"Hey! Hey Callum!" my boss shouted from under the car he was currently working under. It's been 15 years since I was let out of jail and my death sentence was terminated and I haven't seen Sephy since. How could she do that? Murder an innocent child, our child, to save my pathetic life. I mean nothing to this world. I'm a murderer, a kidnapper and a waste of space. I'm simply a stupid blanker bastard, nothing more.
"Yeah?" I replied, wiping my hands on a rag. I now work in a mechanics, fixing cars. Alf, my boss, and I have become pretty close. We share the flat above the garage and spend our nights watching football on our old, beaten up Television.
"Did you hear the news this morning?"
"No, why?" I frowned, wondering why the news and politics would be of interest to me. I'm keeping my head down, paying no attention to Politics or the outside world. I left the Liberation Militia the day I was set free and I had no intention of ever going back.
"Well, it turns out Kamal Hadley's daughter, Persephone, the one who ran away 15 years ago, has returned. Her parents have disowned her and she's living with a nought woman near the town centre. Do you want to know the best part? It turns out she has 14 year old twins, a boy and a girl, who are half nought, half cross!" I knew he was laughing at the thought, but I barely heard it. I tried to count backwards in my head, fitting the 9 months in and then 14 years. 14 years…half nought… 14 years. Holy shit. They were mine. I felt myself drop the tools in my hand, with the realisation of my words. She hadn't had an abortion. She had run away, from all her friends and family, from her entire life, to keep her children and me safe. Our children.
Without thinking about it, I walked over to the desk and grabbed my coat from behind the chair.
" Hey man, where are you going? You can't go wandering off in the middle of the afternoon, just 'cause you feel like it. You have a job to finish," Alf protested standing up and leaning against the car.
" I quit," I said calmly and walked out of my job for the second time in 15 years. I was going home.
A/N: ok sorry it's short I just wanted to put this down so you know what's going on before the real story starts! Woohoo!
This story is dedicated to one Lynette McGregor as my beta and the best writer in the Noughts and Crosses and Doctor Who section: love you Lynny!