Here's a short reprieve from the drunken action you have read about so far…
Much dropped Will and Allan off an Allan's, Will seemed irritable and tired. Allan spoke briefly to his parents, as they left to go to a party then went to the kitchen and brought out some rum and a large bottle of coke. They opened the window and let Tom and Luke in. Allan watched Will closely, noting his restlessness and at time confusion. Will was a smart kid all right, just misguided he sighed joking round with his brother and Luke as Will watched on looking all confused. Later on Robin called, practically screaming down the phone. "HOUSE PARTY TOMMORROW. My parents have buggered off for a weekend away screw. Come over know if you want for the night before party you know!" Allan grinned, knowing they were in no state to walk to the other side of Locksley this late, Will was looking a little green.
"Nah, we'll be round in the morin' o'ryt."
Allan pushed the two younger boys out then slumped on his bed. "This stuff is messing you up Will, what is it your taking exactly?" He was met with silence from Will. "I know your taking something, I've seen it Will, now tell me, so I can help you…" Will just turned round looking all hurt and confused. Allan pulled him into his chest, sshing Will as his body was wracked by sobs. He held on tight, knowing how out of control Will must feel, he had always been so strong and silent yet here he was now all out of control and hurt. He pulled him in closer, waiting for the sobs to die down. He breathed in his scent, the feel of his lanky body in his arms.
"I… I… I…" He was begging to breath hard now, tears streaming down his face, he felt no shame, he had never cried, even as he had designed her tombstone, as he had sat with Allan in the middle of Sherwood knowing they were lowering her cold body into the earth, that he'd never see her again. He had watched his family fall apart slowly. His father broke down one night, losing his hand when he slipped with a heavy sawing machine. He had cleaned up the blood, he had pulled Luke close and let him cry, he had driven his father, passed out in the back to A&E, he had worked, cooked and cleaned, for his father to come back and pretend noting was wrong, to ignore his sons grief so he could live in his dream world.
The he had lost it. His father had no comfort for him, his brother was beginning to follow him to the world were nothing was wrong. Everyone had cried, now, weeks afterwards they smiled and laughed. No one had ever tried to help him except for his friends. That was who he looked out for now. He couldn't give a damn for anyone else except him, them and Luke. It was him against this world, and he couldn't win. At first he had just hung out with Allan and his mates, drinking a little, for fun, then he had begun to rely on it. It made the pain go away, but now he had moved on to something a bit stronger.
Allan simply patted him on the back. His friend had unlike him never needed words. He understood from those eyes, they way he shook, and the terror in his face. He couldn't grin to him now. No, not now, his family was dysfunctional, but Will, his family was a shattered wreck where his life used to be. He pulled him close again, letting him grieve for the lady who had brought him into this cold, uncaring world, and left him alone far to soon.
I tried so hard to stop this getting slashy… t'was a little but meh. I tried
Bless little William's cotton socks huh? I hurt him so much
In this story:-3
R&R for Potatoes & Crème Eggs!
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