Sorry for such a long wait... again. I have just been so busy. Now i have finally decided how this is going to finish and i would say it has about two chapters left. I am hoping to have them both up by tomorrow because i am going away and would love to get this finished first, also i know that starting from tomorrow everyone is just going to go mental with Brendan's Exit. A few people have said they are going to carry on with Stendan fics even after Brendan has left, and i hope they do because i will 100% read them! Long live Stendan/Brendan! I am hoping i write a few more Stendan fics but im not very good with keeping up with the updates haha!
On another note, Kieron Richardson Show was amazing today, he said my name:D! Plus there was a lot of Kimmetting:D!

Anyways, i shall leave you with this chapter, its not very long and its not the best, but im hoping the next two will be better this was sort of just the bit to get it to where i wanted it. :D Read and Review, because honestly they mean so much! :Dx

Chapter 14.

Steven's POV.

I threw on some t-shirt, I wasn't really taking any notice of my appearance at this moment in time, I was too busy running over my plan time and time again. I combed some gel into my hair to give it a little life and a spritz of deodorant and aftershave. I glanced at myself in the mirror though not really taking in my reflection as I thought to myself; this is it, the night Seamus Brady dies.

I sat down on one of the rickety bar stools and ordered a pint of Darren. I scanned the room to see if I could see Seamus but he hadn't arrived yet. So I instead I looked at the other punters, Cindy was in the corner on her own looking pretty upset with a large wine in her hand, then there was Texas and Leanne giggling about something rather loud and a few others, no one partially interesting. I felt my heart drop a little as I realised there was only one person I was looking for and he was in Dublin. I could sense Seamus's presence and I hadn't even set eyes on him, I could sense his eyes staring at me taking me in. I turned in my chair and looked at him, I thought I would be nervous but I wasn't I just could feel pure hatred. He took a seat next to me and ordered a Stout, disgusting stuff in my opinion.

"Good evening Steven, thanks for inviting me." He drawled his eyes boring into me, a small smirk playing on his face.

"I did it cause Cheryl asked."

"Ah that's nice isn't it?"

I hummed back in reply, what the hell were we going to talk about? How was I supposed to keep him drinking just enough to get him drunk?

"Plus I felt a bit lonely, yano what with Bren gone."

"Ah yeah, Cheryl told me all about his disappearing act."

"Yeah well, you know Brendan, don't stick to anything."

"Ye, including his marriage, but then that's cause Eileen aint a man, she is a fine beautiful lady."

I could tell this was going to be a long night, but it had to be done to get Brendan back where he belonged.

2 Hours Later.

I pulled Seamus from the chair and put his arm around my shoulder, he apparently was drunk every night but I wasn't surprised he was shit at holding his drink, he only had 4 Stouts and 1 whiskey and he was basically out of it, not that im complaining.
As we walked to the flat we didn't really talk it was more Seamus slurring some rubbish whilst I egged myself on for the act I was about to commit.
We got to the steps to the flat at I had to practically drag him up then, and it wasn't easy, he wasn't exactly very light. As we reached the door he fumbled in his pocket for a key, he pulled it out and attempted to unlock the door but he failed, so I took the key from his hand and did it for him. The minute the door opened I was greeted with the familiar smell of the Brady house, the warm, the same decorations, but it didn't feel the same as it used to when I used to meet Bren, or have a quick coffee with Cheryl, it felt like it was tainted with a disease, and I suppose Seamus could be classed as that, he was as cruel as one. As I looked around the room I knew I could do it, I knew I could kill Seamus, because I would do anything to get Brendan back, I would do anything to make this place feel how it used to, even if every memory wasn't a happy one, I still wanted it back the way it was.

I walked to the kitchen and opened the cupboards, I searched them, I don't know what I was looking for anything really, Seamus was already flopped out on the sofa, slowly passing out, he would be gone in any second. I carried on looking, I found a large tub of paint, I pushed it aside, it was very light considering it was a big pot, then suddenly I had the urge to look inside it, maybe that drink had gone to my head more than I thought it had, I only had one. I pulled the tub towards me and pulled of the lid, it was empty of paint, but there was something in there, wrapped in a ragged cloth, I reached in at it slowly like some sort of dramatic film, that's when I heard it, a creak behind me. I span round on my feet. I thought my heart had stopped, my eyes widened.

"Brendan."

I usually say this and then dont, but i am actually going to write the next chapter now, so it should deffo be up by tomorrow.:D