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Aaron walked into the Barton kitchen. Adam turned around where he stood with his mother at the sink.

"Blimey, it can't be all over already!", laughed Adam.

Aaron tugged off the suit jacket and flipped it over his shoulder, "Errr...yeah it is...I'll go dump all this gear on your bed and i'll be off"

Moira flapped the teacloth his way, "Hey...you can't just breeze in here without a hello or a how are you...HOW rude"

Aaron glared at her, but Adam stood inbetween them, "Hey...everythings cool...Aarons just been to his Mums wedding and now hes off"

Moira tilted her head, "Oh? And how was it?"

Aaron shrugged at her, "So, so, I suppose"

Moira looked at Adam, "What's going on here?", Adam looked at Aaron, "...AM I MISSING SOMETHING?"

Aaron breathed out a sigh and then went up the steps to Adams room. Moira grabbed Adam before he could follow, "Ohhh no...I want to know what's going on..."

"There isn't anything going on"

"Oh yeah? Then WHY is he acting all shifty for? My god, if I haven't even have opened my mouth to speak, I think he would've completely ignored me"

Adam shook his head, "He's just having...some problems, that's all...he just needs to get off Mum, so please just keep it out of it, yeah"

Aaron stood on the stairs behind the door. He was listening. He screwed his face up, Adam had better not have said owt. He then opened the door and zipped up his leathers, "Right I'm off"

Moira turned back to the sink.

Adam followed Aaron out into the yard. They walked across the mud towards the motorcycle.

"Sorry about her...I never said owt to her...but she really wants to know what's going on"

Aaron put his gloves on and turned to him, "Yeah...well...thanks for not saying anything"

"I promised I wouldn't, didn't I"

Aaron slapped a hand over Adams shoulder and then cocked his leg over the bike to get it started.

Adam watched him rev up the engine and looked up, "You not gonna be sleeping rough again? Stay here if you want"

Aaron grabbed his helmet that hand been hanging on the handbar.

"What...stay here? In there? With her asking all them questions? No chance"

Adam dug into the pocket of his mucky green overalls, "Are you alright for money?"

Aaron looked at the 20 pound note his mate held up for him. Aaron licked his lips; but shook his head.

"I'm ok ta"

Adam swallowed, "Well you take care"

Aaron looked choked up, "DON'T! I can't deal with emotions at the minute"

And then slapping down the helmet visor, he sped off at speed to the end of the drive. He looked back at him once and then sped off down the lanes to god knows where.

Moira was sat at the table when Adam came back inside.

"He gone?"

"Yeah...you got the tea on?"

Moira shook her head, "Kira said she'd do it...Adam...what IS going on...why the rush?"

Adam forced out a chuckle, "well he's got a flight to catch..."

"Yeah...Spain wasn't it?"

Adam made himself a brew, "Yeah, I said...he's been working out there for six months"

Moira frowned, "I know it does rain in Spain sometimes, but the way he looks it must've been everyday..."

"Mum...leave it, please...it's not YOUR problem...it's not mine...it's his...but...I'm his mate and if he needs me, then I'll be there for him"

(Aaron hated the dark. Especially in this damp cell. And it WAS damp. He knew a thing or two about damp...of what he's learnt...he looked to the shadows of the ceiling...at least the shouting had stopped. Him down the hall. Psycho Phil. Hits everyone on sight.

Well, not him...if he tried to hit him...

At least he had a cell to himself. There was another bunk in the corner but it was unmade so no sign of a cell mate just yet. But if he had a choice, then Dave was a best bet.

He held out his fist infront of him...the cuts were healing now...he could feel them with his other hand in the darkness.

It was silent.

Strange...prisons were meant to be noisey, or was that just a myth?

SIX MONTHS...SIX FUCKING MORE MONTHS OF THIS!)

At the pub in Emmerdale, Chas Barton was removing her makeup. James was taking a shower. It had been a great day. The sun shone for them and the service went smoothly.

She turned from the dresser and smiled to herself. Life was good. Life HAD been good to her this year.

Stuff all the Gordons and the Carls and the Franks...James was for keeps and for a change not a complete and utter psycho.

She sighed. It was a shame Aaron had to rush off so quickly. She grabbed her phone from the side and scrolled down to his name and pushed call.

"Yeah what"

"Just checking that you are okay...after leaving so early...wish you could've stayed on for the reception"

"I had to go...look, Mum...now's not a good time...I'll text yah"

"Okay love...love you...be safe"

James came into the bedroom with a bathtowel around him, "That's me done"

Chas nodded and wiped away the tear, "Oh good...I just want to have a long hot soak"

On the hard shoulder of the M60, Aaron was sat on the verge with his phone in hand. His bike was parked up nearby. He looked up to the moon. It was good to see the moon again. He pocketed the phone and sighed. What was he going to do now? Go to Manchester? Liverpool? Blackpool...but that didn't seem right.

He laid back on the verge and closed his eyes. He reached for his cigs and lit one and puffed on it deep in thought.

He sighed again and pulled out his phone and scrolled down, the light of the phone reflecting his face.

He pressed call.

"Dave...it's Aaron Dingle...I might need to stay another night if that's poss...I tried going back but it's hard...even the excuse of it being Mums wedding day didn't help...cheers...see you in 5"

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