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Authors: Christine Wood

Tags: #bullying, #longing, #first love, #lonliness, #ballroom dancing, #insecurities, #age differences, #80s disco era, #family fudes

A Life Plan Without You. (37 page)

Thumbing the top of his end, he shivered letting out a deep
and long groan. His lips on mine and our tongues feeling each
other, he was about to come, and try as he might he couldn’t stop
himself, groaning as he shook. The feeling of his dick in my hand
was strange, I could feel him as he emptied himself and his relief
was now all over his stomach and my hand. I grabbed the wad of
paper hankies I had in my pocket, and did damage control as he took
over and shoved the stuff in his pocket. Smiling as he
did.

“Sorry about that, but couldn’t help myself. I needed to
return the very nice favour from earlier angel.” He kissed my lips
so tenderly.

“That Mi cielo was so nice, but it won’t keep me away from
you, until Saturday. I think a trip or two to your Grams and Gramps
will be called for. Again you surprise me at everything you do, and
Saturday can’t come quickly enough for me, I love you so much.” He
kissed me again as I opened the front door. Becky was stood getting
her key out, talk about the skin of my teeth, another few minutes
earlier and she’d have caught us at it. A sly smile from Sam as he
realised it too.

“See you next week Becky.” He said as she passed, he kissed me
again thanked me for today, and said his goodbyes again and headed
off, I wasn’t happy for the first time in ages. It was going to be
a long week without him. I think a few day trips to check out his
room before Saturday are in order. I went to my room and packed my
bags, underwear for a week, including the two new sets and
stockings for both. I will need to purchase some sexy nightwear
teddy bear pj’s so not sexy. Black dress, shoes and at the back of
the wardrobe, a black jumpsuit an impulse buy that until now I had
nowhere to wear it. Red belt, black belt both went in, plus the
black wedges. I will pack hair stuff and toothbrush in the morning,
good job I had a load of stuff at Gram’s house or I’d be carrying a
massive suitcase with me.

I slept really well. Up, washed, hair done, stuff put in bags,
blue jeans and trainers and a really frilly white pirate shirt,
dressed and downstairs. Mum was at work and JJ next door, quick
dash into Aunty Liz’s where she was busy fussing over
JJ.

“Argh, Michelle all ready for the off then? Here are some
holiday spends.” She handed me an envelope with money in
it.

“I don’t need anything Aunty Liz honestly.” She put it in my
jeans pocket.

“Buy you’re self-something nice then.” I had to catch the
coach outside the art gallery in forty five minutes, so thanked her
with a kiss. Gave JJ a head hug, nicked a Kit-Kat and said my
goodbyes promising to ring when I got there, and to bring back JJ
rock, a sugar dummy and his bloody sugar mice. I needed to be off.
I grabbed my bags, jacket and put the money in my purse. Checked
for my ticket and set off.

 

 

CHAPTER
6

 

 

I left Michelle’s a very contented fella, because the goodbye
treat was so unexpected, but oh so needed. She had written my name
over her school books, sweet but the nicest one Mrs Michelle Todd,
which is now in my back pocket, stupid really, but I snagged it as
a keepsake, yes one day Michelle Todd you will be.

I took it out and opened it now I was away from the house. Oh
my God, a to-do-to-Sam list! I read that right, I read it again and
again, and this was done weeks ago. I wonder if this got her an A
in French? She seems to have had nothing to do in that lesson but
write down a very detailed list, thankfully taking her gift is only
half way down the list, but there is an arrow moving it to the top?
She is ticking them off too, cheeky. I read the very interesting
list she wants to do it where, really that could be interesting? Oh
my God I have hit the mother lode, it makes me smile and a little
bit hornie umm we will do most of this Saturday and then some, not
sure if the having sex on the beach is doable in Blackpool? This
writing I have seen before too, the valentines card was off her,
thank you baby!

I reached the end of my street in a really good form thanks
to the treat and the to do list I’m in such a happy mood. Jimmy was
running, towards me crying. I shove the book back down my
jeans.

“Sam, shit Sam help please.” I looked at him I saw the fear
in his eyes, the blood shot eyes, the blood on his tee shirt, and
the bruise on his cheek, what the sodding hells
happened?

