Wild heart - Bradley Will Simpson fan fiction

SEVENTEEN

I follow her into the dining room and set down the drinks on the table. I sit opposite Becky and put two warm waffles onto my plate. I decide to cover one in Golden Syrup and the other in treacle. Whereas Becky has maple syrup on both of hers. She hands me a knife and fork and I get stuck in straight away.

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After a while of silence, I ask: " Why did you move here?" Just to break the silence.

Becky looks up from her waffles and swallows her mouthful. " I told you. We moved here because it didn't work out with my Uncle..." She trails off.

" What didn't work out, and why did you move here, out if all places?" I know I'm digging deep here, but something about the subject unsettles Becky and I need to find out what it is that's troubling her.

She sighs deeply and drops her fork onto her plate.

" I'm sorry. I should have never asked. It's none of my business." I tell her before going back to my waffles.

" No, no. It's fine. We moved here because its out of the way of anywhere, and if someone was trying to find us, they wouldn't." She explains, picking her fork back up and pushing her food around her plate.

" Who would be trying to find you?" I question, intrigued.

"... My Uncle..." Becky finally answers quietly after much silence.

" Lets not talk about this here." I tell her, standing up with my empty plate and glass.

Becky agrees and we clear the table. Becky feeds her dog, which I didn't know about till now, and we make our way up into her study.

I sit on the brown leather sofa and I pull Becky down onto my lap. " Why would your Uncle be trying to find you and why would you be trying to hide from him?" I ask, brushing some hair out of her face.

" He's a perverted phycopath." She tells me through gritted teeth, violently picking her nails as if she was scratching someone's eye balls out of their sockets.

I take her hand in mine and link our fingers so she wouldn't hurt herself. " Why?" Is all I ask.

" He's in prison for life for raping and brutally murdering an 18 year old girl. That's what I mean when I say 'It didn't work out'."

I don't know what to say to that, so I kiss her shoulder and lean back with her laying on my chest. " You have nothing to worry about if he has been sentenced to life. And I won't let him hurt you, baby." I reassure her, rubbing her back and kissing the top of her head repeatedly.

" That's sweet, Bradley. But Uncle Jude is far too strong for you. He's always been a bit of a fitness freak." She tells me.

" Did he ever hurt you?" I ask, starting to hate this guys guts already. I'm not usually one to judge, but man, this guy sounds like a right prick.

" No," Thank God. " Well, he never hurt me physically, anyway..."

I look at her with a puzzled expression, with my eyebrows knitted together and a frown on my face.

Becky smiles at the funny face I'm pulling and she kisses my frown away. She stands up from my lap and walks over to the huge book shelf situated in the corner on the room.

She bends down and pulls out 3 red dusty books from under it, all with a lock on them. She files through them and unlocks one, pushing the other ones back under the book shelf. She passes me the book and sits down next to me.

I look at her and she nods as I open the book. It's a diary. Her diary from when she was staying with her Uncle Jude.

" Are you sure you want me to read this?"