Not a great chapter really.. but bear with me because it will get better! WILL I TELL YEE! xx
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Café et fraises
Chapter Eleven
Facing Fear
'I'm really sorry,' cringed Lucy as she placed the ice pack Terry had provided against Don's eye.
'Its fine,' he smiled light-heartedly. 'Libby warned me.'
'She warned you?' the blonde frowned, lifting up the pack to see swelling and a slight bruising over his eye.
'Yeah; Libs rang me telling me of her big plan on getting Swill back for rejecting her and she warned me that he'd get violent.' Lucy burst out laughing.
'She… planned this? God, that's so Libby.' Rolling her eyes, she let Don take over with the ice pack before she slid off the table and moved towards the bar where the guys were, listening hard.
'They've been a while,' said Ned. 'Maybe I should go… see what they're up too?'
'Pervert,' Lucy said, shaking her head. 'Terry should go.'
'Why me?' the older man asked, brow creased.
'Because it's your flat; you have every right to go up there.'
'But what if they're…. busy? I don't want to 'ave to walk in on that.'
'Go on,' egged on Pete, face lit with humour. 'Just see if they're still arguing or not.' With a disgruntled look, Terry moved across the bar to the door that led to his flat. He pushed it open and disappeared through it. Walking up the stairs, he frowned at the silence. He got to the top of the stairs, moving to his living room door. Pushing it open, he peered in, catching sight of Swill; Libby sprawled across him, a line of love bites bruising her neck and shoulder. Shutting the door as not to wake them, Terry made his way back down stairs.
'What they doing?' asked Ike, draining the dregs of his beer.
'Sleeping,' Terry replied truthfully, before walking off to serve a couple of men at the bar.
'Ah, come on!' Ike yelled after him. 'We need details!'
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'So?' asked Lucy that afternoon.
'So, what?' frowned Libby, but a smile was playing about her lips.
'So, what is it with you and Swill?'
'Hmmm…' she mused for a moment. 'We're going out.'
'Aww,' beamed Lucy, linking her arm with Libs and resting her head against hers.
'How was Don?' winced Libby, peeking up at her.
'All right, 'cept for his swollen eye.'
'Ouch,' replied Libby. 'I'll call him later to check he hasn't got a brain hemorrhage or anything.' The two fell quiet, staring at the TV. ER was on. Libby usually loved this, but her mind of on other things. The front door was unlocked and Bovver stepped in.
'Oh, alright?' he asked. 'You seen Pete?'
'Nah,' replied Lucy, looking up to smile at him.
'Oh, okay,' he replied, kicking the front door shut behind him. He moved and sat in the armchair and suddenly Libby looked up from Lucy to Bov and back again.
'Gotta go,' she said quickly, catching Bov's short smile of thanks, before she rushed out of the flat. Lucy looked at Bovver with a short smile, before he shifted next to her.
'Hey,' she smiled before their lips met and she wrapped her arms around his neck, savouring his taste.
'Hey,' he replied into her mouth. Bovver deepened the kiss, pushing her gently back on the sofa. Lucy felt butterflies in her stomach, feeling nervous and unsure. Pressing his hips against hers, he frowned when she sat up, pushing him away.
'Wait, Bov,' she muttered, pulling her shirt back onto her shoulder. Getting to her feet, she grabbed her bag. 'I can't do this.'
'Where're you going?' he asked as she pulled open the apartment door. 'Lucy! Wait!' When Bovver got to the stairwell, Lucy had already gone.
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Pete was worried. Pete was more than worried, he was fucking fearful. They hadn't seen Lucy for a whole day; Bovver had rang him to say Lucy had been gone for a couple of hours. He didn't explain why.
So now Pete was hunting around East London. If anything 'ad happened to his baby sister… Flicking open his phone, he dialed Steve. It picked up on the fifth ring.
''Ello?'
'It's Pete. 'Ave you seen Lucy?'
'Yeah, she's asleep on my sofa, mate. How'd you loose her?'
'She ran off like a fuckin' kid Steve. I'm coming round.' Hanging up, he diverted his direction towards his brother's house. When he got there, the last thing he needed was nagging from housewife-of-the-year.
'Just letting her wander around London by herself!' Shannon scolded when he arrived.
'She's twenty-one years old, Shan. I don't think she needs me to 'old her hand!'
'Anything could have happened to her,' the raven haired woman retorted. 'Don't you care for anyone but yourself?'
'Oh, get fucked, Shannon,' he snapped, turning his back on her and moving into the living room.
'Oi, watch your mouth,' snapped Steve, as he and his wife followed him. Lucy was sitting up, looking worried.
'Don't argue,' she sighed.
'Where the fuck 'ave you been?' Pete snarled.
'I…' she began.
'I've been outta my fucking head with worry, Luce! After everything that's happened, I can't afford to have you outta my sight!'
'Do you think I wanna get killed?' Lucy demanded, getting to her feet, just about coming up to his neck. 'Do you think I went out just to get hurt or attacked? Because I didn't, Pete. I left your flat and came straight 'ere!'
'You should have been looking after her anyway, not running off to the pub,' put in Shannon, still glaring angrily. The room was tense, both siblings breathing hard in anger as they glared at each other.
'I just-'
'Shut the fuck up Pete,' snapped Lucy, turning away and grabbing her bag.
'Get back 'ere,' he growled after her as she walked out the front door.
'I hate you.'
'You're so childish.' He caught up with her easily as they were walking down the road.
'And you're a twat.'
'Oh, give over will you,' he sighed wearily.
'Stop overreacting. Do you really think I'd run off to stand on top of bus yelling 'Look, it's me, I'm back! Come get me, Hatcher, I'm here!'?' The rest of the walk was spent in sulky silence.
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'Why'd you run off earlier?' Bovver asked quietly, as the two sat on the sofa of Pete's apartment alone. Lucy pulled her knees up to her neck with a sigh.
'I was scared, Bov,' she replied, eyes unfocused on the coffee table.
'Of me?' he frowned.
'No.' She shook her head. 'I… A lot of things have happened between us. Bov, I love you so much but I can't rush into it. It's hard enough adjusting to things around here without…. You know...' she gave a weak shrug, looking up at him for the first time. 'I don't want to fuck this up,' she murmured. Bovver gave a nod.
'S'alright,' he replied. 'Alright…' But even he couldn't help but feel a little pushed out by the Dunham girl.
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