the visit, Caesar? Why are you back?’ She asks seriously.

‘I want you to know that I’m sorry and I want your forgiveness. I feel terrible about leaving you and what happened.’

‘But you did, Caesar! That’s the point! You did leave me! You can’t just come up here wanting me to forgive you, because I’m not the one to do that.’

I start to panic and say ‘But you need to. I…I can’t deal with the fact that I hurt you and caused you so much fucking trauma that you miscarried. I need your forgiveness.’

I can’t help but stand up as I start to feel the world close in on me. I hurriedly skim my hand through my hair and watch Abbie who is clenching her fists together as the word ‘miscarried’ shakes right through Abbie and she bites her bottom lip hard as I see her mentally reliving, against her own will, what happened that day.

She looks up and shakes her head ‘Do you know what would have been best, if you hadn’t come here today. I don’t know what the hell you want from me except to see me in pain and making me unnecessarily relive what happened. This time one year ago, I was miscarrying our baby and a few days later, you left me; the father of my baby and my boyfriend left me and you didn’t even have the decency to tell me, so why choose now to fucking come back up here and break me down again?’

I start to pace around at seeing Abbie once again in unbearable pain emotionally and beg ‘Please, Abbie, I am sorry about what happened and I know I shouldn’t have left you, but I couldn’t stick around. Believe me, I couldn’t. I had to get away from Cardiff.’

‘DON’T YOU THINK I WANTED TO GET AWAY, CAESAR? DON’T YOU THINK I WANTED TO, I DON’T KNOW, STOP MISCARRYING MY BABY! BUT I COULDN’T! I WANTED YOUR SHOULDER TO CRY ON, BUT YOU LEFT ME, CAESAR! YOU LEFT ME!’ She yells, throwing her arms up in pure anger. Abbie bites her bottom lip hard before standing up and walking off in the opposite direction.

I freeze for a moment, listening to every word she has just said before following after her.

‘Abbie, please, I’m not finished here,’ I finally say starting to run to catch up with her.

She turns back to me and takes a deep breath before she asks in despair, breathing deeply and shaking ‘Caesar, do you know what I want from you right now?’

I shake my head and she says ‘To leave me alone. Please. Leave me alone. I can’t deal with you now.’

She walks on but I’m not giving up. No way. We need to talk everything through. ‘Abbie, I mean it, I will fucking wait here until you leave your work tonight, you know I will. I need to talk to you more.’

‘ABOUT WHAT?!’ She screams.

I respond calmly because I have no other choice because I’m not arguing with Abbie. It’s not right considering what it would be over. ‘About how you felt, I need to understand and you need to understand how I felt. I want your forgiveness, I want us both to be able to understand each other and work through together what happened since I buggered it up last time. Please, Abbie, neither of us has moved on and I know I can’t unless I properly talk to you.’

Abbie taps her foot on her spot and looks to the sky before saying ‘Ok’ She takes another deep breath before saying ‘Ok, I’ll be back at one thirty.’

‘Thank you.’

VICTORIA’S P.O.V

I officially have tears in my eyes seeing how unhappy Abbie is, so much so she just shouted at him. I don’t know how I would cope with a miscarriage at any age, let alone being only 18 and on your own. I couldn’t quite hear what she said from the distance, but she’s now walking back to the restaurant alone.

Is it over? Have they sorted everything out? That argument looked pretty fiery. I thought she was going to hit him at one point.

I hide behind a tree and crane my neck out to see where Caesar is going. He’s just sitting there. Why?

It’s not over yet I’m assuming.

I walk back into the shopping centre and try and look for some toilets where I can quickly touch my makeup up and use the loos. I have to ask someone or else I really risk getting caught. I approach a friendly looking guy around my age and ask him where the toilets are. He directs me to the loos and I am thankful I am in safe cover.

I walk into the tiny toilets and look in the mirror unfortunately seeing that my eyes are tired and my face looks alabaster white. I apply some more blushed and more mascara and finally look presentable and lifelike again.

I check my phone and see I have a message from Caesar sent early this morning, reading ‘Hey Chick, I’ll see you later on, I love you lots xxxx’

My insides turn from the guilt and I rush into the toilets and heave up nothing. I am such a despicable girlfriend spying on Caesar like this. I gently touch the screen and tears drip down my face.

I hope he never finds out because so far I have found nothing incriminating about his meeting.

I go back to the garden feature, carefully checking that Caesar isn’t looking my way and sit down as I see Abbie walk outside the restaurant towards Caesar and him jumping up to see her…
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