Someone to comfort me

Chapter 29

A short and different Chapter but  I hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 29

A man sits reading the newspaper in the corner of a dark and dank room, the only light is from a candle beside the old creaky stuffed pink chair he is sat on. The room around him is dirty and abandoned with over turned furniture and rubbish thrown around the room. The dust sits inches thick over everything, the floor looks like a blanket of snow disturbed only by the man's foot prints as he made his way to the chair, his feet large and heavy. His leather gloved hand curls into a fist as anger swells with in him while he reads the paper. He screams in fury throwing the paper across the room.

"The manipulating scheming bastard" He screams, punching the wall behind him. His fist going through the plaster board and burying its self in the whole he has just made, making dust and fine plaster rain down over the chair he had been sat on. He angrily yanked his hand out of the wall ignoring the pain and stormed out of the house, lifting a grey mask on the way out and slamming the door so hard the entire house shook.

He walked down the street. It was as dark and abandoned as the house he had just come from, a forgotten street in London that housed the down and out and those running from the law. Fires and fights broke out often but no officer dared to come near to sort it out. As he walked he passed druggies shooting up with shared needles and A couple shouting in pleasure as they shagged against a house. No one here cares who you are or what you do so he didn't bother to cover his face but as he came to the bend that leads out of the area he pulled the mask on and put up the hood of his grey hoody.

Hands in his pocket and head bend down he headed towards his destination with determination. He needed to see how she was. He needed to know Elaine was ok and He hadn't hurt her. Anger rose higher in him again as he thought of the article, what that man had made her say, making it out that she was the one in the wrong when he knew Elaine could never do something like that, she was sweet and innocent and beautiful and Talented so very Talented which that man selfishly took from her so he could have his own career. Elaine would know when he got her away from that man what it was like to feel loved and appreciated, not treated like a house maid abandoned in London while that man swanned of to Cardiff to shag his little home wreaker. He clenched and unclenched his hands in his pocket itching to punch something again, his right-hand pretesting in pain slightly but it only helped to full the fire he was feeling.

The journey to Elaine's took 2 hours to walk, he couldn't risk taking the underground or a bus the police where still after him for the attack on the home wreaker. Personally, he thought she got what she deserved and he should be given a medal for being the one to do it. When he finally arrived, the street was light up with street lights and the lights of the living rooms in people's houses. He stuck to the shadows as much as possible sneaking along the edges of walls and hedges until he came across the street from Elaine's house, a small alley way that he could hide in and not be seen, no light reached it and residents hardly ever came down at night because it as dark. This was where he felt most at home, close to Elaine, close to the woman he loves more than anything in the world, he gave a contented sigh and watched.