Chapter 12
Texas was not apart of Walkers plan, far from it. His plan was go to Hollyoaks, bring down Brendan Brady, job done. But somehow she came became apart of it. He even invited her back to his flat now. Texas trusted him, after talking to him in the pub, they were more alike then she thought. Both hated Brendan. Both lost their beloved sibling India and Cameron. Both done stuff they regretted, and most importantly both wanted their siblings murderers dead, Brendan and Silas. Texas even admitted to him she left Brendan to die, he didn't mind of cause. She walked in, Walker behind her. It was actually an tidy flat. Which was a surprise, Texas expected it to gritty But everything was kept in order. "Nice place" Texas commented, looking around. It was an small flat, living room, cosy kitchen, small bathroom and small bedroom. He lived alone, he only seen his son Ken on weekdays. She smiled, when she saw his five CDs. Charlotte Church, Wham, George Michael, and Pop party 1, and Now that what I call music 65. "Dont worry, their not all mine" he said, they were for when Ken came round. Simon had heavy metal CDs in his wardrobe for himself. She smiled, looking at a picture on the night stand, it was Simon and his 10 year old son Ken, smiling outside Old Trafford, Manchester Untied stadium. He was a good father, nobody could take that away from him. Ken was his whole world now, after Cameron. Ken was his only family left. He was a good person deep down, but just went overboard to help Cameron. He regretted letting poor Lindsey Nolan die, having to hear her ear piecing screams as John wrestled her to the round, and strangled her. And he had to deal with her last words being. Help me Walker. He seen Texas looking at the picture. "Thats my son, Ken" he said, as she stared. Wondering who it was. "Ken that's a nice name" she smiled, she didn't mind him being a father, in fact it made her feel safer. "Yeah, Strangely I named him after Ken from Coronation Street" he laughed, she laughed back. "Strange" he sat on the bed. He sat beside her. "I hope you broke up with the mother" she held herself. "We broke up 6 years ago" he told her the truth. "Good" she moved closer, He smiled, kissing her gently on the lips. He missed having a woman to hold, he hated having to pretend he is gay. Just so Brendan could trust him. He put his hand on her back, pushing down. He kissed her neck, putting his hand behind her black curly hair. His other hand on her skirt pushing it up. He knew how to please a woman. She groans with pleasure, giggling. But it wasn't rough, it was just nice. It making love, not sex. Texas was not expecting it to be so gentle. She was not Dodgers girl any more, Simon had her. Walker was so calm and considerate. When it came to woman. The reason he was so rough on Brendan, was because of the anger when he had to kiss him. He hated it. After under 10 minutes, of making love. They just laid next to each other, enjoying the silence.
On the Savage boat, Mark was fuming. After hearing about Texas and Walker. Will had to tell him. "Why would she date a freak like him!" Mark shouted,Will signed. "He was nice to her" Will said. Liberty couldn't believe it either. "Nice! people like him dont know the meaning of the word" he walked to Dirk. "Walker seems okay" Dennis said nervously. Dennis didn't really think that, but he couldn't tell an already angry Mark that. "Why would Tex go anywhere near that" Mark was very prejudiced. "Mark, leave it, Texas is a big girl, she can look after herself" Dirk commented, drinking his tea. "He is horrible, he is going to take advantage" Mark didn't know him at all, Walker would never do that. "You beat up Ste, so your just as bad" Liberty grunted. "Yeah well Ste deserved it" Mark kicked the couch. "Brendan knows Dodger, you beat up Brendan Brady boyfriend" Wills shivered. "Brendan Brady!" Will shouted."I know who he is" Dodger scoffed. "Ste might of shouted at your friend Texas, our friend but he didn't deserve that" Dennis said. "Yeah so you battered him, you gave him a black eye, Brendan's going to notice" Dirk signed. "Stop going on about Brendan he can not do anything, he cant move" Mark laughed. ""That is not funny" Liberty felt sorry for him. "He is not paralized forever son" Dirk drank the rest of his tea.
Brendan was in the cafe, the nurses brought him down for food. Which he refused to eat, which worried was quite hungry, but after the week he had, did not feel like eating. "Brendan, you need to eat"Cheryl groaned,sticking the fork in the pasta. "Why? I got nothing to eat for" Brendan grunted, he looked around, As people in his position were looking over. It was kids, young adults, people his age. Old people. It was a sad sight. "Brendan eat up" Cheryl said, picking up the fork. "What is your problem? People come of worst then you" she did not know it felt. "Name one" Brendan replied. "People lose their speech, like Stephen Hawkins" she grunted. "Open the champaign" he replied miserably. "Look Brendan" she was cut of by John, who rushed over. "Eat up son, you need as much strength you can get for surgery he picked up the fork putting it forcefully in Brendan's mouth. "Right Cheryl, I think we need to think about where Brendan is staying" he said, feeding Brendan. Like a child. "Yeah" Cheryl agreed. It was a long shot, if John could look after him. He though he could stop him seeing his precious Steven. "John! Can we have words"Florence said, in the doorway" she was shaking. "Yes mam" he said, walking over. Giving Cheryl the fork. " I think we should leave" she said, she was trying to do what Brendan wanted for once. "No" he said, she nodded. "Okay, it was just a thought" she was scared of her own son. "You go back Mam, otherwise I end you" he pushed her to the wall. She whimpered, as he kissed her lips. He retreated back to Brendan. Leaving Florence in tears. She cant believe this monster is her son. She always blamed him for her husbands death, since it was his mess Charles got involved in.