Chapter Eight
"Justin? What about Justin?" Sophie asked, confused.
"Well" Russ stuttered again. This was harder than he thought. He knew he was confusing her, but how was he supposed to tell her something like this?
"Last night Jake Dean said something in the pub about Justin…about Justin and Becca Dean". Russ paused, waiting for Sophie's reaction.
"What about Justin and Becca? And can you please get on with it as I have things to do and mum will be out of the bath soon" Sophie remarked.
"Okay. He said that…"
BANG. The loud noise coming from the direction of the front door caused Russ to pause and for Sophie to sigh in despair.
"I bet that's Mel, drunk again as usual. I bet she's forgotten her key"
As Sophie opened the door, an unexpected figure pushed past her, almost knocking Sophie off her feet.
"Excuse me. What…"
"Where is he?"
"What? Who? Justin?" Sophie stammered, glancing over at Russ. She sensed that he knew the reason for this unexpected visit.
"Yes, your brother. I want some answers from him."
"Answers about what?" Again, she looked over at Russ, whose eyes were now firmly fixed on the floor.
"You don't know do you? Your brother has been sleeping with my son's wife!" Frankie said, her voice rising at the mere thought of Becca's betrayal of her son.
"What? Justin and Becca?" Suddenly she realised what Russ had been trying to say before they were interrupted.
"Jake just told me everything…" she trailed off as her eyes glanced at a figure coming down the stairs.
"Frankie? Russ? Sophie? What's going on?" Liz enquired, her eyes darting between all three of them, trying to gauge their reactions.
"It's nothing, mum" Sophie stammered. She didn't want mum to hear it from Frankie Dean, of all people.
"No, I think Liz has got every right to know what her precious little boy has been getting up to…" she paused before finishing her sentence, "…with his teacher"