Okay, before you start reading i have something to say;dear JFR09 who left this charming review;
Ew that's nasty, you made all the characters homos.
bad story
I don't mind that you don't like the story, but your review was kinda...uh, crappy. Not to mention that i think it was very cowardly of you not to leave a signed review so tat I could reply to you personally, and not be forced to resort to a public scolding of your poor skills of observation. You say my story is bad, and the only comment you leave is Ew that's nasty, you made all the characters homos., indicate that that is the reason you dont like the story. If you have something against gay people, you should not have read the story. Don't tell me you didn't know it was coming considering the summary is as follows;
Nick Hume is having an affair behind his wife's back – with Billy Darley of all people. Nick knows Billy loves him, and would do anything for him. Nick doesn't care.
I really don't mind if you didn't like it, but for fucks sake, give me a better reason, or better yet, keep your homophobia to yourself. It's not welcome. Now, to the rest of you lovely readers. Nest installment in the Heart Break Series.
Joey walked up the grassy path to the Hume family's door. He rubbed his hands across his face, mustering up the courage to knock on the door.
He heard a woman calling 'just a sec' inside the house. Joey was in no hurry. He was met with a blinding smile that faded the very instant the woman laid eyes on him. He shifted uncomfortably, "uh, could I speak with….Nick? – Please." He added hurriedly, remembering the scarce amount of manners his brother had taught him.
"You?!" she sneered at him in distaste, "What are you doing in my home??
"I…" Joey stammered, "I need to speak with Nick, please. It's important."
The woman sneered at him, "I doubt he wants to speak with you." She looked at the boy standing in front of her. He had dark hair, standing up in every direction, deep green eyes, his skin was pale and he looked like he hadn't been sleeping for days. She realised, Joey Darley might be 23, but he was still just a boy, thrown into an adult world far too early. "Fine," she sighed, "I'll get him. Come on in."
Joey kicked off his shoes as he entered the hallway. It was a beautiful house; white walls, dark floors and high ceilings. He followed the woman into the kitchen. She gestured for him to sit down by the table.
Hannah winched as he sat down on Brendan's spot. "So…what is it you want to talk with my husband about?"
Joey bit his lip, "It's my brother... he…" Joey felt the tears well in his eyes, and he wiped them away in anger, "the doctors are turning the machines off tomorrow and Billy wanted Nick to be there if he…." Joey trailed off and turned away.
Hannah could see that the tip of his nose turned pink and his eyes were already sore from crying. "Oh…"
"His body is just shutting down….they said there is nothing wrong with him….said that when a mans anguish is great enough, the body turns on itself….said he's dying of a broken heart…there is nothing they can do…"
"Wow, that's….that's….odd." Hannah replied, completely lost for words.
"Yeah, no shit." Joey snorted, "He's been more of a father to me than our father ever was…and tomorrow he's gone…what the fuck am I gonna do now?" he sighed, "I don't know what Wallis told you, but I'm not so keen on the Gang Lord gig and the guys are expecting me to step up after him…."
"Well, you're twenty-three." Hannah said, earning an odd look from Joey, "It's time to chose your own path. You got a second chance when you didn't go to prison for what you did to my son. However pissed I am because of that, I don't want you to waste your chance. Make something of yourself." Hannah said.
"I know it's not worth shit…but I'm sorry…and I'm sixteen, not twenty-three."
Hannah stared at him. The boy sitting in front of her wasn't even out of high school…she heard the front door opening and closing, meaning Nick was home.
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The next day the entire MOD crew was standing around Billy's bed. Hannah Hume had psyched herself up to come, for some reason. If this man had been a friend of her husbands, there had to be a piece of good in him, right?"
"He said he would come." She said quietly to the teen standing next to her….
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Nick's hear froze as he entered the sterilized hospital room and heard the deafening silence of Billy's missing heart beat. He'd missed it.
"You turned it off already?" he asked numbly.
Hannah shook her head, "No, his heart failed…" she felt so odd crying for the older brother of the boy that killed her son, but looking at the expression on her husbands face, she knew he wanted to cry to.
Nick walked over to the bed and laid his hand on Billy's heart. He frowned as he saw black ink showing through the thin hospital gown. Billy didn't have a tattoo there. He moved the collar of the paper thin fabric, hardly believing his eyes as he took in the sight of his name written in beautiful cursive wring, inked permanently into the pale skin. "Billy…." Sadly, and with a great deal of regret, he kissed Billy's still slightly warm forehead.
The instant his lips touched his skin, the room was filled with a steady beeping sound.
When Nick looked down, he saw bleary green eyes flutter open,
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A/N; so what do youthink? glad i didn't kill him off?
