CHAPTER 3
Gene left the office early and skipped the pub, he needed to go home, hopefully to find Alex. He opened there door wide open a bellowed inside "Bolls!" There was no answer his voice lonely just echoed around the empty house. Gene's boots clacked as he entered the hallway, he found the kitchen as in his depression he needed a drink to only go and find that one was sat on the kitchen unit. Under the drink was a short note.
Gene, I'll be back soon.
I just need to clear my head.
I love you,
Love Alex x
If Gene had been a sensitive person he may have cried but he wasn't, so he didn't. He just crumpled the note and threw it in Alex's paper bin. He then felt a pang of guilt in his side so reached down to collect the note. He held the note still scrunched in his fist as he took the whiskey bottle and settled in the lounge. He drank heavily till the pain began to fade before he could reopen the note.
The bottle was relegated to the coffee table as Gene revealed the words on the piece of dishevelled paper. But they weren't the words he had read went he came home, these words were filled with Bolly. The words were filled with her personality and her sadness.
Gene, I need time to think and
So do you. I'll be back soon.
Please don't be mad at me,
I love you, I couldn't bear to
Live without you.
Alex Dra Hunt x
This note meant more to him, he knew she was right he needed to think too. The reality dawned on him she's gone. He rushed upstairs to find their bedroom wardrobe wide open with half her clothes missing; all of her beauty stuff had gone, all gone. He reached at the floor to find her yesterdays jumper, her smell fresh in the weave, he held the jumper to his face before muttering, "You stupid sissy girly puff, why you cryin' she'll come back. And what a girl thing to smell someone's clothes. Puff!" This helped him stay sane, and god knew he needed to stay sane. He wasn't goin' to win this war, but he could dam well try. She was so stubborn and when she wanted something she would get it, one way or another.
His head swam, he was sobering up and there is only one way to solve that, have another drink. By the end of the night Gene had almost emptied all the bottles of his wedding whiskey. He passed out on the sofa with a half emptied bottle in one hand and the note in the other.
Gene dreamed vivid realistic dreams; the dreams were the of baby's first birthday. Everyone was there Alex, Himself, Chris and Shaz and Ray. Alex looked so beautiful with her face beaming at her child. The child was a little girl she looked so alike Alex but Gene could see his own eyes staring back at him, Gene's heart melted with thoughts that he had made something so good, so pure and untainted. As happiness filtered through his subconscious, the dreams were cut short. His happiness was interrupted with images of Alex living alone in sadness in her poky little flat.
Little did Gene know Alex was sat in her poky little flat unable to sleep deeply due to sadness, worry and constant thoughts fluttering around her head.
With the clatter of the whiskey bottle landing on the floor after bouncing of the coffee table Gene woke up stiff and full of headache. But through the grumpiness his view had changed.