Chenford Story ✔️

20

Lucy's POV

Like usual I was unaware of what I had dreamt of, only that it probably resolved around Tim, as most of my dreams did these days. He was the constant positive in my life, a happiness that could always cheer me up. I felt his arms tighten around me slightly as he slept, keeping me locked safely in his embrace.

I woke up and saw that Tim was still asleep next to me. My head was in his bare chest. How did I get so lucky? Tim was like my dream guy, tall, muscular, unmistakably handsome. I snuggled closer to him, feeling myself smile. I saw the message come through on my phone. Who is messaging me at 5 am?
I'm enjoying my Tim time.

I opened the message.
'hey darling, it's your parents. We haven't spoken since your wedding, such a shame you got divorced to such a lovely man. You can't seem to do anything right. Anyway, we were thinking it would be nice if you moved in with us, we would so love to introduce you to one of your dad's friends, he's very rich you know, and single.
We'll make arrangements and a moving van we be moving your stuff by the end of the week. See you soon Lucylu, bye'

No. Please no. I did not want to move in with my parents. And under no circumstances did I want to date a guy the same age as my dad?! Absolutely not.
'um hi mum, dad. Where did the idea of me moving in with you guys come from? I am happily dating someone and live with him. And Emmet was abusive to me, don't act like you guys didn't know.'

The response was immediate. Almost like they knew I would respond like that.
'no Lucylu, I think you will be moving in. Your dad's friend is very nice and I'm sure he's richer than whatever fling you have going on. We wouldn't want to have to bring up Thomas to your friends at work now would we? Just think how badly that would go down. Anyway see you in a week. Toodles Lucy'

Crap. No this was a nightmare. I hadn't thought about Thomas in... years.
B-but I-i-i... I had no choice. If it got out..... I would be ruined. Everything would be ruined.
I would loose my job, probably get arrested.
Everyone would turn against me.

I started hyperventilating.

Thomas Foxly. That name had haunted me for years. But I could never talk to anyone about it. How could I.

I was the one who had killed him. I had murdered Thomas Foxly.