Ok, there are flashbacks in this so don't get confuzzled. I am sick with tonsilitis and I'm updating (About bloody time).
Thanks for those of you who've stayed along with this, I really apreciate it.
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Loves.
"Hurry Howard, hurry!"
Vince could feel the back of his crinkled skirt flick upwards in the wind, exposing his curved behind. There was a wolf whistle and laughs from a group of boys that sat on an old cobble wall, Vince groaned and gripped Howard's shoulder tight as he turned his feet around and gave them the middle finger just before they rounded the corner.
"Fuck you!" He screamed over the wind that smacked hair in his face, Howard laughed and pedalled faster as he flew through down the path and into London Park.
"Move out of the way!" Vince screamed to a middle aged couple up ahead as they moved to the left and onto the grass, only seconds before Howard and Vince sped on the gravel path they just stood on.
Howard knew where he was going, he'd seen Vince walking home too many times to forget. He took in a well needed breath, looking up at the sky to see small birds dart in and out of giant tree branches littered with red and green leaves. The river was full of ducks and swans, all swarming around a little girl armed with a loaf of bread in her tiny hand. The world was a different place, the colours were brighter and the sounds were louder.
He was six again.
He stood on the end of a bike, laughing and squealing.
"Faster Harry! Go faster!" Howard squealed through a mouth missing two front teeth, giggling harder when the wind pushed against his faster. His brown hair blows in the wind, little hands holding tightly onto his brothers back.
Harry is eight, his hair is dirty blonde and his eyes are brown like Howards. He's riding his bike, it's still too big for him but he rides it anyway.
"Look Mum! Look at us!" Harry yells at his Mother, she laughs and runs her fingers through her blonde hair. Her blue eyes are shining like diamonds.
They're her sons.
Hers, no-one elses.
Before she knows it they come crashing into her arms, Howard crying and Harry talking so fast his words are a jumble. Their Mother knows no words are needed, she hugs them on the grass as they cry, bike wheel slowly coming to a halt from where it lay on its side from the crash.
"HOWARD!"
Vince was holding on by his fingertips, gripping desperately at Howards jacket, the blurred ground coming closer and closer.
"I'm going to fall!" Vince cried, he could feel the bottom of his shoes sliding off the metal of the bike. Howard jammed the brake down, wheels skidding, rubber burning on the gravel. He could feel his brain rattling in his head when the bike came to a sudden stop, his torso being pushed over the handlebars at the impact. He steadied himself, trying to keep strong after seeing her brother in what he thought was a dead memory. Vince was thrown off the bike and tumbled along the gravel as it pierced his skin like salt to a wound. He could feel fire burning through his arms and legs, it felt like he was being ripped apart by dogs. He tried to move but he just couldn't. The world went dark in Vinces eyes, and he's on that cement ground again and his nose is bleeding and his clothes are torn.
Vince is covered in blood.
It was the worst beating yet, he knows his nose is broken, he felt the cartilage crunch under David's foot. His arm is bent the wrong way, he feels like a rag doll that's been thrown around by mean kids. He's lying behind the science block, smokers block, trying to get up but his legs and arms won't work. He's crying tears of blood, yet when they touch his lips their salty.
He calls out to someone, anyone to help him.
No-one comes.
It's getting dark, it's started to rain and Vince still hasn't moved. Nobody asks were he is, nobody cares.
He knows someone will come, someone has to.
He can't stay out here all night, that wouldn't happen to him, that only happens to drunks and drug addicts, Vince hasn't done anything wrong.
This can't happen to him.
But it does.
No-one came.
A memory pushed to the back of Vinces mind was back, it made tears come to his eyes. But he made his limbs work, he stood like a new born deer and fell into Howards open arms.
He was stronger now.
"You ok?" Howard asked, rubbing pain filled tears off Vinces cheeks.
"Let's go" Vince said, looking into Howards eyes and seeing they were tear strained.
"Howard..." Vince could help, he wanted to help Howard. He wanted to help Howard like Howard had helped him.
"Lets go"
"But-"
"Now, please"
Howard turned and got on the bike, Vince sighed and got on too, and they were off again speeding down the backroads and alleys until they came to a group of flats.
It was the typical grubby flats, surrounded by rubbish bins and cats and their constant litters. The bike stopped, Howard threw it to the ground; not caring about the paintwork or handlebars.
Harry was never coming back.
He ran after Vince who limped as fast as he could, Howard coming up behind him and picking him up in his arms and ran faster. Vince wasn't that heavy, Howard could've laughed at how much he weighed.
"Which staircase?" Howard panted as they burst through the main entrance, Vince pointed to the one on the left, and they were off again.
Howard felt like he was falling apart, the bolts that kept him together slowly unscrewing. He wanted to stop but he kept running.
"Howard, put me down, we're almost there-"
"No! I'm not letting you go!"
Howard knew Vince was all he had left, Vinnie seemed far away now.
Gideon's flat was just down the hall, but it seemed miles away. Howard couldn't take it anymore, he collapsed like an old war horse and lay on the lint covered carpet. He tried to move for Vince, but he just couldn't. Vince beant down to tend to him, brushing stray sweaty curls from his face.
"Go" he croaked. "I'll get there, I'm not sixty years old" Vince gave him a smile, and ran.
He could almost hear his parents screeches, feel his hair being pulled and his skin being broken by glass and stones. He could smell the paint on his artworks being burned, he could smell his salty tears.
Closer, closer, closer.
He stopped at the door and grasped the door handle, and wondered for a brief moment if he should just turn around.
It might be too late.
But then again, it might not...
He barged through the door that was unlocked, Gideon sat at the table with the phone in her hand and got up just as Vince tumbled in her arms. They fell to the floor, tears running down both their faces.
Tears of knowing how close you were to losing what you love.
Tears of not knowing if your loved one is alive.
"You said you'd call me!" Gideon screamed in the anger and relief. "I didn't have their number! I waited and waited, I thought you'd been killed or raped!"
"I'm sorry" Vince sobbed softly into her shoulder. "I'm so sorry" But then he remembered Howard, weezing and coughing in the hall.
The boy who changed his life.
The boy he loved.
This meant he'd have to explain to Gideon, and to explain one thing you had to explain another until the whole truth was known. Vince wanted to keep last night a secret, but he knew he had to tell her.
Vince walked down the hall and there he was, leaning against the wall panting. He smiled as he saw Vince grinning.
And he started grinning too.
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