2.
Mared frowned as she pulled the heavy red coat from her frame. The house was unusually quiet. Sighing she remembered her parents were headed back to Pontypridd for a few days. Her aunt was still recovering from a major stroke. Making a mental note to call her mother later she headed to the kitchen to see a note pinned to the fridge.
"Oh Elin."
She took the note, reading it as she pulled her mobile out of her jeans. Elin answered on the third ring.
"Mam!"
"Elin, pam nad ydych yn dweud wrthyf y bore yma? Ydych chi'n iawn?" Mared walked around the kitchen, digging tea bags out of the cupboard. She suddenly hated being alone but then neither her daughter or her parents knew the date for Prosser's trial had been set. She didn't want to worry them until she had to.
"Mam, yn onest dwi'n iawn. Mae'n pêl-rwyd dyna i gyd. Byddaf yn gartref tua saith."
Elin sounded concerned. She knew her mother worried now more than ever.
"Na dwi'n codi chi i fyny. Nid wyf am i chi gerdded drwy Aber ar noson fel hon."
"Mam."
"Rwy'n gallu dod yn awr, os ydych yn dymuno. Gwyliwch y gêm pêl-rwyd. Rwy'n dda iawn yn y drefn mam embaras." Mared smirked, knowing she hated her mum and Gran yelling from the edge of the pitch.
"Iawn, iawn. 7."
"Good girl. See you later."
"Bye Mam." Elin ended the call as Mared lifted the half empty milk bottle from the fridge. She suddenly felt sick, memories of her abduction ripping through her. She leant on the sink as the milk carton clattered to the floor; its contents spelling on the tiles and splashing her jeans. Tears sprang to her eyes as she was transported back to the day Evans had lifted her from the street. Hands shaking she pressed speed dial on the phone.
"Mathias." The gruff voice instantly calmed her. "Mared? Is that you?"
"Ydw."
He could hear the panic in her voice as he stopped walking.
"Where are you?"
"Home." She paused. "I dunno why this is happening. I'm not like this. I don't. I."
"Where's your family?"
"Pontypridd and netball. It was real, Tom." Her voice shook. Tom paused. He knew Mared loved her family but they had a knack of leaving her to fend for herself at the worst possible moment. He ran a hand over his beard.
"I'm ten minutes away from you. I'm on my way, just keep talking. Ok?" He fished his car keys out of his pocket.
"No Tom." Mared swallowed hard. Her independence was extremely important to her. They may have been together but she didn't want to be the weak feeble female. "I overreacted. I'm ok."
"Tough. I'm still on my way over. Talk me through what happened." He started the car engine as Mared took a deep breath.
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Siân read the email. Technically she had been the arresting officer. Sighing she knew it was going to be the one trial that affected them all. Prosser had been their boss for so long that it didn't seem real that he had been corrupt all along.
A/N Welsh
"Elin, why didn't you tell me this morning? Are you ok?"
"Mam, honestly I'm fine. It's netball that's all. I'll be home about seven."
"No. I'm picking you up. I don't want you walking through Aber on a night like this."
"Mam."
"I can come now, if you want. Watch the netball game. I'm very good at the embarrassing mum routine."
"Ok, ok. 7."