Love is blindness
I don't want to see
Won't you wrap the night
Around me?
Oh my love
Blindness
"You won't like what you find!" Harry's harsh words echoed in David's mind as he rummaged through Pats belongings, hoping to find anything about Pete but so far he hadn't found anything. It was as if she had erased him from her life when their marriage ended. There wasn't even a wedding photo or a copy of the marriage certificate. He sat on the bed, trying to think of were to look now. Then, he realised that there was only one other link.
Ian.
He and David were on civil terms now and it seemed that Ian was slowly forgiving him for what happened all them years ago. He put all the photos back where he found them then he went downstairs. As he was putting his coat on, Tiffany came into the hallway, "Where you going, Grandad?" David was startled but he smiled all the same, "I'm just nipping out Darling, Look after your nana until I get back." He kissed her on her head and walked out of the house.
He walked across the square and spotting Ian's house, made his way over. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door. The door opened and Ian, looking surprised at seeing David, said quickly,"David, what do you want? I've got a cafe to open." David responded, "Ian, I want to know more about our dad and you know him better because he stuck around to raise you,please." His voice was desperate and Ian parted the doorway for him to come in. David remained standing in the living room while Ian came in after kissing Denise goodbye before she went to work. "Well, sit down."Ian barked and David obeyed. Ian Sat in front of him, looking bored. "What do you want to know about him?", he said, as David sat nervously in front of him, "I just want to know what he was like, that's all.", David said nicely but Ian wasn't fooled. Nevertheless, he spoke casually, "He was a good dad, would have made a good grandad if he hadn't have been killed by those psychopaths. He could be patronising at times..." David cut him off, "He..He was murdered?", he said in startled voice and Ian nodded, "Before he died, he started seeing this woman. Rose Chapman she was called. She seemed nice but her husband was a gangster and the rest of the family found out about the relationship and Dad fled. He was going to come back here on the day that Lucy and Peter were born but he never came back. The police came to Pauline and Arthur's and I had to identify his body." His voice trailed off, the vision of seeing his dad on the morgue with his once attractive face scared with cuts and bruises and his hair matted in dried blood. He felt the tears coming but he blinked them away, "Like I said he was a good dad to me and he would have been with you." He got up and went back into the kitchen but David didn't registrar anything. His mind was numb. He had thought that his dad's death had been simply an accident but now he realised his father car crash was no accident. When Ian got back in the kitchen, David spoke again, "Did our dad ever mention me at all?", Ian sighed, "Yeah, he mentioned you, he was always saying how he should have been a better father to you." David felt his temper rising, "So he should have! We didn't get child support of him and while he was here raising you and living the life of bloody Riley, we were forever dodging the taxman! Too right he should have been there, me and Simon were his kids as well!" He shouted then he buried his face in his hands. "Oh, you haven't heard, have you? Did Pat never tell you?", Ian said, his voice having an hint of smugness in it, "Heard what?" David snapped,Ian stood up and went back into the kitchen, David followed him, "Please, tell me Ian, Uncle Harry didn't give me any answers, you can." Ian turned on his heel then, surprised by this, "You seen Uncle Harry? I thought he was in Brighton? You want to steer clear of him, My dad always said he was trouble, getting pissed up and ruining it for everyone." David couldn't believe that Ian was acting as if Pete was his dad alone but he held firm, he grabbed Ian's shoulders then, shaking him slightly, "Ian, I'm only going to ask you once. What was it that my mum was supposed to have told me?", his voice had a finality about it and Ian put his hand on David's shoulder before saying sadly, "Simon weren't our dad's son." David stared at him, open mouthed before he sank into a chair by the table. "I don't believe this. If he weren't his dad, then who was?" Ian smirked slightly, turning away from David, he loved seeing David sweat like this. "Your stepdad Brian was his real dad. Oh, our dad knew that Simon wasn't his child, Uncle Kenny thought that Simon was his son but Pat told them that Brian was his dad. I'd have thought that you would have been told or have guessed." He then grabbed his coat and opened the front door, "Now, if you don't mind, I have a cafe to open and I'd like you to leave." David got out of the house in quick succession. "Just one more thing, Ian. Do you have any photos of our Dad?", he asked, tears of humiliation developing. Ian stared at him before saying smugly, "Ain't got none." David walked back to the house quickly, humiliation overcoming him.
A few minutes later, he was in the shower trying to block out the harsh revelations about his father. Harry had been right. He didn't like what he had found out. First, Pete had been a teenaged father, then Simon was actually his half brother and not Pete's son and lastly his father had been killed by a family of gangsters. All these harsh answers served to torture David's mind and he realised that he didn't know his father at all and he wasn't sure that he wanted to know about him after all. He was brought out of his reverie by a knock at the door, "Fancy some company?" It was Carols voice and David smiled. It was like music to his ears. "If you wouldn't mind!" David called back and the door opened. He watched through a gap in the shower curtain as Carol undressed. He felt himself becoming aroused. At last she stepped into the shower with him and she kissed him tenderly. He returned the kiss with lots of passion and desire as Carol shoved him against the tiles on the wall where the shower stand was. She began to kiss his neck and David tossed his head back and let out a soft moan as this always drove him wild. Then he lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around him, quickly coming into contact with his erection. He buried his face into her neck as he began thrusting against her, her moans loud in his ears. As his movements got faster, he could hear footsteps across the landing and hoped and prayed that neither of the kids were upstairs but his fears were calmed when he heard Whitney's voice shouting, "Bianca, I'm going out now!" Before heading downstairs. He gave several thrusts before his and Carols orgasm overcame them, he ejaculated into her then and almost dropped her, "Don't drop me." Carol exclaimed as she dug her fingers into his back. Once back on her feet, she grew her arms around David and they held each other for what seemed like hours.
Later that night, Carol and David were alone in the kitchen and David was holding her hand. Bianca and Terry had gone out to the Vic and the kids were in bed. David loved being with Carol. She kept him sane and he was madly in love with her. She treated him like a proper man unlike any other woman who saw him as a cheap thrill. "Just think Carol, you'll be Mrs Wicks soon.", He gushed lovingly to her, caressing her face, Carol smiled at him and sat on his knee, "Empty house. We could go upstairs." He suggested, with a seductive smile. Carol smiled back in the same manner before leaning in and kissing him softly. She began unbuttoning his shirt when the doorbell rang. David groaned. "Oh, now what?!", He said in an annoyed voice, Carol shrugged, "Probably Bianca has forgot her purse again." David went to the door and opened it. It wasn't Bianca.
It was Harry.