Chapter Nine
"Jake, please tell me. Is it true what you said, about Justin and Becca?" Frankie asked, her eyes searching out for her son's gaze. The mug of coffee that she had made for him was sat on the table in front of them, untouched.
"I saw them, mum, Becca was kissing him on our bed, they were half-naked. It looked like they were going to…" he broke off, a tear slipping down his cheek. Images of Justin and Becca in bed filled his head constantly since he had found them together. Had she ever brought him back to their flat, to their bed before?
"She said they slept together at Christmas and that they love each other"
"Jake, its all right love" Frankie soothed, as she rubbed his arm. "You stay here, have a wash, whilst I just get the pub open. Jack will be back soon and then we'll talk, okay?"
Frankie watched as Jake stood up wiped his face with his sleeve and then disappeared out the door. A minute later, Frankie followed him out the door, down the stairs and to pay someone a visit.
"What are you trying to say, Frankie?" Liz retorted, irritated at her presence and of her accusations towards her son. She had always been protective over Justin, he was her little boy after all, and he was the baby of the family, her baby. Without his dad around, Justin had needed her more than ever. She always felt like she had to be mum and dad to Justin and the girls. However, as a mother to a now teenage boy, a boy who was growing up, she was acutely aware of her limitations.
"What I'm trying to say, Liz, is that your son has been sleeping with Becca. They've been having an affair. Jake saw them on the bed, kissing, naked. Want me to go on!" Frankie said, her voice becoming louder.
"Look where is he? Or her for that matter? Are they here?" Frankie asked, ignoring Liz's stunned silence. "I thought this is the first place they would come, hide themselves away in case Jake came back to the flat"
"They're not here alright, now do you mind? Russ can you leave please as well?" Sophie requested, not looking him in the eye. Silence followed as Frankie turned on her heel and left, with Russ following close behind. Sophie shut the door and turned to look at her mum, who was sat on the stairs, a look of horror etched on her face.
Becca opened her eyes slowly wondering if it had all been a dream. The body lying next to her on the sofa was all the evidence she needed to convince her that it wasn't. She sat up, rubbing her eyes, and brushing her hair off her face. Should she wake him or should she let him sleep. They had been sat up most of the night talking, talking about their feelings, about their future and about what to do now. They had briefly mentioned Jake but they both felt it was right to concentrate on them now. Becca knew how much she had hurt him but what choice did she have. She loved Justin and she couldn't keep pretending anymore, she couldn't keep pretending that he was just another pupil. Sometimes she felt ashamed about the amount of times she had thought about him in class, longing to touch him, to kiss him, to feel his body move against hers. But what could she do? She couldn't help how she felt.
A noise distracted her from her thoughts. She looked down to see Justin, his bright blue eyes staring back at her.
"Becca?" Justin murmured, still half asleep. His neck was stiff from where he had lay but that didn't matter, he was with Becca and that was all he cared about right now.
"Morning" Becca smiled tentatively, feeling nervous. She and Justin were no longer secret lovers, hiding away from the world, forced to hide their love. They could be together now, show the world their love and hope that Jake and the rest of the village could accept them for who they were. Two people in love, together forever.