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Someone to watch over me

Chapter 2

Davids brain took a minute to process the information that had just been fed to him "no driver?" He questioned baffled "what do you mean no driver?" His voice was shaking.

"The driver got away sir" the officer replied leaning against the wall jotting down notes in his pocket book. David shot him a look of disgust, this officer was far from professional, a right merchant banker David thought "well why aren't you out there looking for them!" He bellowed impatiently, the officer shrugged and spat out his chewing gum before answering "he or she will be long gone by now"

"Yes thanks to having prats like you on the job!" Yelled David, he was now raging, his blood was boiling, he needed to get away from this idiot before he did something silly.

After giving a brief statement of events to a different officer he drove himself and Bianca to the hospital, where Carol was in the middle of having tests, thankfully by all accounts there didn't appear to be any major damage, just cuts and bruises, it appears the car only clipped her and due to her current state of health she passed out.

David and Bianca sat at her bedside while they awaited some final test results. Fortunately they didn't have to wait long, everything was fine and Carol was discharged. Bianca put her straight to bed to rest, while David stood propped up against the mini bar with a much needed double whisky, he was still a little shaken.

Confusion flooded his thoughts, who the hell was driving that car? Were they after him? Were they maybe after Bianca or Carol? Was it just a random joy rider? A drunk driver perhaps? He began replying the events in his head, there was no horn when the car sped towards him, he was sure whoever was driving had drove straight at him.

The car definitely didn't swerve to avoid him, he was adamant about that.

"Are you ok Dad?" Came Bianca's voice from behind him, he turned slowly and smiled at her, a warm reassuring smile, he nodded and made his way to the sofa, sitting down he patted the seat beside him.

Bianca sat down and cuddled into him "I was so scared Dad" she sobbed "I thought she was a gonna" David took in a sharp breath followed by a mouth full of his whisky, he swallowed it down and placed a kiss on his daughters head "she's not going anywhere yet sweetheart, I promise, I'm going to look after her, I'm going to look after both of you" he spoke quietly his mind still wondering.

"Why don't you go and get some sleep?" He suggested "its been a long night". Much to his surprise Bianca agreed, she gave him a quick peck on the cheek before venturing up to bed, leaving David alone with his thoughts.

His eyes scanned the dimly lit living room, he was feeling tired but he didn't want to sleep, to much had happened tonight, his mind just wouldn't switch off, there were to many unanswered questions, he was worried, not just about Carol but about himself.

What if someone did have it in for him? Over the last few years while he had been away on his travels he had acquired certain enemies, these included business acquaintances and more often than not husbands. He couldn't resist a bit of forbidden fruit otherwise known as married women.

He let out a chuckle "why do I do it?" He spoke the words aloud to himself, sometimes he really didn't understand himself at all. The minutes turned into hours, one double whiskey turned into five and he eventually nodded off on the sofa.

He was awoken early the next morning by a commotion seemingly coming from the kitchen, he of course went to investigate, standing up and grabbing the empty whisky glass from the table he made his way down the hall to the kitchen, the door was closed but he could clearly hear Bianca and Terry having some sort of stand off.

He took a deep breath and walked in causing a deadly silence, he shot them both a look of disapproval "what is this? Pistols at dawn?" He questioned his eyes flicking between them.

"This idiot is pestering me!" Bianca promptly answered a look of anger spread across her face "he's such an insensitive bastard!"

Terry responded to this by folding his arms, his weight shifting from one foot to the other.

"Oh he's insensitive alright" spat David shoving him out of the way and placing his empty glass in the sink "got anymore wise cracks for me?" He asked spinning round "hair today, gone tomorrow maybe? Oh don't tell me cancer jokes are growing out of control"

Terry shook his head "David what are you talking about?"

"Find the short, bald woman last night did you?"

Terry closed his eyes for a second "David someone ran off with my fair, I told you that!"

"Maybe you should think before you speak in future" advised David taking some paracetamol from a near by cupboard, he could feel a hangover coming on and his shoulder was throbbing.

By this point Bianca had stormed out of the kitchen and gone to wake the kids up, her grunts and screams were making David wince in pain, his headache was getting worse, he hurriedly grabbed his shoes from the hallway and vacated the premises, the wind hit face making him feel somewhat refreshed, he would have a proper wash at work he thought.

He grabbed a coffee and s bacon sandwich from the cafe before heading into work, where he found Max asleep at his desk, David rolled his eyes and deliberately slammed the car lot door, abruptly waking Max from his deep sleep. "Morning" chuckled David plonking himself down in his swivel chair.

Max let out a groan "keep the noise down" he muttered pulling himself to his feet.

"Late night?" Asked David unwrapping and tucking into his bacon sandwich. Max didn't answer he began shuffling files about the desk. They were soon interrupted by a knock at the door followed by Ian bursting in "David can i have a word?" He said in a pleading tone.

Max grunted and held his head "I'm going outside its quieter" he informed before leaving closing the door quietly behind him.

David studied Ian's body language closely, he couldn't help but notice cuts on Ian's fists, some light bruising to his face and he appeared to be walking with a limp. "Who have you upset?" He asked with a look of amusement.

"How's Carol?" Questioned Ian ignoring Davids question.

"Um she's fine, she's at home resting, we had a bit of trouble last night, but not to worry"

Ian looked somewhat relieve at this statement. "Why are you so interested?" David couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable with Ian's sudden concern.

"I um heard an ambulance in the square last night and I ..."

"You assumed it might be something to do with Carol?" Interrupted David.

"No, no I just, well you never know do you" his words were coming out as a stutter. It was hardly surprising the man had turned into a nervous wreck, a few days before his daughter Lucy had been found dead, there was no telling what this man was going through, so of course David was ever so slightly sympathetic.

"Go and get some rest Ian, you're having a tough time, your family need you" said David screwing the bag up which once contained a bacon sandwich, Ian left quickly, David looked out the window and watched him hobble across the square.

Suddenly a terrible feeling shot through his body, why had Ian taken the time to come all the way over to see him just to ask about Carol? He could have gone to the house, called the house even. Davids mind flicked back to the night before. The events flashed before him, an awful realisation had just hit him, could it really be?

He forced his mind back to the present where a few moments before Ian had stood before him bruised, worse for ware, looking worried, nervous, his eyes had carefully studied David, studied him for possible injuries maybe?

"Oh god" David uttered as a chill ran down his spine making him shutter "could it be? Could it have been Ian?"

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