A/N I wasn't actually going to update this, but I got asked to, so here it is.. Sorry it took so long I've had exams this week:(. Don't kill me if its bad, I just really can't think of how to get it to the end part:3 I'm guessing this story is going to be like 4/5 chapters, so hang on:)
Phil couldn't begin to imagine how great it must feel for Ben to be back away from all of the cowards that got caught. Shirley wasn't right though, Phil doesn't know many things, but he knows how to read people, he knew Shirley had a problem with Ben.
Shirley couldn't hold it in much longer either, how could she be living in the same house as the boy who killed her best friend, her Heather? She decided that she would have it out with Phil, and make him decide between them, but what if she lost, no, he'll pick her.
She went downstairs to find them sitting around the breakfast table in the kitchen, the kitchen Shirley decorated before this all started. "You alright Shirl" said Ben, "Yeah fine" she replied sharply. "Look me and dad made you breakfast" Ben pointed out, even though it was obviously. "Don't want it" She snapped, left the house and slammed the door.
That lasted a while, Shirley thought, trying to be normal, I just walked out of my own house! She marched in to the Queen Vic to see the happier than life Alfie, that didn't match with Shirley's mood, she knew she would snap. She did. Glasses flew across the room, not her own, but other people's, from Shirley's hand, straight over the bar.
She ran out and in to the minute mart, grabbed a bottle of vodka, payed, walked out and drank. What she was about to do next, wasn't what she wanted, but what the drink wanted.