So sorry for such a late update, it's been so hetic here. We have had random family members visiting plus i have had school and everything else and it had been so hard to get just five minutes to update it, BUT i have finally done it! This is a short chapter cause the next one is going to be quite long i hope. So thanks to everyone who has been patient and waited and here it is!
Chapter Seven.
Stephen's POV.
I paced my front room, it was 10pm and Brendan still wasn't here, I was pretty sure he wouldn't go home after what happened in the deli today; I thought he would come here, but he isn't. I checked my phone for the 100th time, still nothing from him.
"I thought so, ye see Stephen, no matter what I will always win cause Brenda here is always going to be that same queer."
"You ain't gunna win, ya might think your gunna get away with this, but ya ent! I won't let ya. Ya gunna pay for what ya did to him, ya sick."
"Im the sick one? I don't know if ye noticed Stephen but ye the one shacking up with a fella. I always knew he would turn out like this, a fail, don't know where I went wrong."
I felt the bile rise in my throat, I could feel my skin crawling, he genuinely thinks what he did is ok? Well I was going to show him it wasn't, he had another thing coming if he thought he could do what he done and get away with it. If he thought he could hurt my Brendan like that even after all these years he thought wrong. You're supposed to be scared of this man, but for some strange reason im not, he just seems like a pathetic old man to me.
At that moment the deli door opened, it was Theresa, I had completely forgotten that the door was unlocked and that anyone could just walk in.
"Um is now a bad time?"
Her eyes flicked between the three of us, assessing each of our expressions.
"Na you alright Theresa, he was just leaving."
I glared at Seamus, a small smile hovered on his face,
"I will see ye lads later."
Then he stalked out of the deli. I took Theresa's order and tried to act interested in her conversation about Myra and Mercedes but I was actually consentrating on the moustached man on the sofa. As soon as Theresa left he stood up and walked slowly over to me, I walked around the till and stood in front of him.
"Im just gunna pop out for a bit, check on the club and stuff, see ye later ye?"
"Brendan please try not to let him get to ya, he will be gone soon, yeah?"
"Ye, see ye later then."
He gave me a quick peck on the lips and almost ran out of the deli. Something wasn't right.
I tried to calm myself down, he is fine he is probably held up at the club and he is to busy to get to his phone to reply to one of my thirty five text messages and twenty eight missed calls, but even as I thought that I knew it wasn't true, one its his night off and two he always checks his phone no matter how busy he is, he texts me letting me know he is going to be late usually but today he hasn't and he said he would see me later, so where is he?
I walked into the kitchen and searched the cupboard for some food to make a quick meal for two in case he does turn up and is hungry. I grabbed the pasta, the tin of chopped tomatoes, two onions and some cheese, just something simple. I grabbed the pan to boil the pasta in, and a pan to actually make the pasta and tomatoes.
As I was coming to the end of the meal, just adding the cheese into the pan to melt it it was about 11ish. There was a small tap on the door, I half ran to it, didn't even bother to look in the peep hole to see who it was, I was just hoping to see Brendan's face to know he was ok.
But as I opened the door the face I seen was not the one I was hoping for, it was Cheryl, tears streaming down her face, she looked a mixture of sad and angry.
"Cheryl what's happened?"
"It's Brendan he's gone."
Right i am hoping to update again today, but as you all know i am crap at keeping to that. BUT hopefully i do.
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