This is my first Ashes to Ashes story! I hope you like it… Please read and review… It would help to know what I could do to improve, or if it's so bad stop writing it all together! Loves to you all. Hollie xxx
Ashes to Ashes – Cold Hands, Warm Heart
Prologue
His eyes followed her as she climbed the stairs to her flat, wishing that he was behind her, following her to his destiny.
"Shit!"
"Gdje svi Pakao am Ja? Where the Hell am I?"
"It's alright love."
"Just stay calm darlin'"
"Gaz, what the Hell happened?"
"Shut it! This isn't down to me!"
"Get Dope on the phone! Now!"
The walk to her flat felt long and lonely, if only she wasn't going alone.
"He's not picking up!"
"I am not having a stiff on my slate. Sort this out Gaz!"
"No fucker's gon' die!"
"We can't take her anywhere! We'll get nicked!"
"Just shut up, I can sort this out!"
"You'd better do! I am not going down for this!"
"Shut up, Bitch. You know nothing! You are nothing!"
"Leave it out! We need to get this shit out now!"
"STOP!"
As he looked at the world through the bottom of the glass, he saw something was missing, but it was there. He just needed to grab it while it was there, because he didn't know how much longer he would have. Neither did he know how to grab hold of it.
"What the fuck, Bitch!"
"Do we even know who this one is?"
"We never fucking know! It's easier that way."
"I recognise her though?"
"You don't recognise your own fucking face, Bitch."
"He's right, I recognise her too."
"She's in a picture somewhere."
"Right now she's fucking unconscious on the floor! With seventy five grand's worth of Heroin in her tits! Now we need to get it out of her!"
"Oh shit!"
"What now!"
As she opened the door to her flat, she looked around her, one mug in the sink, one cushion flattened on the sofa, one toothbrush in the bathroom… one side of the bed slept in. Her heart sank, praying that he would fill the gaps in her life.
"It's Caela!"
"Fuck it!"
"Quick! Gary, do whatever, just get the Heroin and make her live!"
"Oh for the love of God, we can't operate here! She'd get an infection and even more fucked."
"Do it, Gary!"
"I don't need this, I'm off. This isn't worth my time anymore!"
"So you want me to tell Dope that you murdered his girlfriend."
"Just get me the fucking knives."
He looked down at the empty seat beside him, praying that it wasn't, hoping that he could have left two empty seats, in lieu of a warm flat, comfy sofa, a bed full of love and compassion.
"There you are my beauties!"
"One's broken, that's why she's fucked up."
"Bitch, come get these out."
"Right, yeah."
"The only pair of tits he's ever seen!"
"Oh shut it and leave the kid alone."
"And what makes you think you can do this now? 'Eh? You ain't even a real doctor."
"Don't even go there, Wretch."
As she lay down on her bed, she rolled over to face the empty side, the pillows that have never been slept on, hoping that one day, they would hold the man she dreamt of.
"You stupid bastards! Not now, we need to save her!"
"Well as soon as Bitch stops staring and hurries the Hell up getting our Heroin, we'll get out of here."
"What, and leave Caela?"
"Yeah."
"Fuck that! We need to save her! For Dope."
"Then hurry the Hell up before the cops find out."