This is my first go at publishing fan fiction so I'm sorry if it isn't great. I know I'm not the best writer so I couldn't really capture the way the characters talk.
During his time away he had done a lot of thinking about his past and about the people that really mattered. And for the first time since he was a youngster he just wanted be to be honest with the people that he loved, they needed to understand why he became the monster he was now.
His mind was set he was going to tell them everything, all the things he swore he wouldn't tell anyone. But as he got closer to the Hollyoaks village he started to worry; what if they didn't believe him or they think it was his fault? Once he parked his car he pulled out his phone and sent a text to Ste.
I need to talk to you. B
When? What about?
Meet me outside Chez Chez at 6pm. I can't tell you over text but don't worry Cheryl will be here.
Ok c u later
Right one done he just had to tell Cheryl now and then there was no going back; he had to tell them.
Brendan paced around the street whilst Cheryl watched him with a concerned look on her face. She saw Brendan breath a sign of relief when Ste finally walked around the corner.
"Alright what's this about? Doug ain't happy with me being here."
"I need to tell ye both something that I should've said a long time ago. But not here, I can't tell ye here, I need to be there."
Ste looked across at Cheryl worried about the way Brendan was acting. He was refusing to look in their general direction and was talking extremely quick. He made his way over to his car and they both followed him sliding into the back seats. For most of the journey they just watched him closely noting the way he seemed so stiff, clutching the steering wheel like his life depended on it.
"What's wrong with him?" Ste whispered.
"I don't know, he came home this morning and has been like this since."
"Did you find out where he got off to?"
"No, it's hard to get anything out of him, you know that."
Their conversation ended when the car stopped and Brendan got out still not saying a word to them.
"Bren, what are we doing here?"
He ignored her and carried on walking down the beach a steely expression on his face.
"Where are we?"
"Our Nana's holiday home."
Brendan stopped outside the burned down house a look of disgust on his face. He stood there for a while just looking before a single tear fell down his face.
"I just need you both to understand."