Hey if people are reading this please give me pointers on how to make them better. This is the first one I have ever done.
Will I ever know?
Kat's pov:
As I woke, I turned my body round as I sat up, to dangle my legs over the edge of the bed. I remembered the hurt Alfie and I caused on our mission to get the pub back before Phil sold it on to the Carters. It was a warm night, a warm summer's eve, especially for Walford. In Walford there was always usually a death like chill about. A ghastly thing, constantly putting you on edge, but Gran always thought that it was better that way, expecting the worst that is. I stood up to go into the kitchen; the migraines had got worst since Jean left. Jean would make them go away, just her shear presence made everything better. We fought but it was easy to make up with her. As I left the room I saw the clock and realised that this was the first time that I had ever been up at six.
Alfie's pov:
As I abruptly got out of bed disturbed by Kat showering, I noticed the date, it was Jean's birthday. It had been two years since Jean last made any contact with any of the Slater family; she said that it was her way of dealing with the bi-polar. Kat always took it quite personally.
As I made my way out of the kitchen and in to Tommy's I heard crying coming from the bathroom, it was just about audible above the shower.
I called out "Kat, um…you alright love, c…can I come in" her quick reply almost overlapped with mine "yeah, yeah…I'm fine" she spat out.
Despite her denial I opened the door anyway to see her a blubbering mess on the white tiled floor.' I sat down on the floor next to her and wrapped my arms round her.
I whispered into her ear "hey, hey don't cry I'm sure she's fine and will be in contact soon"
"Will she, will she, will I ever know if she is or isn't ok"