Bit of a short one this time, but it does give you a glimpse into the depravity that my mind comes up with, and what could be in store for a certain character. Plus, I don't exactly know when my next update will be – I have a tonne of coursework to do and very little time to do it in. I shall try my hardest though. If you review?
It was Monday and Gene's first day working at the mechanics. A fact that Vicky was so glad of. They had spent all weekend in each other's company, slowly irritating one another until they burst. And burst they did. They had an explosive argument that came about from nothing major at all. Vicky argued that Gene did absolutely nothing around the house and that he just demanded that he be waited on. Gene retorted back that Vicky had been following him around like a shadow every time he stepped foot into the house. It ended with Vicky feeling upset and angry, locking herself away in her room to be away from him, whilst Gene stormed out and not returning until midnight smelling like a brewery and talking absolute gibberish.
She'd managed to avoid him all weekend, until he came back from work for the day at half 6. Covered in oil, mixed in with a glow of sweat. He headed straight towards his room, had a shower and got changed. She'd asked him if he wanted anything to eat and he'd mumbled that he was running late for the meeting with Ray at the pub. Then he just left again without saying anything else. Leaving her sat on the sofa silently looking at the front door.
That was four hours ago, and Vicky was waiting for him to return so she could find out what was happening back at CID. She was flicking through the four channels to stop her from clockwatching and to take her mind off the fact that she was starting to miss a certain someone. There was nothing left for her to do. Ever since their argument, Gene had been a lot more considerate towards her and wasn't demanding that she do all of the cooking and cleaning - just the majority of it.
She just turned the tv off, stood up and was about to give up and go to bed when Gene came through the door, looking paler then usual and sat down on the sofa.
'So? What's the news from the station?' she eagerly asked
Gene took a deep breath to study his nerves and to distract himself from what exactly he had gotten himself into.
'They got the cause of death of Alfred.'
'And?' she asked impatiently
He took a deep breath before continuing. 'They said he was chained to a wall, starved and dehydrated. He was battered black and blue – three broken ribs, a broken leg and a fractured cheekbone. His face was also severely swollen.' He ran his hand through his hair 'They could only just identify him.'
'So how did he die?' she sat next to him now and turned her body to face his.
'He had severe cuts all over his body; he was just left to bleed out.'
'Oh god' she put her hand to her mouth in shock and disgust. 'Look, are you sure you still want to…'
'I have to, we have to. Otherwise these pieces of shit are just going to continue doing what they are doing with nobody to stop them.' He interrupted. He then got up and went upstairs to bed, leaving Vicky to sit alone on the sofa in the darkness for the second time that day.