It was 4:00 am; a week later and I woke up at the sound of bangs against my bedroom window. With a dragged out dramatic sigh, I swung my legs over the edge of my bed and opened my curtains. I saw a very drunken-up, nackered Shirley, holding a half empty vodka bottle, throwing stones at my window.
"Shirley!" I growled in a quick whisper. "What the bloody hell are you doing? I'm sleeping!" I yelled, once again in a whisper.
"Please, come outside, I need to speak to you" she sobbed. Was she really crying? I thought about this for a moment then with an angry sigh I shut my window and went outside to where Shirley was, drunk and tired; as I thought.
"What?" I crossed my arms. I knew she'd come running back after she lost jade.
"I've been thrown out of Denise's house! I need somewhere to stay" she slurred. Oh great, she's using me now.
"Why should I let you stay? You didn't speak to me once you had jade, you pressured me to lie to buster and now you've woken me up at 4 in the morning" I rolled my eyes.
"My baby girl" she grumbled. Wow she's so drunk. "I have made some stupid mistakes, but I never meant to hurt you or lose you" she added.
I just stared at her, revolving everything in my head.
"And I have nowhere to stay, so I came here because I know I can trust you. But if you don't let me stay, I understand" she cupped me cheek. Maybe it's the most mature thing to do right now.
"Fine. But be quiet, you can stay in my room" I gave in.
"Thankyou"
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Eastenders - An addition to the carters
FanfictionBefore the carters moved to their new home and lived in the queen vic, they lived down the same street as Becky jones aged 15 and her abusive family. The carters didn't know that becky was getting abuse by her parents and assumed that everything was...
