Chapter 6.
"Get out." Sheelagh said coldly.
"Oh come on, don't be unreasonable," Des said, still smiling falsely. "I only wanted to see you again."
"Get out." Sheelagh repeated, just as coldly. Des sighed.
"Well, I'll just have to go to plan B then. I really didn't want to have to Sheelagh." Des reached inside his jacket and pulled out a handgun. Sheelagh sharply inhaled. "Come on, we're going for a walk." Des dropped the false friendliness act.
"Where we going?" Sheelagh asked, her voice calm. Des warned Patrick about calling the police then took Sheelagh out of the house before answering her question.
"The river." He said.
"Why?" Sheelagh was generally confused.
"Because I want to, anyway I like it down there."
"Are you going to shoot me?" Sheelagh eyed the gun nervously.
"I hope it won't come to that." Sheelagh could tell he was telling the truth.
They walked in silence until they got to a quiet bit of the river. Des sat down on the grass near to the river and motioned to Sheelagh to sit down next to him. He still had the gun in his hand so Sheelagh did as he asked.
"Don't you just love it here?" Des asked, it was a rhetorical question and he went straight on. "It's so quiet, no-one knows you're here and when it's a clear night you can see the stars." Sheelagh kept quiet, eyeing the gun nervously. They sat in silence for a couple of minutes. Des sighed. "Come on." He stood up then grabbed her arm and pulled her up also.
"Where are we going?" Sheelagh asked. Des sighed again.
"Don't you get tired of asking that?" he asked. He linked his arm through hers and put his gun back in his pocket. He didn't answer her question as he led her to a gloomy bit of town. Sheelagh didn't recognise this part of town. She almost fell as Des started dragging her faster up some stairs. He got a key out of his pocket and unlocked the front door to a flat. He pushed her in roughly and stepped in after her. Out of the living room came the bloke from the restaurant. Sheelagh didn't recognise him.
"Thanks Benji." Des said from behind Sheelagh.
"No problem boss." Benji replied. Benji pushed past Sheelagh and left the flat. Des closed the door behind him then turned to Sheelagh, who was watching him.
"Just you and me now Shee. Just like the old times." Des smiled sickly.
"It's nothing like the old times." Sheelagh said quietly. Des led her into the living room and sat her down on one of the dog-eared sofas.
"Why isn't it?" he asked, sitting down next to Sheelagh and relaxing back into the sofa, putting his arms over the back of the sofa. Sheelagh sat tensely upright.
"Because then I was with you because I wanted to, now you've forced me here." Sheelagh's voice was barely above a whisper. "What do you want with me?"
Des leaned forward before answering. "I want to sleep with you again," his lips curled aggressively, "and you're going to enjoy it." He growled.