It had been five long years since Steven Hay had last set foot in the Village of Hollyoaks. As well as long they had been painful. It had taken a serious of unfortunate events leading to him leaving everything he cared and loved behind. It was almost like bad things just followed him like a black cloud, and when he finally thought something good was happening it was ripped away from him as quickly as it came.
Something seemed different in the village and it was something he could not quite put his finger on. Maybe it was the new nightclub that's pounding beats could be heard from where he stood, or how the villagers seem happy as if nothing bad had happened in years. In his experience something bad always happened in Hollyoaks, you could say the village had it's own little black cloud of bad luck.
'A serious of unfortunate events.' Amy's words still replayed in his head, words that were meant to comfort him but it never seemed to make him feel better. He had tried his best to stay in contact with Amy, but it was difficult when he realized his bad luck had followed him. Leaving Amy and the kids had been one of the most difficult things he had ever done and the guilt had never once shifted from his gut or heart. Just thinking of Amy struggling to get money and raise two young children made his heart ache and gut twist. Now he was back, he was going to make up for it.
He passed so many familiar faces but kept his hidden being such a small village word got around quicker than flu, he had no idea how Amy would react to being the last to know he was back in the Village. Still he took as many back routes back to the Council Flat area, in the hopes that Amy hadn't up and left when he disappeared. He stood outside the flat door; his hand lifted trying to find the guts to knock. He had two options: Knock and see his kids but fear the wrath of Amy. Or leave and crash somewhere and come back later when he had grown a pair of balls. "Ste?"
Not only was he considering leaving with his tail between his legs, the last thing he had expected was Amy to turn up. Her face changing from a mixture of shock and surprise but what surprised him was how there was absolutely no sign of anger. He sat awkwardly in the flat nothing much had changed only of how much the kids had grown and showing how much he had missed out, Amy moved from the kitchen finally, a mug of tea in each hand.
"So where were you?"
A/N: So this is sort of like a pilot of a possible long story. I'm not to sure which direction it might take but I have a couple of ideas.