“Dad, he pushed Mum down the stairs and shit she’s out of
it.” I panicked.

“Phone an ambulance quickly James, where is the bastard?” He
shrugged his shoulders.

“He ran out the back door Sam, after he stood on her, he
banged her head trying to open the door, Sam please help her.” He
ran to the phone and I ran to sort Mum out. Jimmy had managed to
get her to the couch, she had a bruised cheek too and had a red arm
with obvious friction burns, her wrist was undeniably broken, she
was unconscious and her breathing was laboured.

I looked at her wrist and it was broken for sure. He had
snapped it or twisted it. It was a bad break and the fall, had her
covered in red marks from the stairs she fallen down again, having
visited each one only days ago. She had a cut to her head, from
where he had tried to open the door. It looked horrid I ran to the
first aid drawer frantically pulling it out and riffled through it
for gauze, to stop the head bleed. Packing it and wrapping it
tightly, to stop the bleeding, I carefully put her arm across her
chest it was lying limp against her side. I cried, because she
looked so frail and helpless, shit I will kill him, this was too
much, Jimmy came back.

“It’s on its way Sam, he came at me, smacking my face and she
stepped in to help and she fell down the stairs, I think I did the
wrist trying to catch her Sam… He stepped over her, he tried to
open the front door Sam, but her head was in the way… Sam he bashed
her head with the door Sam… He slammed the back door on his way
out. He’s taken the money from your drawer… I tried to stop him
taking it… Sam I’m sorry…” I looked at him shit, he broke Mum's
wrist, and he was in a real mess I need him to calm
down.

“Did Dad have her arm at all?” He looked at me.

“Yes, he had it up her back and she pulled away and fell head
first down the stairs Sam.” I held him tightly as he cried into my
chest I held him and explained he hadn’t done it.

“Dad twisted her wrist and broke it not you, not you Jimmy,
the money isn’t a problem Jimmy please don’t worry, you should have
just let the bastard have it, are you all right? Get in the
bathroom cold flannel on that, let’s get the redness down.” He was
crying when the ambulance came. Twice in a week, they must have our
address on speed dial.

“What’s happened, here then Son?” I looked at a very upset
Jimmy.

“We found her like this when we got home, she has had a fall
whilst on her own in the house. We had to use the back door to get
in and well I moved her to the couch and Jimmy held her head and
neck, so it didn’t move. They looked her over and brought in the
stretcher. We left a note for Andy to meet us at accident and
emergency, we got in the back of the ambulance. Dad wouldn’t be
back for a few days. He had five hundred pounds, from my holiday
fund in his sticky mitts. I’m going to get together with Andy and
Aunty and pay the bastard off, he has to leave we need to. Mum
won’t leave, why though beggars belief?

“We have to phone Aunty, get her down to the hospital. Jimmy,
she’s going to be fine, shush please Jimmy, she will be fine.” Why
did I believe she wouldn’t? We got to the hospital we were asked
again what had happened? I told the same tale and they said she was
going for scans and x-rays. She had a load of tests done she
drifted in and out of conciseness all day and night. Andy was a no
show too I will be having words with him, about not coming
home.

We waited for news all night. She was transferred to the
intensive care unit and she was watched all night and most of the
morning. Aunty and Jimmy had gone to get breakfast and to get Andy
I sat by her bedside, she woke and was in a lot of pain. I buzzed
for the nurse and they asked me to wait outside, I was waiting when
they came back. Andy apologetic and angry, as we all waited
together.

“Your mother is going to need surgery on her wrist, it’s been
twisted with a great deal of force, and she has two broken ribs and
bruises consistent with a beating.” We looked at each
other.

“We found her at the bottom of the stairs on her own, in the
darkness. Could she not have tripped and fallen?” So very fed up of
having to constantly, cover for the bastard.

“What did Mum say?” He looked at me.

