Blye, S Part 1. Chapter TwentyOne: A second tattoo

I hate myself! I hate myself! I totally hate myself!

Hetty gave me the day off, noticing how bad I was coping.

I got up around half ten, to notice that Deeks had gone to work and to find Monty laid out on the sofa.

I got changed into a black shirt, green chinos with brown braces atached and red converse trainers.

I sat on the sofa, eating a bowl of cherrios and watched Community, I scanned my phone before dialing the number that Nell had given me for the local tattoo artist.

"Hello, fighter's skin tattoo parlour" A young woman said on the reciving end.

"Hi, um I'd like to book an appoinment to get a tattoo" I sighed, picking up the peice of paper that I'd designed my second tattoo on.

"Is half one, today alright?" She asked.

I looked at my tattoo. It was Sammy's birth name all wrapped in a vine of roses and his birth date and death date. "Um yeah thats fine" I said, hanging up.

Time to get the six inch heels out

My phone rang. Henry

Shit!

I contonplated ignoring it, but I then realized that he would call me all day if I didn't answer.

"Honestly Harry, I don't have time for you right now" I sighed heavily.

"Sash, please just listen to me?" He pleaded.

"Fine you have adleast half an hour" I said, checking my watch to see when I needed to go to have my tattoo done.

He sighed deeply. "Sash, you know when I asked you "how would you feel if I said I loved you?"?"

"Yeeaah, go on"

"I do love you, Sammy knew, Jerry knew" He sighed, he went to talk but I cut him off.

"Wait, did you just say that my own brother knew that you loved me?"

I was stunned. Sammy knew all along that Henry loved me and didn't have the manly guts to tell me.

Great.

"Sammy knew, yeah. But he kept threatening me that if I ever hurt you, he'd come back to haunt me"

Now that Sammy was dead, I was wondering wheather he would come to haunt Henry, now he'd done this.

"But your forgetting that you have to face my big sister now, Henry"

"Damn!" He cursed, this caused me to laugh.

I stood outside the tattoo parlour with a tissue on my forearm, they thought I was 19.

Sucsess!

I took awhile to sink in, that I had my brother's name on my arm with his death date underneath.

Samuel Donald Blye

12.04.1990-7.05.12

This will never seem right.

Not in a thousand years.