Eastenders - An addition to the carters

Nightmares&Grandad

Micks POV
Becky fell asleep downstairs again, it was 10:57 at night and Nancy and Lee was upstairs with Oliver. becky was laid on the biggest sofa while me and L shared the tiny sofa.
"Do you think that stan knew becky was his granddaughter?" I asked Linda.
"I do think that he knew. stan and Shirley were so close, Shirley told stan everything, she wouldn't not tell him about becky" Linda replied. Linda moved closer to me and we cuddled and kissed.
Becky started to roll about and she was mumbling something but I couldn't make out what.
"Becky?" I said. Linda climbed off me and we both kneeled down beside the sofa.
"please" becky mumbled. She started to kick and wave her arms around.
"Please stop dad! Dad stop please, you're hurting me please" she screamed. I instantly knew she was having a nightmare about her old parents. this was awful, it made me want to cry.
"L, hold her legs down and I'll hold her arms down" I told Linda.
"It hurts please stop! Somebody help me it hurts" she screamed. at this point, I was crying, hearing my baby sister scream for help and saying she's hurting hurt me, alot. I was so angry at the same time to think that she went through all this for 15 years.
"Becky, wake up darling" Linda shook her and suddenly she woke up. she sat up straight and looked at me in shock and with a scared impression.
"Make it stop mick" she burst out crying. I sat on the sofa with her and hugged her tightly, crying with her.
"It's all over now baby, you don't have to worry, they're gone. all gone" I cried.
"I hate it!" Becky cried.
"I know baby girl, let's get you to bed"

NEXT MORNING

Beckys POV
It was 7:02am and I was getting ready.
I ran across the hallway into the kitchen where I made myself some toast and coffee.
"You're up and ready early girl" mick said in shock.
"If you're wondering why, maybe it's because you and Linda were at it at bloody 4 in the morning"
"Oh, sorry" mick awkwardly said.
"Don't worry, you'll get used to it" Nancy said laughing.
There was a moment of silence before mick spoke up.
"I was wondering if you want to see stans grave with me today?" Mick said, quietly while stroking my arm.
"Sure I will, where's Linda?" I ask.
"She's still asleep I think"
"Mum!" I shouted. I looked at mick in shock of what I just called linda.
"I'm so sorry I didn't mean to call her mum, I didn't mean to" I panicked.
Mick laughed. "don't worry, it's not a bad think only a mistake" he said.

Me and mick was on our way to the cemetery to see our grandad, stans grave.
"Here the old man is" mick said as he patted the grave stone and his long black coat drifted with the wind.
"This is your grandad, becks." I didn't say anything.
"Say something" mick said and shook his head at the ground.
"I- I don't know what to-" "I understand" mick interrupted.
I sat down besides the grave and made a daisy chain.
"I'm gonna get a cuppa from the shop across the road, want one?" Mick asked.
"No I'm good thanks" I said.
Mick went about 10 minutes ago so I decided to talk to stans grave, even though he can't hear me.
"It's crazy how all these years you knew I was Shirley's daughter but now you're gone I-" I stopped talking and looked at my hand on the grass.
"As stubborn as you was, you understood me. now you're gone, I feel so shut out and- and lonely." I whispered.
"The good ones always go first, you told me that." I said quietly.
"You always knew I was your granddaughter though, it all makes sense now. but I never got to see you as my grandad" I cried. I couldn't hold it in anymore.
suddenly I felt a strong hand on my shoulder, I looked up to find mick standing there with a cuppa in his hands. he sat down besides me, on the verge of tears.
"How long have you been there?" I asked
"Long enough" he whispered.