“She says she can’t remember anything and is adamant there
was nobody in the house with her.” She was covering for him again,
but then again weren’t we? He told us she would be being
transferred to a general surgery ward, and we could wait, see her
settled in and then go home and get some sleep, and she’d be
operated on in a couple of days, but she would be in two weeks at
least. She would also need help for a few weeks, to manage
everything when she gets out. She won’t be able to do anything at
all until her ribs mend. I was mad, sad and happy she hadn’t been
killed, this time, my father must pay but for now I kept it
together Jimmy, who was a mess, he was still not convinced he
hadn’t broke her wrist. Aunty is a wreck and Andy too is angry. We
got her comfortable and told her we would be back in the morning,
she’s given sleeping medicine and painkillers, and she fell asleep
whilst we were there.

“Boys you’re coming back to mine for a few days, no arguments
I’m not having you arrested for doing him harm.” We did as asked,
she was right we were now too angry and we needed to get out, it’s
getting worse the violence.

“Did you inform Michelle of your Mothers fall
Samuel?”

“No, she’s at her Grandparents home for the week I was so
wrapped up in Mum I didn’t think to call her, nor cancel the hotel.
I will call her when we get to your house if that’s
alright?”

“Yes, yes of course it is, tell her to stay put Emma is fine,
don’t have her worrying too! Besides not much she can do apart from
be there for you, now home boys, we need a plan of action to get
him out of our lives and save your deluded Mother, heads together
after baths, supper and a stiff drink!” Shit, I should have been in
Blackpool. I will have to phone and apologise to the hotel, and
leave a message for the lads and then phone Michelle, she will kill
me. I phone her as soon as I get to Aunties. Her weekend ruined and
mine too. I don’t think this waiting’s doing either of us any good.
I do know I have never loved like this before. Let’s hope she won’t
kill me. A present to buy I think and a good one too…

 

I popped into the newsagents and loaded myself up with
something to read, eat and a drink. There were loads of lads
waiting for the coach. I sat on the steps and waited for the coach
to arrive when it did. I jumped on and sat in the middle. The lads
were all around me. I listened to their conversations all about,
what they were going to do and their points system for ‘shags
gotten!’ One of them came to sit beside me.

“Hello darling were you going then?” Oh no, not today I needed
peace and quiet. I spoke in French, to them.

“I am so sorry. I do not understand you. I'm French.” I loved
doing this to idiots on the busses and trams who came to sit and
annoy me. I called it foreign-exchange-fun. The lads either gave up
or talked funny or if they were stupid talked louder and slower. If
they actually spoke French, I could practice and it was a fun way,
to torment stupid fellas.

“Bloody hell she’s a foreigner, double points lads.” He spoke
to me slower and louder.

“ARE YOU GOING TO BLACKPOOL?” I put my hands up and shrugged
my shoulders. Still in French answered him.

“No Idiot, go away please and bother someone else.”

“She called you an idiot Dudley, leave her alone she’s out of
your league, even if you spoke her language, besides, I know her
from somewhere and I can’t think where? She may be an exchange
student from uni or the local tech. Come on the drinks are over
here?” I laughed. What a bunch of idiots. I love the French touch,
they would leave me alone or give me something to laugh at thinking
I did not speak nor understand English.

Oh my days… I didn’t know Stockton was letting all its idiots
out for the day? They were extremely loud all the bloody way to
Blackpool. My head ached when they finally got off the coach drunk,
at the Castle. The lad who thought he recognised me and smiled. He
too looked familiar because it was Ben, from the bar, we spoke in
French, and he smiled.

“Goodbye Ben, have a nice holiday.”

“You too, have a nice time and say hello to Sam, when you see
him again.” I laughed as he passed me and headed out with the rest
of them. We did Cleavleys, and then last stop mine, where Gramps
was waiting for me, I loved my Gramps more than anyone even Sam,
well, perhaps not quite! He kissed my head, as I got off the coach,
and we rode the ferry across the sea to Hambleton and after a short
walk we were home.

I opened the door to a wonderful surprise, my Cousin Michael
was here, he had been in trouble at home and had been dropped here
for the full three week break as a punishment, what a laugh he
enjoyed the place more than I did. He gave me a bear hug and
dropped me. He was six foot eight, so I hit the floor hard he got a
kick to the shin. Grams had made lunch and was painting the church
for Easter; this is another person who shouldn’t actually cook.
Even she couldn’t mess up a salad though. We sat and ate chatting
about going fishing, err no… Gramps was off to the library and
Grams was still at church, I was bored and needed to go for a
run.

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