I'm telling you, she's mine!

I'm telling you, she's mine!-25

Chapter 25 timee

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Chapter 25

*Dan's P.O.V*

I'd stayed over at Beccas house last night and I woke up that morning to her phone ringing. It kept on ringing and ringing so the call must be urgent. I know I shouldn't answer it, but it was pissing me off so I did anyway.

"Hello, Becca's phone." I answered, trying to sound all cool like a gay secretary. (A/N No offence to anyone who's gay :) )

"Hi, is Miss Chambers available?"

"No, not at the moment. Could I take a message?"

"No, it's alright. Is Mr Wickingham around at all?'

"Yeah. As a matter of fact he is. I'll just go and get him."

I made shuffling noises to make it sound like I was getting someone.

I quickly cleared my throat and put on my normal voice.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Mr Wickingham. Detective Constable Smith here. I've got news about the incident and the trial. The two boys that stabbed you have been sentenced for attempted murder. They got 15 years in prison. The other boys have been released on bail but if anymore trouble occurs, call me and I can get it sorted for you."

"Thanks for telling me. I'll pass the news on to Becca."

"That's quite alright. And remember. Anymore trouble then call me."

"Okay thanks, D.C. Goodbye."

"Thank you for your time, Mr Wickingham. You have a good day now."

This is great! At least Troy and the other one have been sent down, I'm not too bothered about the other ones. They didn't really do anything so who cares.

"Becca," I whispered to her and shook her gently, trying to wake her up.

"Hey. Becca. Wake up, sweetie."

"Mmmmm." she mumbled sleepily.

"I've got good news, baby."

"Mmmmm. What is it?" she mumbled waking up slowly.

"Those boys have been sent down. You know, Troy and the other one, well they've been sent to prison for attempted murder for 15 years. Isn't this great?"

"Mmmmm. Yeah. Amazing." she said without a bone of enthusiasm in her.

"Well you could've at least sounded interested."

"Sorry. I'm just really tired. I'm still waking up. Give me a couple minutes."

"Alright. Well you wake your self up and come down to breakfast. Then we can enjoy a shower together. No sex involved!"

"Thanks, hun. You're such a babe."

I went downstairs to grab myself some toast and make Becca's sandwich, when I saw something i was never expecting to see.

Karen was sat on the sofa, crying with a bottle of vodka in her hand.

"Karen. Karen, Karen, Karen. How could you? You've been doing so well!"

"Oh shut up, Dan! I couldn't take it anymore. I needed a bloody drink, so what?!" she slurred.

"I can't believe you. And to think you had been off the bottle for about a month. You were doing so well and then went to spoil it with that poison you call nice."