The Killers - Part 2

chapter 27

Roger POV

where the bloody hell is he” I cursed, looking at my watch. It was nearly opening time and he hasn’t even attempted to call to say that he is going to be slightly late. I began to fix the clothes that were already on the rack, i don’t know why it just gave me something to do, waste some time. Just as i was about to open the stall, Freddie burst through the doors in a huff, not a good night i see, Tamarah probably didn’t get a wink of sleep, i haven’t seen her for days, its as if she were hibernating and only came out at night when everyone else was asleep. He hung up his jacket and sat on the stool as he watched me open the stall by myself, generally he enjoyed opening it, greeting the early birds that came to the shop before anyone else, making small conversation with basically anyone he could. “im going to get a coffee, you want one?” He asked, was it that bad that he needs a coffee this early and we haven’t even started work. Well if he is offering and i don’t need to pay, i probably wont get a chance like this again. I nod my head and that is all he needs to see before he gets up off the stool and leaves to get our beverages. I reluctantly take his spot behind the register and serve the customers. “um hello... how much is that jacket behind you?”

A customer asked, i looked behind me to see a jacket with fancy embroidery, it was a spectacular piece. Its not worth keeping though, its better to make profit than nothing at all. “70 quid” I told the customer who graciously hands over the money, i hand over the recipt and wish them a good day. I didn’t serve that many customers after that one whilst Freddie was out buying the coffee for the pair of us. He entered back into the shop, a cup in own coffee, but mid each hand and passing one over to me. He went to drink his own coffee, but whilst in the middle of drinking his own, his eyes caught sight of something and he suddenly went wide eyed with fear, spraying his coffee from his mouth all over the countertop because of it. “where the bloody hell is my jacket roger.... Tamarah gave it to me” Freddie asked, his voice getting louder as he lost his temper talking to me. “i just sold it” Bolts outside the doors, running down the pathway “GIVE BACK MY JACKET” I ran outside of the shop to watch Freddie, rip the jacket off the man and give his money back, I stalked back into the shop and re – stocked the racks, Freddie re-took his seat behind the counter, drinking the remains of his coffee

 “umm hello” A customer said trying to get freddies attention but Freddie ignored them. “Errr excuse me?” Fred continues to look out the door sipping his coffee ignoring the waiting customer to purchase what they wish to buy “Hello?” The customer said, raising their voice a little more, trying to catch the attention of Freddie, but he still continues to ignore the customer “BLOODY HELL.... CAN I FRIGGEN BUY THIS OR NOT” The customer said, raising their voice, why wasn’t he serving them, this was not like him, he was generally happy and up to any form of conversation between anyone, be it someone he knows or a complete stranger “sorry.... let me get that for you” I told the customer, Freddie completely oblivious to the fact that anyone was there. “heyy... why didn’t you sort that out?” i asked him “Tamarah....” He only managed to say, he was never this emotional over her, never, yeah he missed her at times but he never let it get to him.

 “bud... i miss kyrie too ya know... but i look on the bright side, ill be seeing her in a couple of hours... try thinking positive like that.” I told him, that generally cheers me up... but not him, i don’t think anything could in the mood he is in, other than Tamarah. “you don’t understand.... she is gone... her mother took her away from me, i don’t even know if she is alright, if the baby is alright...” He confessed, what does he mean if the baby is alright, he went for a scan not long ago and the pair of them were fit as a fiddle, nothing could ever be wrong with her. “i thought you said the baby was healthy as a horse?” I contradicted, “she is.... well was... i don’t know anymore after yesterday... you see Tamarah fell down the full flight of stairs of the apartment while everyone was out... hence why i never turned up..” He said, what the hell, she fell... crap now i know why he is so everywhere today, i can never think of how i would cope if that ever happened to ky... “tell ya what id do... id go after her” “your right” He said, getting off his chair and running out the door... not five minutes passed before he came back through the door

 “i don’t even know where she is” “you don’t... theres nothing there that says where her mother lives” “nope... she prefers to forget about her mother... she hates my guts... im apparently a bad influence on her” “you said youve known Tamarah since you were 17.... she moved away or something like that... did she ever mention where she was” “well.... we did write letters... she was in Chelsea” “i doubt her mother moved, lets get going “woah...hold up... thats a drive... and we are going to America tomorrow... how the hell are we going to manage this in such a tight schedual” “umm im didn’t think about that” I said, trying to think of a possibility we could use to go and get her. “How bout... we go back to the apartment, tell john he goes rents a flat for the night near the airport... we go to Chelsea... get Tamarah and go to wherever john takes kyrie and Natalie, and we meet him there” I suggested “sounds like a plan.”