Where mistakes may take you Part 2

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Now the kiss had confused Katie. She wasn’t a lesbian, she wasn’t even bisexual, but she could notice a women’s beauty and therefore appreciate it. Admittedly, she had formed a slight crush on Lucy during the short time she had known her, but that doesn’t mean she could go from being as straight as ruler to being either lesbian or bisexual… Could it? Katie entered her squalid apartment, barely big enough to accommodate a dog never mind a fully grown adult, but it was home. After spending the afternoon with Lucy, she seemed to have gained some Christmas spirit back in to her life… She no longer hated it, only disliked it. Finishing wrapping the last present she stood back to admire her work, “I still hate Christmas.” She muttered. Wrapping presents for four people shouldn’t have been this hectic, and with the meaning being the kiss preying on her mind had all in all made an emotional overload for Katie causing her to wash away her worries with copious amounts of Bailey’s and mince pies, feeling the buzz off the concoction immediately. The following days leading up to Christmas had all merged into one as Katie enjoyed her Christmas run up the only way she knew possible, by herself, but on Christmas Eve she had managed to get out of bed and decided to do something with her day which didn’t involve eating, drinking or a television. Walking out into the bitter weather, wrapped up like she was on an escapade to the Antarctic, Katie hugged her scarf around şişli escort her and set off to do something she had never done in her life. She was going to volunteer. Now, this wasn’t Katie’s forte, caring and everything; but it was for her mother and she decided she had better stop feeling so glum during a merry season and decided to try and make another life that tiny bit better, heck some of the people she’d help usually live on the streets that made her tiny apartment seem much grander than it were. Katie entered the shabby looking building expecting to see sorrow, heartbreak and the typical scrooge but she was greeted instead with the feeling of warmth and happiness, and enough Christmas cheer to rid anyone of their ‘humbuginess’. As she walked further into the great hall her ears were filled with he sound of laughter and music which made her frown disappear and a beautiful smile then graced her face. As she enjoyed the sound of happiness for a moment longer she decided it was time to get helping and made her way to help serve in the kitchen. When she entered the tiny kitchen she was practically attacked by the regulars of the volunteer centre who knew her mother and to offer their condolences, one of those volunteers being Katie’s Auntie Mary. When the two made eye contact there were no stopping the tears that began to fall. Katie’s mother was such a strong woman, and so alike her sister Mary, but when she was bitten escort şişli by the deadly curse of cancer she had decided it was time to hang up her boxing gloves and give in to the fight. That was 5 years ago at Christmas when Katie had lost her best friend and was the main reason she hated the holiday. While Katie shared a hug with her Auntie, she felt a warm presence enter the room, one she was familiar with. Then it hit her. Lucy couldn’t believe her eyes, how did Katie know Mary? And why were they crying and hugging? And why was Katie avoiding her? The questions began to reel until she got the jist from the other workers in the kitchen that Mary was in fact Katie’s auntie and her sister who sadly passed away was Katie’s mother. Her final question was still unanswered. “Well, this isn’t getting anything done is it?” Katie said to her Auntie whilst smiling and wiping her tears from beneath her eyes. “Not really pet, but I’m so glad you’re here. I thought it would be another Christmas that I didn’t see the only piece I have left of my sister.” Mary smiled and placed a gentle kiss on her niece’s forehead before kicking into action. “Right guys! Keep smiling and you know what to do. Watch out for Mr Roberts as he is a bit cheeky with the ladies.” That received a laugh from the kitchen staff and finally the kitchen was open to all the hungry and less fortunate. “Well aren’t you a pretty little thing.” Said an old man to Katie. “Why mecidiyeköy thank you, I’m guessing your Mr Roberts?” Katie replied with a cheeky smile. “Aye lass, I guess news about me travels fast ey? It’s amazing how much like yer mother you look dear, like a carbon copy.” Mr Roberts said. “Thank you; I really appreciate that Mr Roberts.” Katie smiled again, retrieving an escapee tear. “Call me Peter, and it’s no problem.” The old man smiled warmly before collecting his tray of food which consisted of a full Christmas dinner with an extra Yorkshire pudding, plus Christmas cake with extra brandy sauce. While the night continued and everyone was fed and shown to their bed for the night, Lucy was at bursting point ready to confront Katie about the kiss and the meaning behind it; it would eat away at her if she didn’t. “Katie, could I have a word?” Lucy asked, she saw Katie psychically tense before she relaxed again. “Sure, but erm… Could we go somewhere else? I don’t really want Peter overhearing and getting giddy.” Katie replied while trying to smile un-awkwardly. “I’d invite you to mine but I can’t think you’d want to be there, with me. Especially on Christmas eve.” Offered Lucy. “I’d love to, let me get my things and I’ll meet you outside.” Katie said before hopping off her stool to get her things, leaving Lucy feeling that tiny bit better about herself that she hadn’t completely ‘fucked it up’ with her. Katie exited the centre and walked towards Lucy who was apparently away with the fairies. “We gonna go now or on Christmas day ey?” Katie joked whilst nudging Lucy in her rib, running off in the distance. “Great way to act like nothing happened.” Lucy muttered as she smiled at Katie’s change in attitude.

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