Wicksy's return
Hello people, here is an EastEnders fanfic based around Carol and David, hope you like it, please review or comment if the mood takes you, thank you so much for your ongoing support!
Chapter one
Wicksy's return.
The air was cold, the night was bright, David sat at the wheel of his brand new motor, his eyes fixed on the front door of Carols house. The house he once lived in with her, he wondered what was going on behind that door.
Was she missing him like he was missing her? Was this a mistake? Should he have come back?
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a letter, a letter he had wrote only three days before, it was one of many, he was never good with words, writing down his feelings was never his thing.
It explained how he couldn't live without her, how he longed to hold her, to be near her, how all roads led back to her.
He read it through once more and slipped it into an envelope, he let a tear fall from his eye, sniffing a few times he wiped his face, he just didn't have the bottle to post it...
Now he was back in the square would Carol approve?
He rested his head on his hand, closing his deep dark irresistible eyes he couldn't help letting his emotions go.
He sat crying, crying for Carol, for forgiveness, he knew he could have done more, stayed around, begged maybe...
Staring at that house sent shivers down his spine, his mother died in that place, his family, his life lived there.
He admitted to himself when his mother died, that this was where he belonged, this is where his life would end. In the square. He in visioned himself on his death bed, Carol cradling him, being with him for every moment, until his last breath.
He wanted to die in her arms, his love for Her was to strong now, he couldn't stay away...
He took in a sharp breath as he sealed the envelope and got out the car.
Posting the letter he felt afraid, what if she didn't even bother to read it?
She might see his handwriting and rip it to shreds, he should never have left, mind you it would be a shame to let those tickets to Florida go to waste..
He drove around the corner with tears rolling down his face, why did he let her just push him away?
He should have stayed, refused to listen to her maybe.
But there was no point dwelling on it now, what's done was done, why break the habit of a lifetime? His speciality was running away, why disappoint everyone?
He pulled up in a quiet spot not far from the square, nobody should disturb him here.
He dragged himself out of the drivers seat and went to the boot of the car, pulling out a blanket he slammed the boot and got in the back seat.
It was cold, freezing in fact, covering himself up he dried his eyes and began to plan his next move...
6.30am David was awoken by the innocent chirps of the birds singing in the surrounding trees, "oh shut the fuck up!" He groaned "Demon birds".
He winced as he sat up, unfortunately he had fallen asleep in a very awkward position, sleeping in the back of a car definitely wasn't for him!
He caught a glimpse of himself in the rearview mirror "oh god" he muttered running his hand over his stubble.
Mission one find somewhere to get washed, he couldn't face Carol looking like he'd been dragged through a hedge backwards.
He headed to a nearby hotel and got washed in the toilets, chuckling to himself he questioned why he hadn't just booked himself in here the night before.
Looking at himself in the mirror he winked "right Wicksy, time to make things happen" he muttered slipping on his black suit jacket.
He didn't actually know what reaction to expect from Carol and the kids, but he was sure deep down they would all be pleased to see him, he ran his hand through his hair taking in a deep breath, perhaps if he kept telling himself that his shock return would be welcomed with open arms he might start believing it.
He stood for a few moments mulling the situation over, deciding to be reckless rather than cautious he headed back to the car, his plan was to just stroll into the cafe and place an order, act like he had never been away, it was still early morning, but it was as black as midnight, he saw small spots of rain had began to bounce of the cars windscreen.
He drove slowly back to the square, no one around apart from a few early birds setting up their market stalls for the days work, he soon spotted Carol making her way to the cafe, he suddenly became shaken, this was ridiculous, he knew he was the last person she would want to see "I can't do this" he grumbled trying desperately to hold back the tears that were welling in his deep dark eyes.
"Oh fuck it, pull yourself together man!" He snapped at himself boldly pulling himself out of the car "I'm going to do this" he confidently took a few steps towards the cafe.
"Excuse me sir" came a voice from behind him, David spun round, only to be confronted by a traffic warden "you can't park here" the man continued, a smug look upon his face.
David grunted and glared at the man, he must have been in his seventies "someone got out of the wrong side of the coffin this morning" he spat plonking himself back in the car and setting off looking for somewhere else to park, the very large penny that was heavily growing was finally beginning to drop, he shouldn't be here, he should have stayed away.
Parking up he was slightly starting to lose the will to live, this was to much stress for him, he'd spent the night cooped up in the backseat of his car, woke up feeling as stiff as a corpse, had to wash in a hotels toilets like a posh tramp now just as he was about to confront Carol some fucking coffin dodger tells him he has to move his car!
Pulling himself out of the car for a second time he slammed the door in anger, he then began preparing himself for his big entrance.
Approaching the cafe he could feel his heart rate speed up, he was getting breathless, he let one last mouthful of air into his lungs before entering.
Carol was stood with her back to the door, slaving over a hot sizzling pan of sausages, David smiled to himself and leaned on the counter patiently waiting for her to turn round, it seemed to take forever, it felt like his whole life was resting on what her reaction was.
"David" came Ian's voice "your back?"
"Ian" spluttered David not sure what to say, the two men stared blankly at each other for what seemed like hours.
"What the fuck are you doing here!" Interrupted Carol, one hand on her hip, the other holding a spatula.
Ian quickly made his excuses and disappeared from sight.
"Hello darling" said David with a smile.
"Don't you darling me! What do you want?" She questioned through clenched teeth.
David fiddled with a menu before suggestively answering "I'm not sure what I want is on the menu"
Carol narrowed her eyes "get out!" She shrieked proceeding to attack him with the spatula "you worthless piece of shit! Go and crawl back under your stone! Your not welcome here!" She continued hitting him until he was outside, the square was quiet, he could feel all eyes were on him and Carol.
"Stay away from me!" Yelled Carol slapping him hard round the chops then giving him a hard shove causing him to fall backwards and land on a pile of bin bags.
"Carol please" whimpered David surprised at her irate reaction to his presence.
"I don't want to see you, I don't want to know you" she wailed stomping back in the cafe, the smell of burnt sausages was emanating from the place.
"Your sausages are burning!" Shouted David dragging himself out of the trash and turning his attention to the glaring eyes watching him "shows over" he growled brushing himself down and heading back to his car, this hadn't gone as well he'd hoped.
Time for plan B...
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